Loving Father-In-Law
by Susan Carter
(LLP-548)


Chapter One 

"All right, Diane, what is it? What's wrong now?" Roger Burns asked with a 
weary sigh, reaching out with one arm into the darkness to turn on the 
bedside light. "I can't get to sleep with you lying over there whimpering." 

"You know what's wrong!" Diane retorted bitterly. 

"Don't tell me you're crying over the death of my dear mother," Roger said, 
a note of sarcasm in his voice, for though sorrow would have been 
appropriate since the woman's funeral had been just that morning, Roger knew 
that there had never been any love lost between the two women. Far from it. 

"No, Roger, I'm not crying for your mother, but you'd think you, at least, 
would still be in mourning," the young woman said, starting at him, fury 
flashing in her brown eyes. "But no, even at the cemetery I saw the way you 
were looking at Charlene ... at your own mother's funeral it's indecent!" 

"For Christ's sake, Diane, don't start with that crap again," Roger snapped, 
resisting the temptation to go over to the twin bed where his wife lay to 
shake her until her teeth chattered. He felt extremely uncom-fortable and 
just a little bit guilty. A guy can't help looking, he told himself, when a 
broad as well-built as young Charlene Mills comes into view, and he had to 
admit to himself that he had felt some pretty strong vibrations passing 
between them when their eyes had met that morning ... 

"It's disgusting," Diane went on, interrupting his thoughs, "Flirting with 
the maid at your own mother's funeral." 

'Stopit, Diane, just stop it right now,'' Roger cut her off, his anger 
building. "You know very well that she's not the maid. Bill told us himself 
that she's been more like a daughter to them this last year." 

"Well, I never saw a man look at his daughter the way Bill looks at her, 
"Diane said, feeling her anger and jealousy combine and stick in her craw, 
choking the hot bitter words out of her. "There's something funny going on 
around here. I can't put my finger on it, but there is. And you're part of 
it!" As she continued to rail at her husband, a suffocating feeling of 
futility and frustration swept over her. I know I sound crazy, she told 
herself. I don't mean to nag him like this. But I can't help it. I just 
can't help it . . . Charlene was so attractive, and the way they were 
looking at each other . . . 

"You're being paranoid, Diane, and I don't want to listen to it anymore," 
Roger said, hefting himself out of bed, reaching for his bathrobe. "Pull 
yourself together. Be reasonable. Until you do, there's no point in trying 
to talk to you," he said tonelessly, heading for the door. 

'What are you going to do now,'' Diane hurled at his departing figure. "Look 
for the maid?" 

There was no response from Roger, just the door shutting behind him. He 
could hear great gulping sobs convulsing Diane, and knew that hot tears 
would be streaming down her face as she stared at the silent, closed door. 

But what could he do? If he tried to comfort her, to take her in his arms, 
caress and soothe her, stroke away her fears in spite of her nagging and 
accusations, he was sure she'd reject his offering of peace. She didn't 
trust him, that was all there was to it. Here all o he wanted, was a little 
hot milk and a little sleep, and Diane was imagining that he was chasing 
after that Charlene. Ridiculous, he told himself. And yet, at the same time, 
he had to admit that he wouldn't mind running into the hot little bitch ... 
he wouldn't mind at all . . . 

In the bedroom Diane sank back onto her pillow, her dark brown hair framing 
her beautiful oval face. Gradually, her sobs subsided, and she felt small 
and alone and unprotected in the strange, unaccustomed bedroom of her 
mother-in-law's house. What had she been haranguing her poor husband about? 
She wasn't even sure herself. Perhaps it was just that the horrible events 
of the past few days had her so unnerved she was imagining things. After 
all, it had been terrible, the startling, tragic news of her mother-in-law's 
accident, the hasty funeral arrangements. 

Diane couldn't help trying to imagine what it had been like . . . trampled 
to death by one of her own bulls . . . God, it was too horrible to think 
about! No wonder she had been upset! Still, Diane knew that she was upset 
about something other than that. She always felt this way in her 
mother-in-law's house. There was something strange about the place; there 
had been something about Roger's mother and her husband Bill that had always 
made Diane extremely uncom-fortable, made her feel strangely uneasy and out 
of place, as if there was something wrong with her, as if they were somehow 
better than her, held secrets which she could never know, as if they 
belonged to a shared society where she would never fit in. And Diane felt 
with certainty that this new girl, this Charlene, was part of it, too. What 
was it about her that made Diane feel so woefully inadequate? 

Diane thought back to the beginning of her marriage, to when she had first 
met Roger's mother. She had sensed right away that the mother hadn't 
approved of Roger's choice. And even though Diane didn't want that fact to 
come between her and Roger, it had. Her mother-in-law's rejection of her 
made Diane feel humiliated and completely insecure despite Roger's constant 
reassur-ances that he loved her. And even now that the woman was gone, Diane 
still felt the same anguish because she was convinced that even though he 
wouldn't admit it to her, and perhaps to himself, Roger really didn't love 
her. He couldn't because, and she knew this in her own heart, she simply 
wasn't enough of a woman for him. And that was the truth that Roger's mother 
had sensed. 

Of course, Roger had denied this when she confronted him with it. In fact, 
he had been the model husband. But she still imagined that he was 
dissatisfied with her, and she knew that even if he had once cared for her, 
that she was making it slowly impossible for him to stand the sight of her. 
She knew that the misery, the unhappiness of their co-existence, because if 
couldn't be called a marriage in the usual sense of the word, wasmostlyher 
doing. And yet nothing could convince her that she was wrong. She still 
believed that he didn't love her. 

Deep in her soul, Diane knew that Roger's mother had been right, that she 
wasn't a full, sexually pleasing woman, that she was too cool and aloof, and 
inadequate. But God, she didn't want to be that way. Beneath her cool and 
poised exterior, Diane knew that there was a warm and sensuous woman crying, 
wanting desperately to come out and let herself be fucked crazy, but being 
totally unable to do so. 

She felt like crying again, the hopelessness of her situation closing in 
around her. She loved Roger, she did, and she didn't want to lose him. Yet, 
she loved him enough to want him to be happy, and she hated herself for not 
being able to give him what she knew he needed, even though she wasn't sure 
exactly what that was. 

No tears came. In fact, she felt devoid of all emotion, and the emptiness 
inside .her at least eased the pain. Her mind was a blank as she got up from 
the bed and wearily stretched herself. She felt old and tired - and beaten. 
I'm not old - why should I give up living? she asked herself, catching a 
glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror that hung on one wall. She knew 
her figure was terrific, and she ran her eye critically over her reflection. 
The outlines of her body were clearly visible through the sheer material of 
her nightgown. She noted the firm, full upsweep of her breasts, the womanly 
curve of her graceful slender hips, the long expanse of her creamy legs. At 
least I look good, she thought, running a hand through the dark mass of her 
thick brown hair that hung to her shoulders. Luxuriant dark lashes framed 
her large brown eyes, which even in her weariness sparkled back at her. 

I'm sure I've got some life in me, she thought. If only something could 
happen to bring it out! But what? What? she thought despairingly. 

She turned away from her reflection, trying to conquer a fresh wave of 
bitterness that was rising inside her. Well, she thought to herself, there's 
no sense in staying up all night worrying about it. She thought of going to 
look for Roger, but she knew it was best to leave him alone. He'd come back 
as soon as his anger died down, and she'd try to be more reasonable with 
him, she really would. 

She ran her eyes over the books on the bookshelf thinking she'd read until 
she felt tired enough for sleep, until she came to what looked like a photo 
album. She took the big album down and carried it with her to the bed. 
Perfect! shethought. Just what she was in the mood for. 

She pulled the covers over her legs and set the album against her thighs, 
opening its velvet cover to the first page. 

"Oh my God!" she gasped aloud, unable to contain herself. The blood rushed 
to her face, crimsoning it a deep red. Tumultuous feelings of shock and 
surprise manifested themselves in a single sensation of overwhelming 
faintness. A numbed haze blinded her for an instant, and then she began to 
stare with bulging, disbelieving eyes at the colored print on the page she 
was holding in her hand. Every detail was startlingly portrayed and the two 
figures in the photograph seemed amazingly alive. 

For a moment, Diane couldn't believe that she was seeing right, but there 
was no doubt about it - it was actually a photograph of a man and woman 
sprawled out together, his desire-hardened penis clamped tightly between her 
ovalled red lips. The man's head was turned away, but there was no mistaking 
the expression on the woman's face. She was enjoying taking that man's 
hardness in her mouth - her lustful desire was etched clearly on her eager 
face. 

Diane felt her heart thudding painfully inherribcage. She had heard, of 
course, that people did that sort of thing, but had always somehow felt that 
such an act did not belong in a normal marriage. The lascivious scene seemed 
to come to pulsating life under her hypnotized stare and the huge, 
blood-filled penis seemed to throb with lewd tensity as it lay cradled 
between the full, ripe lips that were clasping it so tenaciously. 

The woman's half-closed eyes seemed glazed with passion, and Diane felt a 
shudder of unknown sensation ripple through her. She couldn't seem to draw 
her eyes away from the obscene photograph. Her fingers seemed to be soldered 
to the glossy print, and somehow she felt that if she looked away from the 
perverted sight, she would tear herself away from a tenuous reality which 
her moribund emotions so badly needed, and go berserk with disgust and 
horror. What were these lewd pictures doing here? her mind began to 
question. Did Roger's mother know they were here? Did she know the truth 
about the man she had married? 

Her curiosity broke the spell the obscene photograph had on her 
consciousness, and hurriedly, she turned to another of the colored prints. 
Her eyes flew immediately to the scene, and a sudden, strangled moan of 
shock again broke from her lips. 

"My God! It's worse than I thought!" she groaned as she stared fixedly at 
the second photograph. This time, the shot was taken from a distance, but 
near enough to display in detail the pink moist delineations of a widespread 
vagina, the glistening lips gently swollen around a dark star-shaped 
opening. A man's face was juxtaposed over the wide-splayed little cunt 
mouth, the tip of his long tongue poised at the entrance to the delicately 
flared furrow. And there was no mistaking that face, so wreathed in 
anticipatory lust. It was Roger's stepfather, Bill! For a moment, Diane 
couldn't believe that it was actually Bill in that lewd snapshot, the 
handsomely greying hair, the moustache, those burning, deepset eyes. Numbed 
shock rushed in a roaring torrent to her head, threatening to explode, and 
she had to hold onto the side of the bed to steady herself. 

Bill How could he do this to another woman, a stranger not his wife? How 
could he let himself be photographed in this compromis-ing position? She 
wanted to scream, to beat her fists against the pillow, to turn back the 
clock and forget that she had ever seen the lewd pictures. How would she be 
able to face Bill? What, if anything, would she tell Roger about the man? 

Through the dim of her hurt, another thought nagged at her brain. It was a 
thought for Roger's mother. Did she know that she had been deceived? And 
that redhead, she seemed somehow familiar . . . no, it wasn't . . . it 
couldn't be ... it was! My God, it was Charlene, that maid! So it was going 
on right under her nose! 

Diane snatched up the photograph album and quickly leafed through it. Yes, 
there was no doubt. Through the lust-crazed distortion of her features, 
Diane was certain that it was the face of the "sweet, darling girl, so like 
a daughter" to Roger's mother! 

"How could Bill do this!" she thought. "That bastard. That dirty bastard!" 
Diane gasped, and in a fury of righteous indignation for the deceased woman, 
she slammed the covers of the photograph album shut with a sharp thud, leapt 
from the bed and returned the album to its place on the shelf. She had never 
seen it, that was all. She would pretend that it was all a bad dream. 

But as suddenly as this resolve came, it went, and she realized that she 
would be unable to erase the vivid memory of those lewd, obscenely posed 
photographs from her mind. Even now, without looking, she could still see 
the images floating in front of her tortured eyes, naked bodies with full 
voluptuous breasts and creamy sinewy thighs, stretched out in opulent 
sensuality, seemingly oblivious to the unknown photographer who was busy 
snapping away at Bill as he caressed and stroked and kissed that velvety 
body. Her mind seemed unable to banish the lewd image of Charlene and Bill, 
and fresh visions began to superimpose themselves in her fervid imagination 
. . . 

Bill kissing and slavering an openly spread little pussy mouth, lewdly 
displayed and eagerly offered to him . . . Bill fucking his wildly excited 
cock up into a greedily grasping vaginal hole, white naked thighs locked 
tightly around him and egging him on . . . Bill lying back as luscious red 
lips encircled his lust-bloated hardness . . . The obscene snatches from the 
photograph album she had unwittingly found played relentlessly in her mind, 
mocking her with their leering evidence of her father-in-law's infidelity. 

She felt broken in mind and spirit. The shock of what she knew, the terrible 
task of concealing the truth from Roger ... or telling him . . . seemed too 
much for her to bear. Under the thin veneer of sophistication she had 
developed, Diane was basically a conventional American wife, strict enough 
in her own way to the code of morality to which her family and all before 
her had subscribed. She had looked upon marriage as sacred, even in this day 
and age of quickie divorce and pre-marital and extra-marital sex, and she 
had automatically assumed that other families operated in the same way. And 
now, to find that a relative did this sort of thing ... it was too much! 

Almost involuntarily, she reached back to the bookshelf. Perhaps, in her 
shock at seeing the lewd pictures, she had just imagined it was Bill. She 
was calm enough now to be sure. Almost disinterestedly, she scanned the 
photos over again. Yes, there was no doubt about it. It was Bill, and 
Charlene. 

She studied a particularly lurid one, showing Bill and Charlene stretched 
out, touching at only two places. His mouth was firmly planted in the nest 
of her flaming red cunt hair, and her mouth was tightly clasped around the 
thickly throbbing length of his penis. The girl's eyes were half-closed and 
her thick luxuriant hair fell in tendrils around her face, giving her an 
almost angelic look as she exalted in the feel and taste of Bill's penis in 
her mouth. Diane continued to stare at the lewd shot. What did it feel like, 
she strangely wondered, having a man's lustfully pulsat-ing hardness sucked 
deep up inside your mouth? She was amazed at the look of almost reverent 
ecstasy on the girl's face. 

Roger had tried to make her suck his once or twice, she remembered, pushing 
her head down under the blanket, and she had, of course, refused to do 
anything like that. She had always thought it perverted, somehow, and yet, 
this girl seemed to be thoroughly aroused by it. And in the first picture as 
well, she mused in horrified fascination, flicking back to it, the girl 
seemed to be ecstatic, too. She thumbed through a few more pages until her 
attention was caught by one she hadn't scrutinized before. It showed the 
well-built redhead, her breasts full and vibrant, spreadeagled beneath Bill, 
whose desire-engorged prick was sunk halfway up into the soft, hair-fringed 
tunnel of her vagina; Charlene's legs were wrapped tight up around Bill's 
lower back and her spine was arched up off the bed as she strove to open her 
hungrily devouring pussy wider and deeper to him. 

Diane stared in lewd fascination at the minutely detailed photo-graphs of 
sexual intercourse. Even her animosity to her father-in-law seemed to 
retreat as she studied abstractly the obviously impassioned couple. The 
red-head's head was thrown back, and her mouth was open. Her hands were dug 
into his shoulders, and her whole body seemed afire. Bill's hands were 
cluthcing at her firm, upswept breasts, and Diane could see the reddened 
tips of her fully turgid nipples slipping out through his fingers. There was 
a look o f pure animal desire on the man's face, a look she had certainly 
never seen on Roger's face! Despite herself, Diane felt a wicked little 
tinge of interest. She wondered what it would be like to arouse a complete 
passionate frenzy like that in a man. She wondered how the little redheaded 
hussy got Bill to fuck her so wildly like that and to stick his tongue up 
inside her nakedly spread pus-sy .. . 

Sudden tears of jealousy sprang to her eyes. It isn't fair, she murmured to 
herself. What was wrong with her, what? She felt a sudden emptiness inside 
her, a feeling which she recognized as vague desire. It began to gnaw at 
her, worming its way insidiously into her vaginal walls, gaining a foothold 
in her numb body. Roger has never tried to kiss me there . . . not since 
that first night I refused him . . . the thought leapt into her head. She 
remembered that one time he had tried to persuade her to allow him to put 
his head down between her thighs and kiss her pussy, but she had so 
vehemently and absolutely refused him when he had made the attempt that he 
had never tried again. 

It can't be so bad, she muttered to herself, her eyes glued to another shot, 
this time of Bill with his face buried in the copper fleece of the woman's 
openly throbbing cunt. Diane could see the moist, inwardly sucking lips of 
the girl's vagina rimming Bill's wetly glistening nose and mouth, and her 
thighs were clamped and straining eagerly around his steaming face. The 
girl's eyes were closed and it was obvious that she was in the throes of 
complete abandon. 

Then, in spite of the shock and revulsion of seeing someone she knew locked 
in the lewd, naked embrace with another woman, Diane felt a weird little 
tingle of passion beginning between her own legs, a ripple that seemed to 
grow as her eyes continued to focus on the spectacle of her father-in-law's 
hotly swishing tongue sunk deep up between the woman's widespread thighs. 
How did it feel to have a man's tongue licking and sucking and blowing his 
hot, passionate breath up into your openly spread cunt-hole, have his mouth 
warm and caressing around your clitoris, feel his kiss on your nakedly 
grinding pussy lips? 

Her feverish mind threw the questions at herelf, and suddenly, she felt hot 
all over, covered with hotly cloying clamminess that made her feel like 
tearing her nightgown from her body. She was dimly aware that she was 
unconsciously clenching her heated thighs together, and that somehow she was 
lying on the bed again, though she could scarcely remember how she got 
there, so engrossed was she in the photographs. 

She ground her buttocks into the mattress. The tingling in her loins grew 
and the gnawing inside her wetly moistening cunt walls burst into a hotly 
devouring flame and she wondered vaguely what was happening. Her eyes 
flickered aimlessly to another picture and a startled gasp eluded her as she 
stared in disbelief at what she saw. Diane thought that the photographs she 
had already examine! had prepared her to a point where she was beyond 
surprise, but she was wrong. She gasped in astonishment at the candid 
snapshot, unable and unwilling to believe that it was Bill who was actually 
worming his huge, lust-hardened cock up inside the savagely kneeling 
redhead's tiny, puckered rectal mouth! 

But there was no doubt about it - the photograph showed in unerring detail 
the enormous girth of Bill's blood-inflated prick encircled by the brown, 
crinkled little rectal opening, stretched tightly around its massive 
circumference. This lasciviously depicted anal entry was too much for Diane. 
Shock swept through her again - shock at the knowledge that the man married 
to her mother-in-law had indulged in such a wild, carnal act, a thing she, a 
grown woman, had only heard about in whispers. It was too perverse to even 
think about; it was unnatural! And yet, Diane noticed in amazement, the 
redhead didn' t seem to mind it. 

In fact, sheseemed to like it judging by the lewd look of delight on her 
passion-contorted face. Oh God, what was going on! Her world seemed to have 
gone topsy-turvy, and all the opinions she had held on such matters seemed 
to have been refuted by the pictorial evidence she held in her hand. This 
girl wasn't being fucked in the ass, subjected to a man's wildest whim and 
desire. She was actually enjoying it! She seemed to love all the obscene 
things her employer was doing to her . . . Charlene was reveling in what to 
Diane would be the lowest kind of humiliation . . . and yet . . . she could 
feel own traitorously throbbing cunt flooding out into even greater wetness 
up between her thighs! 

Bewilderment crowded in on Diane, and she felt completely out of control of 
the situation. Her hands had risen slowly to her breasts, and she gasped as 
she felt her first awareness of the electrifying effect her own touch had on 
the now sensuously throbbing mounds. But she couldn't take her hands away - 
somehow she felt that she had only herself to turn to for help to get over 
this terrible discovery. 

She felt strangely illucid, as if her perusal of the lewd pornographic 
pictures had touched off a streak of insanity in her and she could no longer 
control her sexually stampeding libido. Her mind was fermenting with images 
of the various positions she had seen in the photographs, and lurid thrills 
were beginning to shoot up and down her body. Involuntarily, she pressed her 
palms down her sides, along her hips and then dipped them between her limply 
spread thighs. Immediately, she felt a rush of inner moisture proclaim the 
intensity of the weird sensations. She could feel that the place between her 
legs was slightly moistened, and her fingers inched forward like individual 
bloodhounds on the scent of a relentless target. 

Moment's of rationality broke intermit-tently through the clouds of her 
frenzy and taunted her with unanswerable questions. What had turned her into 
a rolling mass of feverish desire? Was it because Roger hadn't made love to 
her for so long? Or were the dirty pictures having an illicit, prurient 
effect on her? 

Her fingers kneaded at the burning lips of her wetly moistened pussy and 
Diane winced from the delicious contact. Why should I be denied pleasure? 
her mind argued dimly. That sleazy redhead enjoying herself . . . Bill 
pleasing her ... it's not fair that I should be left out ... 

As though they had received assent, her fingers burrowed hurriedly and 
teased over to the tingling flesh of her hotly swollen pussy lips, and Diane 
felt the fleshy, curl-rimmed folds pulsate under her sensitive fingertips. 
She sighed from the exquisite sensation, feeling relief flow through her. 
This is wrong . . . You shouldn't do this! Veiled threats echoed through her 
mind, hidden warnings from schoolgirl-filled corridors . . . dark messages 
about the evils of fingering herself ... 

But Diane was too intoxicated with the rush of pleasure to pay any heed to 
her own somber warnings, and her fingers continued to plunge into the warm 
deep recesses of her desire-drenched pussy. Nothing mattered to her now - 
the whys and where for's were unimportant - all that she was concerned with 
was quenching the raging fires that had sprung up unattended in her 
shamelessly throbbign cunt walls, and which required heavenly fuel to feel 
its lascivious hunger before it allowed itself to be put out. 

Suddenly irritated by the impediment of her nightgown, her hands began to 
tear impatiently at it and she raised its nylon flimsiness up over her head. 
She was naked now. Her long, lithe body was covered with goosebumps from the 
chill air ,but she didn't care. She reveled in the freedom of exposing her 
passion-inflamed loins to the cool night air in the room. Her fingers dug 
impatiently again at her feverishly burning genitals, and convulsively 
probed at the hotly pulsating little hole of her open cunt. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh ..." she couldn't suppress a sigh as her hand cupped onto the 
now moistly pulsating orifice and she felt the heated walls close in like a 
warm, wet vise on her sunken middle finger. 

The passion inside her was goaded on to greater fever by the lurid thoughts 
which had taken possession of her head and would not yield. Obscene thoughts 
framed by the lust- inciting photographs she had seen, images of desire and 
lust instigated and acted out in many forms. She was almost convinced that a 
hard, lust-heated cock was fucking far up into her eagerly receiving pussy, 
that she was one of those pictures come alive, her head thrown back in 
complete abandon, her mouth open and letting forth a rushed stream of sighs, 
her hips churning under the imagined delicious onslaught of a heavy, 
passion-bloated cock which was fucking deeper and deeper and harder up into 
her . . . 

Waves of heat were washing over her now as she ground her buttocks down into 
the mattress and revolved her liquidly saturated fingers around inside the 
velvety interior of her tightly gripping vaginal sheath. A feeling of 
dizziness was taking control of her, coupled with a wonderful sensation of 
relief, and now she knew that she was cumming, because she felt so good all 
over, and her hips were jerking uncontrol-lably, and a mist of hot, feminine 
orgasmic fluid washed down over her churning fingers, and she felt the room 
revolve around her and her head was torpedoed by a kaleidoscope of collaged 
nude figures, male and female, all fucking and sucking and licking in total 
frenzy, and she was loving it, loving every cunt-bursting minute of it . . . 

Diane collapsed back against the pillows, drained of all energy, curiously 
devoid of all feeling but a satiated stupor which controlled her and made it 
impossible for her to do anything, not even pull the covers up over her 
naked thighs. Her legs were splayed, her nightgown laying in a pile by the 
side of the bed . . . and despite her exhaustion, a feeling of deep shame 
began to wash over her. 

Thank God I'm alone . . . Thank God no one had to see this . . . 

But Diane didn't know that the wall to her left contained a two inch, but 
well hidden hole drilled in it, and behind that hole watching washer 
father-in-law, Bill Hartley. The distinguished looking gentleman was smiling 
to himself as he adjusted the focus and timer on the German camera he had 
trained into the adjoining room on its tripod. He was thanking himself for 
being smart enough to disguised the hole as part of a picture and to learn 
how to use the camera to make time exposures ... the only way to take 
pictures in a dim room without a flash. 

Later, when he developed the pictures, he would go over the same experience 
again of what he had just witnessed. He couldn't quite believe that he had 
been so lucky. He thanked his lucky stars that he had decided to have a look 
in on his step-son and his cool, tall wife. 

To his delight, the step son was quite out of the picture, so to speak, and 
he had gotten some fine shots of the young bride fingerfucking her own 
pussy! Her chuckled to himself, treasuring the memory of the faint glimmer 
of her curl-fringed, little cunt mouth he had glimpsed up between her open 
thighs . . . that he could see even now through the one way mirror. Ah, what 
a picture! 

And he had gotten the entire perform-ance, from the time she had found the 
photo album until now as the woman laid exhausted and demented-looking on 
the bed, her dignity gone, her nakedly glistening little cunt deliciously 
exposed. He wondered vaguely how she would react when she learned that she 
was to be the subject of yet another of his collection of erotic 
photographs! He rewound the film, and chuckled to himself again. 

For sure, he'd use those pictures to his advantage! He put the perfectly 
made plug back in the hole behind the picture frame and felt a jerk in his 
pants at the thought of fucking the tits off his step-son's beautiful, proud 
little wife!!! 

 Chapter Two 

"You couldn't get to sleep either, I see," said a mellow, sensuous woman's 
voice. Roger shut the refrigerator door and turned around to see that 
Charlene Mills had come into the kitchen and was leaning sleepily against 
the doorjam. Her red hair was piled high on her head and tendrils of hair 
hung around her heart-shaped face. She held her woolen bathrobe closed 
around her voluptuous body and Roger could not resist running his eyes over 
her proud, full breasts, the slight sway of her molded hips, the long arch 
of her shapely legs. Even with the bathrobe held around her to keep out the 
chill night air, he had no trouble making out her ample curves. She yawned 
widely. 

"How about a glass of warm milk?" Roger offered, pouring the white liquid 
from a carton into a saucepan on the store. 

"Sounds awful," she said, wrinkling her nose, "But I'll have some anyway, 
just to be social." Their eyes met and they both laughed. 

Roger turned back to the stove to stir the milk until it warmed, but even 
with his back to her, he could feel the warm friendliness which Charlene was 
silently exuding, and it comforted him somehow as he was still stinging from 
Diane's verbal blows. Diane's angry outbursts were getting more frequent, 
her accusations wilder and wilder. 

He didn't know what to do about her. He had told himself that time would 
reassure her that he loved her; he had bent over backwards to make her feel 
secure, but nothing he did seemed to please her. She hadn't softened in the 
last few years; she'd become colder, if anything, he mused sadly to himself. 
And now she was turning into a nagging, whining shrew and didn't seem to 
care whether he was there or not. It was that feeling of not being wanted 
that made him want to turn to another woman now. He was beginning to think 
that maybe his mother had been right about Diane, much as he hated to admit 
it. And maybe Diane hadn't been so off-base when she'd said there was 
something happening between him and Charlene . . . 

"A penny for your thoughts!" Charlene's sensuous voice broke into his 
rambling thoughts, and her interruption caused him to blush to the roots of 
his hair. He was pouring the hot milk into two mugs on the kitchen table 
when she spoke. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Mills ... I was a thousand miles away, I guess ..." he. 
stammered, conscious of her twinkling green eyes fixed on him. He felt 
awkward, like a schoolboy. Her searching gaze was so intent, he felt sure 
for a brief instant that she must have been reading his thoughts. But he 
knew that was ridiculous. 

"Please," she said, "call me Charlie." 

He sat down with her at the table. "Well," he began lamely, "what do you 
think you'll do now . . . now that mother's gone?" 

"Why . . . I don't know," she replied, sipping the warm liquid. I guess I'll 
stay on here . . . that is, if Bill wants me to. He'll need someone to look 
after the house . . . and actually, we've become quite, uh, used to each 
other in the past year." 

Something in her tone disturbed Roger. It was as if she was implying 
something with her voice that wasn't explicit in the words themselves. At 
the same time, he could not help noticing that the bathrobe she wore had 
fallen open slightly and he could make out the tops of her creamy white 
breasts. 

"Mmmmmmm," she said, running one small white hand down her neck and further 
down still until her fingers rested on the spot where his eyes had just 
wandered to. "I can feel the milk just warming me right up," she went on, 
smiling at Roger. "You were right. This stuff isn't all that bad." 

Roger had to look away from her steady gaze, but the sound of her voice was 
having a strange effect on him. Her tone was so hazy, so dreamy and sultry, 
and he could make out from the corner of his eye that her hand remained 
where it was at that point just above her soft cleavage and he couldn't help 
thinking how soft, how incredibly soft, it must feel to the touch, the skin 
of her white, firmly curved breasts. He was mesmerized by the enticing 
glimpse of her deep cleft and had to force himself not to let his eyes roam 
back to that alluring spot. 

"I guess you must be pretty upset about your mother," Charlene was saying. 
"I am, too. I ... I loved her very much . . . very much. We were as close as 
two women could be." Consolingly, she reached across the tableandlay one of 
her small white hands on Roger's arm. Her touch was like a firebrand on his 
flesh and when he looked at her, she was smiling at him. 

"Yes, it was quite a shock," he said au-tomatically, blushing to himself, 
because his mother's death was the farthest thing from his mind right now. 
Pull yourself together, he chided himself, you're acting like a teenager, 
imagining all sorts of ridiculous things. 

He fancied that he could feel the heat of her breath on his arm. He imagined 
that he could smell the scent of her, though he knew it was probably the 
pungent odor of the warm milk that was filling his nostrils. Roger's 
thoughts swirled around in his head as Charlene took her hand away from his 
arm. He felt suddenly bereft, as if a part of him was missing. 

"Mmmmm, I can feel the tension just draining out of me," Charlene said, 
leaning back in her chair. As she did this, her wool robe slipped open and 
Roger could see that beneath it, she wore nothing but a flimsy, practically 
see-through black nightgown. His eyes riveted on the generous mounds of her 
ivory breasts which were visible through the sheer black nightie. 

"Like what you see?" Charlene's voice broke in on his distraction, and he 
could only stare open-mouthed at her. Had he heard her right? His heart 
began to thud uncomforta-bly in his chest and he was at a loss as to what to 
do. 

"Would you like to see more of them?'' Again her gay, mocking voice startled 
him. 

" Would you like to see my naked titties, Roger?" she asked again with 
exaggerated slowness. Again her hand found the creamy smoothness of her 
skin, and Roger's heart leapt into his mouth as he saw that she had begun to 
caress her own breast! 

"What kind of a game are you trying to play!" Roger snapped, afraid that his 
mind was playing tricks on him. 

"I'm not playing any games," Charlene said silkily and Roger watched in 
boggling disbelief as her fingers caressed the voluptuous swell of her 
breasts. Gaping, he watched nearly hypnotized as her fingers touched her 
perfectly molded mounds of flesh. He could see the alabaster flesh heaving 
slightly, was captured by the rhythmic rise and fall of the luscious orbs. 

Incredibly, Charlene pushed her night-gown and robe off her shoulders, and 
down further still . . . 

"Christ, they're beautiful!" Roger couldn't resist gasping as the full glory 
of her exquisitely sculpted breasts came into his astonished view. Craning 
his neck, his eyes bulged as he stared at the creamy expanse of the silky 
mounds, surmounted by delicate pink nipples, semi-erect from their contact 
with her fingers and the chill night air. Her hands crept up and cupped the 
full rounded young spheres, thrusting them out, pointing the .hardening 
little buds at her disbelieving companion. 

"God, Charlie, I ..." he murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from the 
half-naked girl. His head was swirling - things were happening too fast for 
him. He could feel the protuberance of his cock growing, and it was 
beginning to swell against the confines of his pajamas. His hands 
were-getting fidgity. They itched to reach out and clasp those glorious 
globes of young tit flesh, to knead and pummel them. His mouth longed to 
take the tiny budding nipples between his lips, coax them into turgidity 
with his tongue, nip on their sweetness with his teeth. God, she was driving 
him mad, sitting there half-covered like some youth-fully naked Venus. 

Suddenly, she was next to him, sitting on his lap . . . his wife upstairs . 
. . the evening after his own mother's funeral . . . it was too much . . . 
but it was too late to stop what was happening! Her naked breasts brushed 
against his chest and the delicious contact sent eddies of almost 
intolerable pleasure soaring through him. Sinuously, she rubbed the hardened 
tips against his chest, purring like a cat, her arm resting ca-sually on his 
shoulder. 

He wanted to get up, to lift the young lady off his lap and tell her to 
cover herself up, to go upstairs to her own bed . . . but he couldn't. What 
he really wanted to do was keep her there in his arms, crush his mouth down 
on hers, knock the breath out of her with a kiss, caress those ripe boobies 
of hers and then fuck her, yes, fuck her to within an inch of her life . . . 

"Charlie ... we shouldn't ..." he faltered, his eyes dropping against to the 
sensuous, grace of her unadorned breasts. 

"We shouldn't . . . what?" she que-ried boldly. 

"We . . . you shouldn't . . . tease a man like that!" he gasped, feeling his 
face flush. Yes, that's what she was doing, teasing him with her naked tits, 
her sulky voice, her veiled hints. Well, she'd better watch her step or 
she'd get more than she bargained for! 

"I'm not teasing!" she enunciated, her hand slowly reaching down to draw her 
nightgown down further still, lifting herself off his lap only to let her 
bathrobe fall in a heap on the ground, to let the flimsy nightgown fall 
around her ankles. Now she was completely nude except for a pair of 
see-through panties that matched the black lace of her nightgown. 

"For God's sake, Charlie . . . Right here in the kitchen . . . anyone could 
come in ... " Roger gasped, his eyes riveted on the red fiery triangle of 
pubic hair squashed beneath the sheer fabric of the lace panties. 

"So?" Charlene laughed. 

"You're nuts!" Roger rasped. "You'd better put that robe over you before ... 
be-fore I . . . " 

"Before you go nuts yourself?" she taunted, moving closer to the demented 
man. 

"That's right, you teasing little bitch!" Roger rasped, his control snapping 
like a straw inside him. "You can't expect to go prancing around in front of 
a man, naked like that, and not affect him. You should know what this could 
lead to . . . the temptation you're putting my way. I'm only flesh and 
blood, and this is more than any man can take!" He railed on, his mouth dry 
and his voice hoarse, fighting to control the demons of lust which were 
mutinying inside him. She continued to look at him with her mocking eyes. 

"Poor Roger!" she clucked, her hand dropping down and cradling the 
considera-ble bulge of his swollen prick in her palm. "What are you getting 
so uptight about?" she crooned as she began to massage the growing organ, 
feeling it pulse hotly in her hand. 

Perspiration broke out on Roger's face. What the hell did she think she was 
doing? Poor Roger indeed! She thought she could twist him around her little 
finger. Well, he'd show her he wasn't the milquetoast she thought he was! 

"Now listen, Charlene," he began, but her hand was already worming its way 
inside his bathrobe, inside his pajamas, and his demented cock, rejoicing in 
its imminent freedom, leaped up, cleaving the air suddenly, the red bulbous 
head huge in its palpitating arousal. His mouth hinged open as he stared 
down at the apparition of his own blood-engorged prick, and he moaned from 
the tremendous contact between her cool fingers and his desire-throbbing 
flesh. Her hands stroked and kneaded the elongated rod, drawing it out into 
an even greater length and Roger felt powerless to do anything but sit there 
and allow this woman to stroke his ever-hardening cock in her masterful, 
exciting way. 

"Mmmmmm, what a big, beautiful cock you've got, Roger!" Charlene hummed, 
continuing her rhythmic stroking of his heavily pulsating hardness. "I just 
knew I'd enjoy meeting you . . . your mother said I would ..." 

Her hand reached in and cupped the squirming sac of his testicles in her 
palm, and Roger felt rising shivers of ecstasy course through him, emanating 
from the sensitive balls. Roger leaned back in his chair, lost in the 
sensual reverie that the woman kneeling before him was weaving around him. 

God, her hand felt so good on his cock, stroking and kneading like that ... 
it was a long time since he'd felt a soft, hotly teasing hand on his cock . 
. . too long, in fact . . . Diane never touched him there . . . Diane! The 
thought of his wife jarred him back to reality. She could come downstairs 
and find him like this being stroked and caressed by this young voluptuous 
girl ... it would be the end of everything, their marriage, their love. 
She'd never forgive him! 

With a tortured groan, he wrenched away from Charlene's grasp and stumbled 
to his feet. His face burning, he stuffed his long suffering penis back into 
his pajamas and tied his bathrobe around him. 

"I ... I don't know what came over me ..." he mumbled. "I must've been crazy 
. . . anybody could have come in . . . !" Unable to meet her gaze, Roger 
began to clear the table, his fingers shaking as he gripped the glasses. 

''Roger!'' Charlene's voice was directly behind him. He turned from the sink 
and saw Charlene standing directly behind him. 

"My God!" he gasped. She was stark naked! She was standing with her legs 
slightly apart, and he could just barely see the faint pink sheen of her 
pussy lips peeping out from under the soft resilient thatch of red curls. 
His throat felt arid and his voice failed him. He could only stare. She was 
like a creature from another world, a strange, exotic female who seemed 
omnipotent. She held the power to transmit incredible sensual ecstasy to 
him, and he was her slave. 

"Charlie ..." he managed to croak feebly and then he could do nothing but go 
where she led him. She stooped to pick up her discarded nightie and robe, 
and disappeared, like some apparition. He followed her through the darkened 
doorway until they were in the dim light of her bedroom just off the 
kitchen, and then she was beside him in the warm near-darkness, kneeling 
down on the bed, pushing him gentlyback. 

He was unresisting, borne along on the wind of her tremendous sexuality, 
feeling safer now in the privacy of her bedroom. He was completely in her 
power, and yielded as she once more freed the heated protuberance of his 
excitedly bulging cock. He sighed an uncontrollable moan as it sprang up 
from the forest of his pubic hair and gasped again as her fingers once more 
encircled it, pulling on it gently. 

Her fingers were easing off his pajamas and were playing titillating along 
his thighs, sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down along his skin 
and kindling great flames of heat deep in the pit of his stomach. Like a 
robot, his hands reached up eagerly for the target they yearned towards and 
grabbed the full soft mounds of her tender breasts, and clutched at the 
delicate flesh with his talon-like fingers making her wince from the sudden 
pain, and leaving little red welts on the smooth white skin. His fingers 
teased at the hard little heads of her nipples, rubbing them mercilessly, 
tugging on them until they were rigid little spears. 

He noticed fleetingly that her door was still open, and that they could 
still be discovered, but all practical consideration fled from his brain as 
he felt his young partner settle herself over him, her smooth thighs 
straddling his naked hips and Roger could feel the graze of her softly 
curling pubic hairs as they brushed against his naked stomach. Still 
grasping his distended cock in her hand, she began to guide it towards the 
warmly grasping furrow of her cunt, and Roger sighed with pleasure as he 
felt the hard rubbery head caress the soft delicate tissue already moist 
with expectation. 

She began to sweep the bulging head of his inflated prick up along the full 
length of her hotly pulsating cuntal split, the bulbously throbbing head 
becoming wet and slippery from her now freely flowing vaginal juices. His 
head was swirling and a wave of pleasure such as he had not experienced in a 
long time was washing over him again and again with each cleansing wave, he 
was laved of any doubts and fears he might have had. Gone was all worry 
about his wife or anyone else finding him stretched out with this naked 
young cock-crazy female; gone completely was any fear of discovery. All that 
mattered was the unbelievable thrill of ecstasy he was feeling and which he 
knew would mount up to an incredible crescendo of hedonistic delight. 

"Mmmmmm ..." Charlene sighed. "Your cock feels so good against my pussy ..." 

The lewd words coming from the young redhead's lips excited Roger even more 
and he felt lust mushrooming inside him and threatening to turn him into a 
raving beast. His hands flew down and grasped the girl's sensuously curving 
hips, and held her in a vise-like grip. Hungrily, he began to rotate her 
entire pelvis until she was revolving around hotly over the smooth, rubbing 
tips of his burgeoning penis, still grasped firmly in her hand. Gingerly, 
she began to position herself over the upwardly jutting hardness, easing 
herself down slowly until she had managed to suck the huge distended head 
just up inside the tender inner folds of her cunt mouth. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh ..." she sighed, ac-customing herself to the outward pressure 
of a heavy, pounding prick inside her. But the initial contact unleashed the 
fury of Roger's lust, and with a savage snarl, he crashed the helpless 
girl's pelvis downward, driving his thick rod upwards with flesh splitting 
impatience. 

"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh ..." Charlene screamed out and struggled in a vain 
attempt to dislodge it momentarily from her deeply impaled cunt walls. But 
she was completely skewered by it, and the soft, hair-lined lips of her 
openly spread vagina were mashed tight down against the darkly curling mass 
of Roger's pubic forest. 

Roger's fingers locked tightly around the soft resilient flesh of Charlene's 
smoothly rounded buttocks as he raised her loins upward, feeling her 
sensitive inner pussy muscles clinging to his hard fleshy rod as her 
cock-filled young vaginal burgeoning head still buried inside her, and then 
he crashed her down again, feeling the spongy global mounds of her buttocks 
flatten down against his pubic area as his deeply tunneling hardness plunged 
far up inside her again. He could feel the pliant entrance of her womb deep 
up inside yield before his unabated onslaught and a gasp of mingled shock 
and excitement escaped her as she felt the unexpected pressure so far up 
inside her cock-impaled belly. 

Charlene's vagina had accustomed itself to the ponderous girth of Roger's 
deeply sunk penis, and she began to move up and down freely, establishing a 
yo-yo like rhythm. Roger's palpitating cock seemed to expand even more 
inside her and she responded with a gentle tentative flexing of her 
practiced inner cunt muscles which seemed to excite him to even greater 
lust. His hands shot up eagerly and enfolded the enticing orbs of her 
breasts in his palms, and they rubbed and caressed her throbbing flesh, 
sending chill after chill curdling through her blood, making passion pulse 
hotly through her veins. 

"Oh God, Roger . . . "she gasped, her hands clutching at his tensely corded 
thighs. "Your hands feel good on my titties ... as good as your cock feels 
fucking up inside me ... " 

Tremors of passion were spasming through Roger. Charlene's lewd words of 
praise sent lurid shivers running up and down his spine and doubled the 
already incredible pleasure he was feeling. He could hardly believe what was 
happening! They had only met this morning, and, of all places, at his own 
mother's funeral, and now, after a turn of events which had left him 
breathless, he was fucking, or rather, she was fucking him! Yes, she was the 
one who had seduced him, and who was riding him like a savage Indian girl on 
a half-wild mustang, her thighs clenching his hips viciously, and the soft 
inner hole up between her legs milking furiously on his heavily rampaging 
cock. He had never experienced anything like this before - being screwed by 
a real woman - because that's what Charlene was, there was no doubt about 
that. She probably hadn't been fucked by a man all this time she'd been 
living there at his mother's house, and God, was she hot! 

Roger glanced up and saw that Charlene's face was coated with perspira-tion. 
Her mouth was half open and her head was flung back. Her luxuriant coils of 
curls had become undone and her silky red hair was streaming down over her 
naked tits and shoulders like hotly glowing streaks of fire. He had released 
his savage hold on her breasts and now the full ripe spheres were bobbing 
from her exertion, the reddish-brown nipples jutting out like berries, and 
the brown aureolas were crinkled in their contracted excitement. His 
lust-glazed eyes travelled down the length of her magnificent body, coated 
with moisture, revelling in the soft yet supple milkiness of it, the 
provocative curve of her womanly hips, the bright red fleece of pussy curls 
which meshed so indistinguishably with his own. 

Her long slender thighs were like alabaster columns and Roger could see that 
the inner tendons stood out like whipcord against the ivory inner skin. She 
continued to grind her feverishly gripping cunt wildly up and down on his 
jerking prick, making a little teasing rotating movement as she rose up. Her 
fingers slipped around behind her rhythmic-ally squirming buttocks and 
stroked the squirming sac of his testicles in a sudden swift movement which 
sent his roiling sperm into a frenzy of churning liquid deep inside the 
darkness of his balls. 

"Christ, Charlene,'' he panted through the breathlessness of his mounting 
passion. "You're . . . you're incredible ... oh God, keep tickling my balls 
like that ..." 

Roger felt a rush of heat that started in the pit of his stomach rise up in 
an overpowering curtain and steam through him, and at the same time his cock 
began to jerk uncontrollably and the ache in his painfully writhing balls 
had become unbearable. 

"Aaaagggggghhhhhh . . . keep fuck-ing .. . keep fucking ... I'm cumming! I'm 
cccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg And then his whole body was caught up in a gigantic 
whirlwind, and he thought he would lose consciousness because blackness 
appeared in front of his eyes and he felt he was drifting away. But his 
faltering rationality was arrested by Charlene's own hoarse screams. 

"Oh God, Roger . . . Roger! I'm cumming too. I'm . . . Aaaahhhhhl" And she 
was cumming too, her pelvis pounding against his like gigantic waves against 
storm-tossed rocks. Her fingers were like razor-sharp spears cutting into 
the flesh of his hips, and the interior muscle of her vaginal sheath was an 
insatiable entity of its own. It was sucking, demanding, and getting, its 
life-giving quencher of his store of semen, which suddenly began to spurt 
along the pulsating tube of his spasming penis and hose hotly up into the 
heated cavern of her pussy. Almost immediately it seemed, the frothy liquid 
trickled back down around his wetly pumping hardness and seeped into their 
tightly meshed pubic curls, already moistened with the shower of her 
orgasmic release. 

Roger emptied the final drop of his boiling semen into the redhead's still 
hungrily twitching pussy until at last she fell exhausted onto his panting 
body and his now limp prick slipped easily from her wet, cock-stretched 
vaginal passage. 

"That . . . that was the best fuck I've ever had!" Roger acknowledged 
gratefully, the wedding ring on his finger notwithstand-ing. But the truth 
was the truth, and there was something about the spontaneity of the act 
which impassioned him to fever pitch, something about the redhead's total, 
unchecked sexuality which had triggered him off like he'd never been 
triggered before. "You're quite a girl, Charlie," he added admiringly. 

"You don't do so bad as a man yourself," Charlie said, smiling at him and 
nestling her peaceful face down onto his chest. Things are going to be all 
right after all, she thought to herself. Since the accident theday before, 
and the tragic loss of Roger's mother, Charlie thought that life was going 
to be pretty dull with just the two of them, her and Bill. But now she could 
see that there might be three, or four in their happy party. 

Mmmmmmm, she thought, the two men and me! And that cold little wife of 
Roger's. But . . . I'll bet she could really get steamed up ... in the right 
hands! 

 Chapter Three 

Diane could not remember being more uncomfortable than she was at breakfast 
that morning. She had been asleep when Roger had returned to their room the 
night before, and Charlene's call that breakfast was ready had interrupted 
the talk she had begun with her husband in the morning. She had wanted to 
apologize for her outburst the night before. She knew she had been a shrew, 
that she was imagining things. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and 
she was sorry. 

Roger had seemed uninterested in her apology, and it seemed to Diane that at 
breakfast he had purposely avoided looking at her. Diane felt ashamed. He 
was probably still very upset about his mother's death. How inappropriate, 
Diane thought, of her to accuse of him of being interested in Char-lene. He 
wasn't paying the least attention to the girl at breakfast, although it 
seemed to Diane that Charlene was not oblivious of her handsome husband's 
presence. 

As a matter of fact, Diane reflected, Charlene seemed to take every 
opportunity to brush against her husband, Roger. And, Diane noticed, it was 
much to Roger's credit he didn't pay any attention to Charlene at all. He 
justdrank his coffee and ate his toast and his thoughts seemed to be a 
thousand miles away. 

But what made Diane most uncomfort-able was Bill's presence at the breakfast 
table. Diane could not forget her discovery of the album of pornographic 
pictures, those lewd, filthy photographs of Bill in wild, sexual positions 
with the voluptuous redhead who was not clearing the breakfast dishes. The 
shock of finding them still affected her, and her subsequent action of 
getting aroused by them shamed her through and through. She was haunted by 
her memory of the night before, of how she had shamelessly fingerfucked her 
own vagina and actually reached a climax from the wild sensations, evil, 
wicked sensations, aroused in her by the snapshots. Every time she looked at 
her father-in-law the vision of herself lying there on the bed with her hand 
desperately working away at her own nakedly spread cunt came back to torment 
her, much as she tried to wipe the memory from her mind, to erase the 
sharp-honed edge of her humiliation. 

Thank God no one had caught her in the act of fingerfucking herself into 
such a wildly screaming orgasm. 

And yet it seemed to her that Bill was regarding her strangely. 

Could he possibly know that she had discovered the pictures? No, it was 
impossible. It was all in her mind, it was she who was interpretting his 
remarks and glances the wrong way. But what, exactly had he meant when he 
had greeted her that morning? 

"Feeling better this morning, Diane?" was all Bill had said, but there had 
been something in his tone, and a look in his eye that seemed to mock her. 
Hadn't there? No, she told herself. She was making the whole thing up 
because of her guilt. 

Suddenly, the scrape of Roger' s chair as he pushed back from the table 
after breakfast interrupted her thoughts. He announced that he was going 
into town to talk to his mother's lawyer about some property he and his 
mother shared the title to, land he had inherited after his father's death. 
Diane was furious when Charlene an-nounced that she'd like to go with him, 
that she had some shopping to do. 

"That little hussy, Diane thought, pleased to see that Roger didn't seem in 
the least to notice or care. He did not even look at Charlene to return the 
wide smile the young redhead was flashing his way. "That shameless little 
bitch is really after my husband!" Diane thought. "Well, just let her try 
and take him away!" 

' Yes, you two go ahead into town," Bill said. "Diane and I will clean up 
the dishes." With that, Bill had casually laid his hand on Diane's arm, and 
Diane furiousat herself for blushing scarlet. She only hoped that her 
husband didn't notice her reaction. But when she looked up, she saw that 
Roger was already on his way out of the kitchen, and that Charlene was close 
behind him and was even now taking his arm. A twinge of jealousy was added 
to Diane's already confused feelings and she felt as if she was losing 
control of her mind. 

"Look at the cute little ass on that bitch!" Bill was saying, interrupting 
her thoughts. God, had he really said that! 

"How . . . how dare you!" Diane gasped, her face scarlet, mortified with 
embarrassment at the older man's lewd words. Who did he think she was that 
he could talk to her like that? Anger seethed inside her like bubbling oil, 
threatening to overflow and scald everything within distance. But she 
managed to control her feelings and said in a low, even voice: "Please, 
watch your language, Bill." 

Even to her own ears, her voice sounded incredibly prissy, but her shock was 
still electrically alive inside her, and she didn't want this crude man to 
get the idea that she would stand for his libertine ways . . . any of them. 
She got up quickly from the table, embarrassed even more when she 
rememb-ered the pictures of Bill and Charlene. She started to wash the 
breakfast dishes, but noticed with shock that Bill had also risen from the 
breakfast table and was now standing right behind her! Her feelings were so 
confused she didn't know what to do. She knew is some weird way that she had 
wanted him to come near to her, had wanted to feel his masculine presence 
close to her. And yet at the same time, she felt extremely threatened by 
this man who she knew for a fact had been unfaithful to his wife right in 
the same house. 

Suddenly, she stiffened. The blood pushed wildly in her veins and a sudden 
wave of heat engulfed her and threatened to overcome her. She just couldn't 
believe what was happening. Bill's hands were on her buttocks feeling them, 
squeezing them through the thin, diaphanous material of her robe. He was 
actually caressing her back there! 

She didn't know what to do. Fear washed over her followed quickly by anger. 
She hesitated for a split second. Should she order him to stop, or should 
she just ignore it? If she got angry, perhaps she might intimidate him, but 
on the other hand, he was brazen enough to touch her like that, and he might 
get violent. But conversely, if she just ignored him, migh the notion be an 
invitation to continue? God, what should I do, she wondered wildly. His 
hands were continuing their lewd manipulations of her softly yielding ass 
cheeks, kneading and clutching, and it seemed to the agonized young bride 
that an eternity passed in those few seconds. 

Then, she could stand it no longer. 

"Take your hands off me, you lecherous old man!" she shrieked. Relieved by 
her outburst, she turned to face her tormentor. "How dare you lay your hands 
on me?" She stood glaring at him, panting from her exasperated speech, her 
dark eyes flashing like sparkling coal dust. 

"Why, young lady, can't you stand anyone's hands but your own?" the 
distinguished-looking man looked down at her, an arrogant smile on his 
self-assured face. 

Diane was thrown off balance by his unexpected retort. 

"Wha . . . what do you mean?" she asked, striving not to let her tone betray 
how shaken she was by his strange remark. But he didn't not reply, he simply 
smiled at her and her heart missed a beat. What did he mean? He was acting 
so strangely, so sure of himself. There was something menacing about his 
behavior ... as if he knew something he could not possibly know . . . 

Suddenly, Bill moved a step closer to her and his insidiously, searching 
hand reached out and touched her hips. She stepped backwards, but she was 
trapped between him and the sink. 

"Get away from me!" she gasped, her nervousness mounting. Screaming would do 
no good. Through the kitchen window, she could see her husband and Charlene 
drive off. 

"Come on, Diane, relax," Bill rasped, his eyes roaming freely over her 
trembling figure. "I happen to know you could use a little loving." 

"I-I don't know what you mean!" she stammered. What was he hinting at? 

"You don't have to be ashamed with me, dear,'' the older man said.' 'There 
aren't any secrets between us." 

Diane's heart raced with fear. He seemed to have something on his mind, 
something he was trying to threaten her with. 

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she said defiantly, hoping to 
inject her voice with courage. 

"Let's put it this way," he taunted. "I know you've discovered the family 
al-bums." 

Diane blanched, and suddenly her throat felt dry. She could only stare in 
surprised amazement at the triumphantly smiling figure of her husband's 
stepfather. She just couldn't believe that she had heard him correctly, yet 
the enormity of the implication of his remark was slowly etching itself on 
her disbelieving brain. If he knew she had seen the pictures of him and 
Char-lene, was it possible that he also knew, that he had seen . . . 

"No . . . no!" she gasped, unable to stop herself. 

"Oh, yes!" Bill laughed, delighted at the effect his bombshell had on her. 
It was so rare, he mused, that one found a girl as innocent and shy as this! 
"Yes, dear," he went on, enjoying her discomfort, "I know how much you 
appreciate fine photo-graphy." 

Diane continued to stare in numbed silence at him. Did he know - had he seen 
her? Was that what he was hinting at, that he not only knew that she had 
discovered the pictures, but that she had been so stimulated by them that 
she had fingered herself to climax, and had she done it with him watching? 

"What I do is my own business," she said flatly. She felt devoid of all 
strength, completely stripped of the will to put this man in his place. 

"Of course it's your business, dear. And I have some other photographs that 
you might find your business as well." 

More pictures? What could be possibly mean by that? she thought wildly, 
suddenly desperate to get away from this vile man. Wait until she told 
Roger! 

But Brll was edging forward, and then suddenly he grabbed her by the wrist 
and pulled her close to him. His other arm closed tightly around her and her 
peered with lewd suggestion down at her. 

"You really liked the family photos, didn't you, dear . . . they got you 
hot, didn't they Diane." 

Diane was paralyzed with fear. She was afraid to struggle, afraid to see 
what would happen if she got him angry. She sensed that a man capable of 
being photographed that way might be capable of worse things. 

"Did you like the picture of Charlene and I eating each other?" Bill 
taunted. "How about that shot of my cock fucking into her mouth?" 

Diane felt a rush of faintness, and fought to keep from sinking to the 
floor. He's insane, her mind screamed. You're not safe with him . . . Oh 
God, help me . . . 

4 'And did you see her pussy, all red and juicy and begging to be fucked?" 
Bill was saying. "Can you imagine how much I liked getting my tongue in that 
hot little hole!" 

"Oh stop it, stop it, please!" Diane screamed suddenly, beginning to 
struggle wildly, unable to take any more of her father-in-law's lewd 
teasings. 

"My dear girl, whatever is wrong with | you?'' he smiled, his hand 
tightening around her breast, pressing it hotly through her robe. "Don't 
tell me you're squeamish about the pictures?" 

"No, please, leave me alone!" she whimpered, her reason deserting her and 
leaving her a cringing mass of confusion and bewilderment. Did things like 
this really happen? 

"Really, Diane you'll feel better if we talk about it, particularly about 
the one where I'm fucking it to her in the ass." 

Diane felt a fresh shudder convulse her. As if by magic, a startling clear 
reproduction of that wild photograph leaped into her mind, and she could see 
the lewd cunt-moistening scene finely etched on her brain - the straining 
white mounds of the girl's asscheeks, the tiny dark ring of her asshole up 
nestled between the smoothly curved mounds, of Bill's hugely distended penis 
already fucking halfway up inside the tiny puckered entrance. She couldn't 
banish the lurid apparition from her mind, and she felt suddenly that she 
was going mad. She wanted to scream, to shriek and wail, do anything to 
shatter the terrifying reality which encircled her, a reality of weirdly 
rising sensations of unwanted wetness up between her thighs. 

And part of the reality too, was her father-in-law's teasing convul-si ve 
clasp on her breast and even as awareness sunk once more into her brain, she 
felt that same hand slip down along the curve of her waist and once more cup 
her buttocks, squeezing them intimately in a lewdly suggestive gesture. 
Diane felt totally devoid of control over her own body and mind. 

Something had snapped in her when she had finally realized that this man had 
witnessed her surrender to her own lewd response to the filthy pictures, and 
now she realized his domination over her was complete when he had revealed 
that he wasn't afraid to let her know it. But how did he see? How? 

Diane was barely aware of Bill's hand insinuating itself into the opening of 
her bathrobe, so engrossed was she in the racing thoughts in her 
panic-striken mind. But her heart somersaulted inside her as she felt his 
salaciously wandering hand press against the softness of her belly and move 
downwards toward the nightie-clad mound of her rapidly moistening pussy 
mound. Oh God, what is happening? she thought wildly, really aware for the 
first time that Roger's stepfather's hand was actually inside her bathrobe 
and was edging down towards her now treacherously trembling vagina! 

"Oh God, stop it! Stop it!" she shrieked, struggling wildly. She couldn't 
let this happen - no matter what, she had to stop this lewd advance before 
he went any further. She was off balance and off her guard, and now this 
immoral man was trying to finger her down there! 

"Holdstill, dear," Bill rasped hoarsely, "and let old Uncle Bill give your 
hot little pussy what your husband has evidently been neglecting." 

Diane stood stock still. Oh God, was it that apparent that Roger had been 
ignoring her? Had Roger said anything to Bill about the situation between 
the husband and wife? Oh God, it was too much to bear! Bill took advantage 
of her shocked immobility and eased his other hand up her leg underneath the 
flimsy nightgown until his fingers reached the soft, hair-covered pelt of 
her vagina. The fingers hesitated there for a moment before slipping upwards 
and teasing slowly into the warm moist furrow of her nakedly exposed pussy. 

A shudder coursed through Diane as she felt his hard, insistent fingers down 
between her thighs on her naked cunt. She felt powerless to move. There was 
something irrevocable about his intrusion there - as if there werenothing to 
fight any more. He had pressured his hand inside her legs - she had allowed 
things to get this far - and now, there was nothing she could do about it! 
She felt broken, a victim of events initiated by forces over which she had 
no control. If Roger had told Bill about the freeze in their marriage, then 
Roger deserved this . . . yes, it was all somehow Roger's fault that she was 
about to get fucked by his own step-father! 

Bill's fingers probed and searched in the softly yielding cuntal folds, 
exploring the smooth, wetly pulsating lips, teasing about with confident 
insistence. Diane was surprised at her own reaction to another man's hand up 
between her legs. She knew it was partly because of her disembodiment from 
physical feeling, but she couldn't deny that the strange fingers didn't feel 
bad at all down there! 

"Do you like it? Hmmmm?" Bill breathed lewdly. "Does my finger feel as good 
as yours did last night?" Unwillingly, Diane admitted the memory of her own 
frantic fingering of her shamelessly excited vagina, her scurrilous 
fingerfucking of her own wildly grinding pussy walls to cumming. Shame 
flooded through her at the thought of how she had writhed so wildly, so 
hotly under her own wickedly driving fingers, how she had squirmed her naked 
buttocks around lewdly in orgasm as she fucked her own fingers deeper and 
deeper up inside her hungrily devouring cunt-wall. What was happening to 
her? First, she had enjoyed her own lewd masturbation, and now she was 
beginning to like the older man's fingers working deeper now, up inside her 
rapidly flooding little pussy-hole! 

No, it can't be! Her mincf screamed. It can't be happening! But there was no 
doubt now about it - she couldn't deny it. She was beginning to enjoy her 
own father-in-law's lasciviously worming fingers in her pussy, and in spite 
of her mind's horror, her traitorous body was beginning to undulate gently 
in time to the man's insistent inward fucks up between her now limply spread 
thighs. 

Bill felt a surge of triumph on sensing her submission to him. There was no 
denying that she was beginning to like it - he could feel a tiny, but 
sensuous flexing beginning inside her hotly moistening cunt walls, and her 
whole body was beginning to shiver in anticipatory pleasure. He had won her 
over, which didn't surprise him. He was, after all, a man of experience, and 
had always considered himself able to warm up the coldest of bitches. Still, 
he thought, it was good fortune that had delivered this stauesque beauty 
into his arms. 

Tiny mewls of pleasure began to spew from Diane's lips and she leaned back 
against Bill and began to writhe, her loins churning in a quick little 
simulation of fucking rhythm. She was being subjugated by the betrayal of 
her body, her will to resist curbed by the greater master of desire. 
Awareness of the reality of the situation was fading; consciousness of the 
growing tingle deep up inside her now hungrily gripping vagina was taking 
its place. 

" How do you f eel now, Diane, honey?'' Bill breathed. "How do my fingers 
feel up inside your slippery little pussy?" His other hand was working at 
her firmly rounded breasts squeezing and tweaking the hard turgid nipples 
through her thin nightgown. Then, with a sudden upward movement between her 
legs, he ground his fingers deeper up into the wetly throbbing opening of 
her cuntal passage and wormed their tips as far up inside her as they would 
go. The palm of his hand was cupped tight up against her cunt curls now and 
she mewled out her helpless delight. 

"Oooooohhhhhh ..." Diane moaned, jolted by the searing entry, tormented by 
the sides of his fingers pressuring pleasurably against her sensitive inner 
vaginal walls. His fingers continued their wild rotatory plundering inside 
her, and Diane felt weird new sensations cavort through her body. Oh God . . 
. this is better than when I did it to myself, she thought helplessly in the 
daze of her passion as she pressed her now hungrily pulsating clitoral bud 
down on the relieving hardness of her father-in-law's thigh-spreading hand. 

"You really love it now, don't you, babe?" he gloated, thanking the gods for 
his good fortune to have his own stepson's young wife's hot little naked 
pussy squirming hotly down on his deeply skewering fingers. 

"Oh yes," she hissed through passion-clenched teeth. "Oh yes, it feels so 
good. Mmmmmmm . . . !!!" 

Diane's entire lower body was a throbbing mass of aroused nerve endings and 
she felt as if an uncontrollable fire had been kindled there. Her clitoris 
felt round and hard and was pulsing strongly with the heated blood of desire 
and the fleshily swollen outer lips of her finger-filled young cunt were 
moist with passion. Chills rippled through her spine which contrasted with 
the , heat which was rising from her groin, rising up to cover her face and 
neck in a hot, rosy flush. 

She was moaning uncontrollably now, unconscious of everything but the 
delicious pleasure which was seeping into every crack and crevice in her 
desire-inflamed body and infusing her with a wild, uncontrollable joy she 
had never, ever, experienced before. She felt as if she was soaring on the 
wings of some magical mythical bird which was flying high and taking her to 
a warm heavenly place where he could deposit her in a comfortable nest where 
nothing or no one would ever harm her again. 

And suddenly, she was there, in that unreachable nest, gliding down into a 
feathersoft resting place. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhh . . . !"she chanted. "I'm there ... oh, it's so good . . . 
"Her hips were jerking in a wild, pagan dance of lust, and she was grinding 
her hotly spewing cunt down salaciously onto her father-in-law's tirelessly 
working hand and her hotly seeping pussy juices simmered down onto his 
fingers and lubricated them completely as they continued to fingerfuck new 
and exciting pleasure deep around up inside her uncontrollably exploding 
belly. Then, finally, when the heated sensations of passion had subsided and 
her body was reduced to nothing more than a slight, convulsive twitching, a 
blanketing peace came over her and suddenly she came back to reality . . . 
to the kitchen of her mother-in-law's house, to the arms of her husband's 
step-father, and to the sound of a car pulling into the driveway outside. 
She jerked away from him quickly, his fingers popping out from her 
cum-flooded young cunt-mouth with a loud, wet sucking noise, and ran hastily 
back to her bedroom . . . 

 Chapter Four 

"Diane? Where are you," Roger called when he reached the upstairs guestroom 
and found it empty. 

"I'm in the bathroom, honey. I just got out of the shower," Diane answered, 
trying to make her voice sound normal. But even with her effort, Roger could 
detect that familiar quiver in her tone which meant that she was crying, or 
trying not to. Now what was wrong? he wondered. Was she still upset about 
last night's bickering between them, or was his trip into town with Charlene 
what set her off now? 

Charlene. Just thinking of her name soothed Roger. It seemed to him that 
Diane was always harping on at him about one thing or another, and now that 
he had learned how happy fucking a real woman could make him, he was 
thinking that he wouldn't stand for too much more of Diane's sniveling. He 
had just about lost patience with the young woman. 

What Roger did not know was that Diane was upset, not about him, but about 
herself, about last night's fingerfucking episode, and then that horrible 
scene with Bill in the kitchen just minutes before. Feelings of 
self-loathing rose up in her as she toweled her body dry. She was filled 
with contempt for her own weakness. Kaleidoscopic pictures of her 
self-gratifica-tion tripped through her mind, and they tormented her into a 
state of humiliated frenzy until finally she rubbed herself so hard with the 
rough terry-cloth towel that it hurt. How was she going to face her husband 
after what she had let his step-father do to her naked cunt? His 
fingerfucking her to a shamelessly growing cum was as bad as letting him 
actually fuck her. She was consumed with guilt over her own infidelity, and. 
it made her unable to show Roger any tenderness. She wanted to throw herself 
into his arms and beg forgiveness, but when she emerged from the bathroom 
wrapped in the thick terry towel, all she could do was be sarcastic. 

"Have a pleasant interlude with our sweet little friend?" she asked. "I 
notice she's so unsteady on her feet that she needs to hold onto you for 
support." 

"What do you mean by that?" Roger snapped. 

"I saw her latch onto you on the way to the car. And she was practically 
sitting in your lap when you pulled out of the driveway!" Diane hardly 
recognized her own voice, she sounded so shrewish. 

Roger flinched under her verbal assault. He hoped she was only guessing 
wildly at what was going on. If she ever knew that Charlene was not only 
sitting next to him in the car, but had her hand in his lap and was kneading 
and massaging his throbbing cock all the way into town, what would his young 
wife say then? 

"Don't be ridiculous!" Roger re-torted, feigning nonchalance, his heart 
thudding at the memory of the ride into town, of the passionate fire of last 
night's fucking, how her creamy, resilient body had fused with his as they 
writhed nakedly together on her bed, how she had welcomed his heavily 
throbbing cock inside her with all the certainty of true womanhood. He 
shivered just remem-bering how her tight, eager young pussy had felt as it 
had sucked inward like warm, throbbing liver around his deeply fucking cock, 
how her pliant fleshy breasts felt under his caressing hands, how her full 
ripe lips felt as they returned his ardent kiss. 

"Hah! I'll bet you're thinking about her now, aren't you?" Diane taunted, 
glaring with blazing eyes at him. It was only a wild guess, but she felt a 
stab of triumph when she noticed his sudden crimsoning, his quick look of 
guilt. "You think I don't know what kind of girl she is? You think you're 
the only one around here who lays his hands on her?" 

Diane hadn't meant to go this far, but she was so completely jealous that 
she was losing control. 

"What do you mean?" Roger said lamely. A worried knot of agitation was 
churning in his stomach, not so much for the fact that Diane might know 
about his infidelity, but for the fact that what she was saying about the 
sensual redhead might know about his infidelity, but for the fact that what 
she was saying about the sensual redhead might very well be the truth. 

"This is what I mean!" Diane snapped, walking over to the bookshelf and 
grabbing the photograph album she had discovered the night before. "You 
think you're the only one that fucks her! Is that it? Well wait till you see 
this! Yes, that's right, just look through. There's some great shots in 
there, like the one of Bill screwing your little friend in the ass. Or how 
about the one where he's licking her little redheaded pussy? You like that?" 

Roger blanched under his usually primly speaking wife's taunting 
ob-scenities. "That's enough," he said, his voice icy cold. Although he was 
in a turmoil of jealous emotion inside, he remained outwardly calm. But 
despite his threatening voice, Diane continued to taunt him. 

"Honestly, Roger, you're such a dope. You'd fall for anything that batted 
her eyelashes at you. You were right last night. She's not just a maid, 
she's also a public pussy and little whore." 

"Shut up," Roger hissed. "Just shut up, Diane!" Roger spat, incensed at his 
wife's mockery of him. He made a lunge at her and grabbed her by the wrist, 
holding her immobile. He had thrown the photo album on the floor, wishing 
he'd never seen it. And instead of blaming Charlene for his anger, it was 
Diane he was furious with. She should never have showed him the photographs; 
they infuriated him, they made him lose all ability to reason. 

His fingers tightened cruelly around Diane's wrist and his raging anger had 
finally mastered his reason. Her spiteful sarcastic taunts echoed in his 
mind as the pictures burned themselves through his brain, those two naked 
figures, Charlene's and Bill's, engaged in lewd acts the memory of which 
made anger and indignation boil over together in the cauldron of his 
emotions. With a growl, he threw Diane back against the bed, tearing her 
towel away so that she was naked and her full sensual breasts jutted 
suddenly out into view. 

"I'll make you pay for this, you fucking little bitch!" he screamed, the 
sight of the naked glory of her body inflaming him further, his eyes 
enlarging as they stared at the smooth ivory orbs of her breasts, his face 
blushing beet red and the cords of his neck standing out like rawhide. 

Diane tried to turn away from him, but his hand suddenly dipped into her 
shiny brown hair and wrenched her head around to face him. Her eyes swam 
with tears. Shudders of terror convulsed the cringing woman. She had never 
seen Roger so angry! She was deathly afraid of the mountain of anger she had 
moved in her husband and was fearful lest he lose complete control. 

"Please, Roger, I'm sorry I said those things ... I'm sorry you had to learn 
the truth about your step-father this way . . . I'm sorry ..." 

It's too late now to be sorry," Roger hissed, infuriated still more by her 
sniveling apologies. "You're gonna have to pay for this, you little bitch. 
I'm sick and tired of listening to you nag and complain. I've had all a man 
can take you goddamn spoiled bitch!" His teeth were grinding in fury and his 
face wore an expression of bestial sadism. With a sudden movement he grabbed 
her and shook her and she lay there cowering beneath her furious hus-band, 
totally naked and exposed. 

"Oh, Roger, please don't!" Diane whimpered, cringing against the bed, her 
arms clasped protectively around her breasts, her legs drawn up to protect 
the nakedness of h.er body. Roger stood over her, a curious lust-crazed look 
on his contorted face. 

"Now, let's see how brave you are!" he taunted, grabbing her again by the 
wrist and throwing her face downward on the bed. Cruelly, he forced her face 
down onto the pillow, his fingers locking in her hair. He could hear her 
blubbering into the pillow, but her terrified fear only incensed him. His 
eyes travelled down the milky whiteness of her body, resting on the graceful 
flare of her hips. He could see the twin mounds of her silky smooth 
asscheeks clenched together and as he stared a jarring memory of all the 
nights of cold, unsatisfying fucks he had experienced with his complaining 
wife came back to haunt him and something boiled over inside him when he 
realized that she had been able to make him ashamed of his own natural 
masculine instincts. 

But even as he stared at the shivering figure of the helpless Diane, he felt 
a familiar twinge that began in the pit of his loins and rapidly spread to 
send his pulsating prick climbing into hard turgidity. He could feel his 
hardening rod pressuring against the fabric of his pants and it was hot and 
throbbing against his inner thigh. The realization that she could still 
excite him after what she put him through angered him to the boiling point. 

Her delicately curved young asscheeks were standing there unprotected, 
vulner-able, the day light shining over her soft polished flesh. Barely 
discernable between her quivering legs was the soft dark fleece of her pubic 
hair and beneath it the faint sheen of her trembling little vaginal split. 

Breathing hard, Roger placed his hands on the quivering spheres of alabaster 
flesh, and slowly drew the palpitating mounds apart. Staring for a moment at 
the crinkled brown ring of her little rectum, Roger reached forward and 
probed experi-mentally at it with his finger. 

"Oooohhh . . . !!!" Diane jerked for-ward as though she had been prodded by 
a hot coal. But Roger's hands held her and there was nothing she could do 
but submit. His fingers were worming mercilessly up between the tender 
globes, holding her painfully in place. Diane felt resistance drain from 
her. Her body was helpless, to be used as he desired - the responsibility 
was out of her control. Roger ran his hands slowly up her smooth inner thigh 
all the way to the hair-lined lips of her cunt, still moistened from the 
fingerfucking she had received from her father-in-law a short time earlier. 

"Mmmm ..." he slavered, his balls tingling with renewed excitement. There 
was something luridly arousing about the submissively kneeling posture of 
his wife, and he felt a soaring feeling of power as he sensed her terrified 
acquiescence. His palms spread over the smooth glossy asscheeks, cupping 
them firmly and slowly pulled tighter and his fingers probed sharply at the 
puckered little ring like punishing electric needles. 

"C'mon," he rasped bitterly. "Spread 'em wide, real wide!" Diane moaned 
under her husband's crude demand. She tried weakly to flare her buttocks, to 
do what he asked her, ever fearful of arousing his violent temper. She was 
seeing a side of him she had never known existed! 

Roger continued to tease at the puckered little circle with his finger, 
relishing her agonized cringe against the unnatural contact, while his other 
hand kneaded without mercy at the soft curved roundness of her buttock 
mounds. Bending his reddened face downward, he lashed out with his long 
moist tongue, and swept it along the full length of the quivering crevice, 
leaving a shimmering wet salival path between the sensuously trembling 
globes. Diane couldn't control a strange shudder of weird sensation at 
feeling his tongue there, and she could barely suppress a gasp as he 
suddenly supped teasingly into her pliant buttocks, covering the soft 
sensitive flesh with sharp little bites. Then his pointed tongue was probing 
at the tiny exposed anal mouth, testing and teasing, trying to stretch the 
tightly-clenched, unyielding ring of her asshole. 

"Oh my God, my God," Diane sobbed. Why is he doing this to me? Is it really 
my own husband teasing me back there like this? 

Roger was jubilant when he heard her fresh sobs. That'll teach the little 
bitch to mock me, he thought venomously, sudden-ly ripping down the zipper 
of his pants and releasing the long swollen length of his lust-hardened 
cock. He sighed with relief from the feeling of freedom as the hotly 
throbbing rod jutted up proudly in the air. Stretching the straining white 
buttocks even more, he lay full length of the palpitating member between her 
open ass-globes, resting the smooth bloated head against the tight little 
opening of her anus. Gleefully, he began to slide his heavily pulsing 
hardness up and down the exposed brownish valley and a drop of premature 
semen lubricating the hungrily throbbing tip. 

He placed the swollen head of his blood-engorged penis against the small 
hairless opening and aided by his insistent fingers, the giant rod began to 
push and buffet against her nakedly defenseless little rectal mouth. 

Although she tried to suppress the unbelievable thought, Diane was struck by 
the realization of what her husband had in mind for her. He was going to try 
to fuck his huge hardened penis up into her tiny rectum! It would kill her! 
How could she take it? It would tear her in half - the pain would drive her 
out of her mind. And worst of all was the realization that her husband was 
really capable of this depraved act. He was as bad as Bill, his own 
step-father! 

Her dazed thoughts ran back to those horrible photograhps. Etched on her 
mind irrevocably was the image of Bill's animalistic penetration anally of 
that sluttish redhead, the look of depraved pleasure on her face. Diane 
shivered in revulsion and as she did, her tiny puckered sphincter bruised 
against her husband's rock-hard prick, electrifying her with the insistent 
reality of her shamefully kneeling position. 

Tears ran from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. She began to sob, low 
whining sounds and struggled weakly to release her behind from her husband's 
sadistic grip. 

"Shut up and hold still!" Roger snarled, and Diane forced a stop to the 
convulsive quivering of her body. With a sudden, vicious lunge, Roger tried 
to shove his hotly throbbing prick through the tight rubbery opening. But it 
wouldn't go! It was too big! It pushed harshly against the unyielding 
membrane, and Roger cursed softly at his momentary defeat. Diane was 
shaking; she couldn't expect any escape from the depraved act that was to be 
performed on her. She only clenched shut her eyes trying not to think, 
hoping that whatever was going to happen to her would happen fast and be 
over with. For the very first time in her life, she was desperately, deathly 
afraid of her husband, and she quaked under her terrifying fear. 

Her face was numb from being pressed down into the bed and her whole body 
ached from the cramped awkwardness of her position. For a moment, a split 
second, she had been relieved that his huge penis had failed to pierce her 
anal passage and had nurtured the faint hope that he would give up his lewd 
intention. But he was trying again! 

' 'Aaaaarrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God, stop it!" A blinding, tearing pain 
shot up her back bone. She felt a slight popping sensation at her anus and . 
. , OH GOD, HE WAS IN! Her own husband was fucking her 'n the asshole! The 
startling pain took away her breath. The stretching, groping in her back 
passage was un-bearable - as if someone were trying to plug her up back 
there with a huge barrel cork. 

Roger was surprised at the virginal tightness of her anal passage. He had 
never fucked a woman there before and he hadn't expected so much resistance. 
His anger had steadily mounted as his patience drained away, his hard 
insistent cock demanding satisfaction, and now he had finally inserted it 
just up inside the tight rubbery circle. 

The lust-maddened husband lurched forward agin, sinking more of the enormous 
shaft into his wife's tiny tortured rectum. 

" Uuuuuhhhhhgggnnnnnnnn . . . oh, no! Noooooooooo!" 

Diane's pelvis bucked and jerked against her husband's maniacal impale-ment, 
the barbaric pain giving her new strength. Futilely, she twisted and 
gyrated, trying to shake off the brutal skewering of her tightly resisting 
anal flesh, but Roger only grinned lasciviously and wormed his massive cock 
farther up into her inflamed back passage, drilling mercilessly up the 
virginal channel. 

Violent, shattering pain racked Diane's body and choked sobs caught 
raspingly in her throat. She was hopelessly caught on his merciless rod. 
Roger pulled at her hips in a relentless, inflexible grip, flexing his loins 
as he inched even deeper into her tightly resisting asshole. She squirmed 
desperately, tugging her wide-split asscheeks away from his granite-hard 
shaft, but her struggles only helped to bury the devastation of the 
advancing cock further into her agonized rectal canal. The stiff 
circumference of her husband's cock stretched the tender ring of her ass 
until it seemed to clutch in helpless desperation at the huge pole and suck 
it even deeper into its futilely resisting interior. 

"Oh, Roger, please stop! Please stop ... I can't stand it!" she sobbed 
piteously. 

But Roger only gritted his teeth and with a final savage grunt, ground the 
full length of his monstrous shaft into her tortured passage. He had buried 
the full length of the elongated rod far up inside the soft, buttery flesh 
of her asshole! 

Roger hesitated for a second, enjoying the tight, inflamed throbbing of his 
wife's sensitively throbbing rectum around his deeply imbedded prick. Then 
he began a slow, abrasive pulling out of the extended shaft. His withdrawal 
along the stolen path brought fresh moans of new pain from his tormented 
wife, pulling it out until just the swollen bulbous head alone remained 
engulfed by the hotly clinging flesh of her ass. Then, closing his eyes in 
lustful pleasure, he once again rammed its merciless bulk into her now 
forever stretched anal channel, feeling the smooth buttery cheeks of her 
witely rounded buttocks settle quiveringly around his hardening balls, as he 
once more sunk every inch of it up into her tortured depths. He began a slow 
sawing motion in and out of her, the movement becoming easier as her 
distended rectum relaxed a little and allowed his rummaging cock to pursue 
its wild rape. 

Diane moaned and whimpered as he sodomized her, her body lost in a labyrinth 
of pain. She had never felt so totally abased and humiliated in her life. 
Not even her husband's stepfather's lustful finger-fucking of her naked 
vagina compared to the ignominy of this horrible anal rape by her own 
husband. She wished that the ground would swallow her up because she didn't 
think she could ever hold her head up again. 

Roger continued his illicit fucking, his piledriving pelvis pounding against 
her upturned backside, his leaded penis churning deeper and deeper into the 
softness of her violated interior, slapping his loins against her wet 
buttocks, his mind lost in the abandoned perversity of the vicious anal 
fucking he was giving her. 

His breath stiffened and he began to gasp in short rasping snorts. His cock 
ached beyond belief and seemed to inflate even more as the sperm, boiling in 
his steaming, writhing balls, clamored for release. 

The massive rod began to fuck faster and faster in and out of the 
wide-stretched walls of her rectum and Diane tried to ease the cramped 
muscles of her buttocks to lessen if she could the excruciating pain. She 
felt her husband's hands clutch even more convulsively into her now slightly 
bruised buttocks, roaming over her hips. His pelvic thursts pounded wildly 
against her numbed and flattened ass cheeks hard against her hip bones as he 
began to shout strange growling sounds, mingled with threats and lewd 
obscenities. 

His body stiffened, swivelled only at the hips, his toes dug against the 
floor. 

"Hump back, bitch . . . move your fucking goodie-goodie ass ..." He shrieked 
insanely through tightly clenched teeth. "Oh God, I'm cumming now. I'm 
cumminggg in your asshole ...!!! AH!" He buffeted against her, a final 
breath-taking clap of flesh against flesh, his lust-stiffened rod knifing 
into unfathomed depths of her agonized rectum. A scalding white hot stream 
of liquid shot into her hotly clenching anus, searing the merci-lessly 
ravaged membrane. He jerked against her like a rag doll shook by an angry 
child,, her thighs and buttocks crushed by the violence of his final assault 
as he emptied the full measure of his thickly burning semen into her 
forever-stretched anal passage. Then he fell forward, flattening the lovely 
curves of his wife's body under his distended bulk. 

She lay there silently sobbing, trying to muffle her cries, and trying to 
muffle also the moans of weirdly throbbing pleasure she was also feeling, 
for while her husband's vengeful fucking of her virginal little rectal 
passage had hurt and had caused her unbelievable humiliation, still, his own 
cumming had set off a similar reaction in her. But she mustn't let him know 
. . . she mustn't let him know that she had cum too ... he must not know 
that she was a base enough creature to enjoy the disgusting act of being 
fucked in the asshole like a lowly animal! 

 Chapter Five 

As she dressed and put on her makeup, Diane was surprised at how calm she 
felt. She glanced behind her at her husband who had fallen asleep sprawled 
out on the crumpled bedspread of the guest room bed. She felt nothing for 
him, nothing at all. She didn't care what he did from now on. He and 
Charlene could really have an affair and it wouldn't bother her. 

She turned back to the mirror and applied the black eyeliner, rimming her 
brown eyes lavishly. Together with the green eye shadow she had smoothed 
onto her eyelid, she had achieved a stunning effect and her eyes had a hazy, 
smouldering look. Several coats of black mascara on her long dark lashes 
completed her eye makeup and she decided, after applying her lipstick, that 
she looked just right. 

Just right for what she asked her reflection in the mirror. It was a 
question, however, that she did not answer. She had no exact plan in mind, 
but she knew her extra care in dressing today had something to do with Bill. 
She didn't care anymore what Roger thought of her, not after his bestial 
anal assault. She still hurt back where he had forced his bludgeoning rod 
into her, and that pain made her turn in her mind to the memory of Bill. She 
remembered her unadulterated ecstacy as Bill had fingered her freely in the 
secret confines of her eagerly cumming vagina. 

A shudder ran through her now as she involuntarily relived the scraping, 
titillating feel of his coarse fingers as they slid up the tightly 
contracting sheath of her cuntal passage, how his hand felt as it aqueezed 
mercilessly on her breasts, evoking a strange sort of pleasure through the 
unbearable pain. She no longer wondered how she had let herself give in. He 
had overpowered her, but at least he had brought her extreme pleasure, which 
was more than she could say for her clumsy, cruel husband who certainly 
hadn't meant her to have any pleasure from his lewd fucking of her 
helplessly stretched asshole. 

Diane felt a tingle in her spine as she recalled Bill's treatment of her, 
his complete disregard for her expressed feelings. There was something 
perversely exciting to her, she acknowledged now as she took one last look 
in the mirror, smoothing her brown hair back from her face with her hands, 
in the way he had treated her. Even now there were little pinpricks of fire 
niggling between her legs and she realized that she had been grinding her 
inner thighs together to quell the feeling. 

She felt strange to herself, as if pleasantly afloat on the tide of some 
newly discovered sensuality. Her body felt light and warm. She had no clear 
idea of what she was going to do, but something was started in her, some 
gnawing aching emptiness deep inside, like a worm eating away at her, 
calling for release, for satisfaction. She felt restless and taut, and she 
knew that she wanted to see her father-in-law again, to feel his gentleness, 
the consoling sound of the experienced older man's voice. She didn't want 
him to fuck her, she told herself, she just wanted to see him, talk to him. 

Almost without realizing where she was going, she opened the door to Bill's 
bedroom. The shades were still drawn and in the dim light she saw, to her 
mingled dismay and surprise, that her desperate eyes were looking for Bill, 
her eyes darting back and forth around the room as if he would miraculously 
appear there in the bedroom. But he was no where in sight and feeling a pang 
of disappointment, Diane decided to go into his empty room, getting a 
feeling of consolation just from being there and breathing the 
masculine-scented air of the room in which Bill slept. 

What's come over me? she asked herself, acting like a lovesick teenager! But 
she couldn't deny it, just being in Bill's room caused her heart to pound in 
her ribcage. What do I care whether I see him or not? she told herself, 
walking slowly across the room, I'm a married woman, and he's my husband's 
step-father! 

Her heart skipped a beat when a door across the room opened and Bill 
appeared in the doorway. 

"Diane!" his deep voice rang out, a broad smile on his face. "Just the 
person I was thinking about!" 

"Hello, Bill," Diane replied, her voice stiff and unnatural. Her hands felt 
clammy and she was sure there were beads of perspiration on her face. I 
shouldn't have come in here! She fought to control a wave of fear which was 
swelling inside her. The man's quietness, the still, dark atmosphere of the 
man's bedroom, frightened her unreasonably. "You were just thinking about 
me?" she heard herself say. 

Bill smiled. "Yes, I was just develop-ing some pictures in my darkroom, 
dear. Yes, that's right, I had this dressing room made into a darkroom. 
Photography's a hobby of mine, you might say." 

Diane felt herself blushing to the roots of her being, remembering full well 
what kind of photographs caught the man's interest. She felt a wave of 
dizziness come over her and nearly stumbled backwards. She should leave. She 
should get out of his room before it was too late! And yet, some strange 
force held her there. 

"Are you all right, dear?" Bill asked and Diane froze when whe realized that 
he was coming closer. She felt his strong hard arms around her, clasping her 
tightly, and she could smell the masculine odor of his sweet, heavy 
aftershave lotion. 

"Yes, I'm all right," she said. "Lei me go!" She struggled feebly to escape, 
knowing, however, that this was somehow what she had come for. Then his 
mouth was on hers, his lips bruising against hers in a sweltering 
unrelenting kisf^ his tongue, wet and hard, pressing against her teeth, 
forcing entry, coupling lewdly with her own mutinous tongue. Diane was 
fighting for breath just as suddenly as she had begun her feeble struggle, 
she ceased to try to escape from the older man's illicit embrace. 

All fight went from her body, and as her fear diminished, she realized that 
she was beginning to enjoy being grasped roughly in her husband's 
step-father's arms, to enjoy his hard grinding kiss on her tender lips. His 
tongue swirled around in her velvety mouth, and he was crushing her breasts 
against his chest and Diane could feel the hem of her tight, short dress 
riding up on her hips. She gasped as she felt Bill's knee pry apart her 
thighs, and then she moaned involuntarily as she felt the bony kneecap rub 
unremmittingly against the burning zone of her vagina. His practised caress 
awoke the sparks that had kindled in her sensitive pussy earlier that 
morning and she found herself grinding her throbbingly warm flesh against 
the hardness of his knee. It seemed to her as if the kiss lasted an 
eternity, and then, as abruptly as he had begun, Bill stopped. 

Bill smiled to himself as he stared for a moment at the impassioned woman he 
now held at arm's length away from him. He let his eyes roam over her from 
her long legs, upwards to her flared hips, small waist, and the lush swell 
of her firm, round breasts. His prick gave an excited spasm. His mouth was 
on fire from the passion of their kiss, and it was all he could do to 
restrain himself from throwing her on the bed and pouncing on her and 
fucking her right there and then. But he had other plans for this hot little 
number. He had known right away what was on her mind when he had seen her 
standing in the middle of his deserted bedroom, barely covered in that scrap 
of a dress, her face painted like some corner whore. She wants cock, that's 
what she wants, even if she's fighting it, and her dear old in-law is just 
the one who's going to give it to her! 

Diane stood there panting, hardly daring to move. She felt helpless. His 
kiss had overwhelmed her and although she knew she should run, she just 
couldn't. She quivered as she felt his hands on her, feeling, squeezing, 
caressing, running down "the length of her body, sending coarse shivers of 
pleasure rippling down through her awakening flesh. She sucked in ier breath 
as she felt the roughness of his palm on her naked thigh, felt it slither up 
the smooth creamy skin; realized that his fingers were urging at the soft 
flimsy material of her panties as his eyes held her eyes as if trying to 
mesmerize her. Her head was spinning, and she found her hips arching towards 
him, she felt her panties sliding down over her hips and thighs to her 
ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving them in a useless little heap 
on the floor. 

"Mmmmmmm ..." she sighed as she felt his thick fingers graze against the 
softness of her hotly palpitating pussy lips, felt their tips dip against 
the growing moistness of her velvet soft, curl-fringed folds. She felt 
Bill's hot breath as he peered down at her, and then he plunged his middle 
finger into the wet, viscous hole of her already hotly trembling cunt. She 
jackknifed against him, her legs opening wider to him to allow his invading 
fingers deeper and easier access to the mounting furnace of her tight hot 
pussy. 

His fingers grovelled around in the slippery channel of her cunt, teased the 
hardened little titty of her blood filled clitoris, searched and probed 
among the secret wet crevices and creases of her nubile young vagma. Her 
entire body felt aflame and she was lost in lust, oblivious of the fact of 
how lewdly she stood there, her legs awkwardly apart to allow Bill's hands 
greater access to her openly spread young pussy lips. But this was what she 
wanted, to feel two male hands on her body, to feel the rising heat in every 
pore of her flesh which signalled the coming of the climax for which her 
starved body craved. She didn't really care whose hands were manipulating 
her crotch, whose fingers were swirling around up inside her buttery-soft 
cuntal walls. She didn't care what happened! All she wanted was the joyous 
ecstasy of being fucked to a wildly moaning cumming, and oh, God was she 
going to get it! 

Bill couldn't help smirking down at the twitching, writhing body standing 
like a puppet in his arms. God, the high and mighty little bitch is really 
getting hot. She's really ready for it now! Let's see what she thinks of the 
surprise her old father-in-law has for her now. . . . 

He withdrew his fingers from the excitedly pulsating lips of her pussy and 
he heard her gasp with disappointment. 

"Oh, please, don't stop now . . . I'm nearly there ..." the passion-wracked 
woman sighed piteously. 

"Come on," he said, leading her towards the darkroom. "There's some-thing I 
want you to see!" 

Diane, in the throes of her thwarted orgasm, let Bill lead her by the arm 
into the dark closet of a room from which he had emerged. She felt close to 
tears from her so nearly achieved climax. Oh, if only he hadn't stopped. 

And then, in the darkened room, lit only by a dim yellow light, he started 
again! Only this time, it felt as if he had knelt down at her feet and was 
licking her with his tongue, warm and curling, slavering along the quivering 
folds of her passion-inflated pussy, sending eddies of new pleasure drifting 
through her. She felt a momentary stab of horror at the thought of a tongue 
licking so intimately up between her open legs, but it was lost in the wave 
of pleasure which engulfed and eagerly she thrust her pelvis towards the 
source of the pleasure, grinding her naked young asscheeks in crude tempo 
with the frantic licking of the demonic tongue. 

"Oh God, Bill, it feels so good, so good," she sighed, unable to control the 
spasms of ecstasy convulsing her. She had to have more of it, she had to 
have that tongue deeper inside her, had to feel it in every tiny nerve end 
of her excitedly flooding pussy ... if only she could lie down and spread 
her legs wide, if only he hadn't brought her into this tiny closet. She 
opened her eyes and looked around her for someplace to sit, or someplace to 
lean her swooning body, while her hands reached down to force Bill's face 
further and harder against the burning fulcrum of her body, when her eyes 
fell upon some photographs which were being developed in a tray. 

"Oh God Noooooo ..." her scream shattered the silence of the darkroom and 
reverberated throughout the tiny, closed-in room. Realization dawned upon 
Diane, followed by an immediate faintness in the lust-demented young girls' 
mind. She was suffocating with shock when she realized that the woman in the 
picture was experiencing the same thing she was feeling, sexual ecstasy 
induced by the tongue of the male . . . only the woman in the picture was 
Roger's mother! And the tongue belonged not to the man, but a bull calf! 

Bill knew that his plan had worked. He derived a perverse thrill from 
knowing that while he crouched between his daughter-in-law's proud legs and 
felt the shivers of ecstasy he was creating, she was looking at those 
unbelievably depraved and sensual photographs of his late wife and their 
uniquely trained bull. 

"For God's sake, Bill, please stop . . . please . . . let me go," the 
desperate young woman wailed, but even as she did so, new spasms of 
unbelievable sensation were twisting her into incredible knots of sensual 
fervour! She couldn't help it! It was too late for the shock and surprise in 
her mind to register with the rebellion in her body! She knew she should run 
away right now, should find her husband and tell him the truth, tell him 
about his mother, and what she really had been doing in that pen with that 
bull, the bull who had accidently killed her. Well, now the mystery was 
solved for Diane, and she knew with all her heart that she must escape from 
the clutches of these perverted people . . . .but it was too late! 

"Oooohhh, keep sucking . . . !!!!!" 

Her hands dashed down again and entangled themselves in her hungrily licking 
father-in-law's grey hair, pressing his nose and swirling tongue further 
into the setly tanked curls of her feverishly throbbing pussy. She felt his 
nose press against the lust-maddened little nipple of her clitoris, felt his 
shoulders against her sensitive inner thighs, and all the while, she could 
not take her eyes off the photographs swimming in developing solution before 
her, the lewd picture of Roger's mother having her openly splayed cunt 
licked by a bull . . . and oh, God, she was loving the whole thing . . . and 
she was going to cummmm . . 

"AAAAAHHHHH ... Oh my God, I'm there . . . Oh! I'm cummiinnnggggg!" Her 
shrieks rang out and desperately she ground her pussy down against the face 
of her father-in-law, her thighs closing around his head like scissors, his 
tongue seeming to be the only thing holding her up. Wave after hot flushing 
wave of tremendous pleasure washed over her, bringing her back again and 
again to the shore of calmness, only to toss her once more in a raging sea 
of her unleashed desire. 

Finally, the cumming was over, and Bill stood up, his own prick a hardened 
lump of lust-inflated flesh. His teeth bared in a hungry grin as he took the 
panting young woman in his arms and pressed his body into hers. 

"Are you ready for me now, babe?" he rasped. 

"Get away from me!" Diane scream-ed with vitriolic suddenness, her hands 
reaching up for Bill's face. He tried to slip to one side, but her nails 
caught his cheeks, raking it savagely, leaving four red weals of crimson 
blood in their wake. 

"You little bitch!" Bill spat. "Now, I'm really afraid you're in for it . . 
. ." 

But fear made Diane agile, and she leaped past him, heedless of any other 
thing but to escape this lewd monster who had subjected her . . . and his 
wife ... to such a debasing ordeal. 

But Bill, too was quick, and before she was able to get out the door, he 
grabbed her viciously over her wrist. 

"Oh, let me go, let me go ... " she sobbed hopelessly. "Leave me alone . . . 
" she tried to struggle, but it was useless. Bill was much the stronger of 
the two and he pinned her cruelly against the doorjam. 

"And now, my haughty beauty, "he snarled, "You'll have to make up for this," 
his hand pointing towards his painful scratches. Take your filthy hands off 
me!" she screamed, revulsion shudder-ing through her. 

"AUNUUNNRGGHHH!" she screamed suddenly as she felt the full weight of his 
open palm against her face. Tears sprung to her eyes and cascaded down her 
face, stinging her smarting cheek. 

"I . . . I'm sorry Bill," she sobbed desperately, "Please let me go." 

"Not yet, dear girl, I'm not done with you yet." - "No, please, I can't take 
any more ..." 

Bill's only answer was to wrench her dress high and run his hands down 
the-smoothly quivering curve of her hips. She trembled under his rough touch 
and tried to cringe away, her softly rounded buttocks squashing flatly back 
against the surface of the doorjam. Terrified, she heard the whirr of his 
zipper and then she heard Bill grunt. 

"Look what I've got for you, dear!'' he grinned and involuntarily, Diane's 
eyes dropped. In the semi-darkness, she could just make out the herculean 
erection of his bulging prick, and she couldn't suppress a gasp. 

"Like it, eh?" he said, pressing closer, and then, Diane felt the slightly 
moisened head rub against her thigh, hard and rubbery, and relentless. Oh 
God help me . . . she sobbed inwardly, shrinking helplessly against the 
doorway. 

She felt his hot breath coating her face and then his knee was forcing 
itself between her clamped-together thighs, prying them apart. She tried to 
hold them together, but couldn't. She moaned aloud as she felt the hard 
rubbery head of his bulbous cock jut against her quivering vaginal flesh, 
still moist and tingling from her so recent ecstatic release. Lewdly, he 
teased the tip around the fleshy, blood-swollen outer lips, nudging her 
tender membrane unbearingly, parting the softly curling pubic hair and 
guiding the monstrous erection inexorably towards the small, trembling 
opening to her quaking body. 

Bill held his aching prick poised against her sensitive little cunt-hole, 
his eyes bulging at the sight of the frightened, shaking woman in his power. 
He loved the feeling of mastery which he had, the knowledge that he held in 
his hand the instrument which would, he was sure, subjugate her completely 
to his will. 

He lurched forward, pressing himself into her, and Diane's hips thrashed 
wildly, trying to dislodge the huge, hardened rod of driving male flesh 
which had succeeded in penetrating her, the hard lipped head lodged just up 
inside the softness of her wide-stretched little pussy mouth. The pain of 
his sudden, splitting entrance blinded her and her buttocks were sore and 
raw from being forced back against the hard edges of the doorjam. Desperate, 
she grasped the strong shoulders of the older man and tried to force him 
back, but it was No use to try. 

"UGGGHHHHHhhhnnn Diane sobbed again under the force of another thick inch 
being sunk up inside her elastically yielding young cunt walls. Bill was 
beside himself with self-congratulation as he listened to his half-impaled 
young daughter-in-law's pleading cries and, encouraged by her groans, 
continued to press forward into the tender, widely stretching walls of her 
naked pussy. 

"OOooooo!" Diane wailed again as with a last inward lunge, he succeeded in 
sinking every widely-expanded inch of his pounding prick in her wetly 
clasping, glove-like interior. 

He left his mammoth cock imbedded there for a moment the smooth rubbery tip 
prodding against the soft-yielding mem-brane of her cervix, and then began 
to withdraw it, looking down gleefully at the tendrils of soft pink skin and 
moistened pubic hairs which clung to the hardened pole. Then he fucked 
gleefully forward again impaling the young woman as completely as before, 
feeling the contract-ing interior of her vaginal wall throb softly around 
his hotly palpitating prick. 

He began to fuck in and out of her, trying to establish a rhythm, each 
forward thrust lifting the horrified girl almost off her feet, crushing her 
tender ass-cheeks mercilessly against the edges of the doorway, his balls 
slapping like a wet towel against her moistened inner thighs. 

Diane felt mortified beyond imagi-nation. Never had she felt so used in her 
whole life, not even when her husband had assaulted her anally. Yet, she was 
fully aware that she had willingly come in here, and had submitted to his 
fingering, being aroused to the point where she no longer had the will to 
fight, even when she'd seen the depraved pictures of the bull and Roger's 
mother. She had actually cum while looking at the horrid photographs! And 
now, she was being fucked, yes, fucked, like some two-bit whore, stood up 
against a wall, her dress bunched lewdly around her hips, while this 
demented, perverted man, her husband's step-father, was pumping like a jack 
hammer into her helpless cock-filled cunt. God, she couldn't bear it! 

"Hump back, baby. Put some life into that hot little pussy!" Bill panted as 
he swung his pelvis rhythmically, crashing into her like some giant 
pendulum, "move that pussy of yours you little bitch ..." 

Diane was revulsed by his crude words. Her body seemed to have become immune 
to his course assault, and she no longer cared what happened to her. She was 
lost, lost!Roger didn't care "what happened to her, and now his step-father 
was using her as a receptacle for his own debased desire. 

As the impassioned rapist continued to fuck into her, Diane again began to 
feel the stirrings of change deep within her. At first, she couldn't believe 
it was happening, but then, after awhile, it was undeniable. Needle points 
of lewdly kindled pleasure were beginning to pinch her, sending little 
ripples of delight coursing through her. She was beginning to enjoy it! Her 
rational mind was aghast at the lewd rebellion in her body, and she tried to 
quell it, but it was no use. Her body was reacting in an age-old way, over 
which she had no control. She was a woman, and her womanly flesh was 
responding to a man's lustfully driving cock inside her, the way it had from 
the beginning of time. Her body and con-sequently her reactions were out of 
her control! 

She began to mewl with pleasure through tightly clenched teeth, unwilling to 
let her adversary know of his victory, but he had already sensed her 
submission and was jubilant. 

Her body was more yielding, fighting less and less against his fucking 
affair, until finally it was swaying in pagan rhythm with his own fucking, 
her hips grinding forward to welcome his massive cock deeply up inside her 
belly, her softly quivering buttocks pressing hard back against the wall, to 
draw out the pleasure of his slow teasing withdrawals. Oh, Christ, he 
thought dazedly. This is better than I thought it would be .... the hot 
little bitch really knows how to fuck .... she's a natural . . . 

Diane was moaning now with the intensity of her desire. Every particle of 
her body was crying out for satiation, and her pores seemed to open in 
welcome to the force of Bill's feverish screwing. Every nerve ending was 
trembling with passion and the ache in her loins grew with each long, clean 
stroke of the man's gigantically throbbing cock. She felt aroused as she 
never had before. Roger had never been able to awaken her to this degree, 
and she thought that she must forever forget true sexual arousal as she felt 
sure it would be. But this older man by the very lewdness of his actions, 
had unlocked the key to her responses and was illiciting unknown reactions 
in her. She was desperate for release yet she hoped the wonderful sensations 
inside her would never cease. 

"MMmmmmmm .... Bill, oh it's so nice, soo nice ..." she gasped, her hands 
shooting down and clasping his hips, pulling him closer to her. She felt she 
couldn't get enough of him and her pussy was sucking desperately at his cock 
in an attempt to engulf more and more of his delicious penis up inside it. 

Bill was perspiring, his slender frame hot and cold in turn as he fucked 
wildly into his hungrily squirming young daughter-in-law. He knew that he 
couldn't hold out any longer, and he wanted to because this was definitely 
the best fuck of his life. He wanted to make it last but . . . 

"Oh God, girl, grind that hot little ass of your . . . I'm . . . going . . 
to CCUUMMMIAAAAHHHHHHH . . . !" 

Bill was gyrating like a whiplash, his pelvis crashing and battering Diane 
with renewed strength as he felt the rumble of his hot boiling sperm deep up 
inside the sanctuary of his balls and then he felt the headlong rush of the 
formenting seed as it gushed along inside his bulging prick and rushed out 
in a frothy waterfall into the desperately sucking cavern of Diane's wildly 
writhing cunt. From the deep daze of his cumming, he heard Diane cry out in 
an agonized, delighted tone. 

"UUUuuummmmmm . . .I'm cumming! I'm cumming . . . I'm . . . AAAGGGHHHHH!" 
Her body too was tossing like a gyroscope, a bottle adrift at sea, the only 
lifeline being the relentless hardness of her father-in-law's deeply fucking 
cock which continued for a seeming eternity, to shoot out its incredible 
spurts of creamy hotness into her hungrily contracting pussy. 

She continued to moan as the rising tide of her orgasm swept over her like a 
tidal wave and finally engulfed her, only it wasn't fearsome as she 
supposed, only sweet and heavenly and gentle, bobbing her along on its crest 
like a complacent gull, and she was riding the beautiful whitesurf, pleased 
and relaxed in her newfound proficiency, forgetting the reality of being 
fucked this way, fully dressed and against the edge of a doorway, which if 
she had stopped to think about it, lead out of the darkroom and into the 
bedroom of her own father-in-law, her husband's stepfather and her husband, 
who as far as she knew, was right now sleeping just on the other side of one 
thin wall while she was getting her tits fucked off iust a few feet away!!! 

 Chapter Six 

Diane was grateful when she got back to her own room to find Roger gone. Her 
dress was wrinkled, her hair was a mess, and if he saw her, it would leave 
no doubt in his mind that she had just been fucked . . . and fucked wild. 
She was amazed, as it was, that he hadn't heard her ecstatic orgasmic cries 
and come running, and she was grateful that he hadn't. 

She might not have felt so happy and carefree as she stepped into the shower 
for the second time that day, if she had known where Roger was. Furious when 
he had awakened, he went downstairs in search of Charlene. 

He found her in her room off the kitchen, reclining on her bed, wearing only 
a scant, sheer robe and high heeled slippers. She was concentrating on 
apply-ing red nail polish to her long, slim fingernails, stopping 
occasionally to sip from a highball. 

"Hi!" she said, looking up when she saw Roger standing in the doorway of her 
room. "I've been hoping you'd drop by." 

"Oh really?" he said, stalking into the room and towering over her bed 
menacing-ly. "You've been waiting for me? Or are you sure it isn't old 
stepfather Bill you've been waiting for?" 

"Bill?" she said, blinking her long false lashes at him. "What do you mean 
by that?" 

"Now wait a minute!" he snapped. "Don't give me any of that innocent crap! I 
know all about you and Bill. You better admit it!" 

Jesus, Charlene thought to herself. He's really mad. I should have told the 
poor boy - I didn't realize he was such a jealous, innocent babe. I figured 
any son of Roger's mother had to be like her. 

"Hey!" she said aloud. "Don't!" 

Roger had snatched the nail polish out of her hand and grabbed her wrist. 

"Cut it out, Roger! You're going to mess up my nails!" she cried, struggling 
to escape his overpowering grip. "Let me go, Roger!" she said, trying to 
make her voice authoritative. But it only made anger stir in Roger's taut 
body. He was furious with himself, furious for falling for the redhead as 
hard as he had, and furious for taking his own mistake out on his wife. It 
was Charlene that should be punished, and now he was going to do it. 

"All this time," he hissed, "and in my mother's own house . . . you and Bill 
carrying on behind my poor mother's back . . . and taking pictures of 
yourselves . . . God, you're really too much," he sneered, hot rage boiling 
inside him. 

"Roger, cool down. Let me explain!" She was beginning to be frightened and 
tremulous. In the state he was in, should she tell him the truth? What would 
he do if she revealed to him that Roger's mother not only knew about her and 
Bill, but it was Roger's mother herself who had taken the photographs! 

"I'm not interested in any of your explanations. You don't need to explain 
what you are. It sticks out all over you. You're nothing but a two-bit 
whore," he snapped. "And I'm going to treat you like one. I'll get another 
taste of that hot little cunt of yours whether you want me to or not." 

Charlene shivered at the change in Roger's voice. It seemed cruder, more 
ominous. All the gentleness of the handsome young man's manner was gone, and 
now he was pure rage and lust. Usually so cool and in control, she wondered 
if she could handle this situation. He was out of control. He was mad. 

Suddenly, his mouth bore down on hers, he was pushing her back against the 
pillows on her bed and kissing her in a hard, bruising oral embrace which 
was smearing her lipstick and trapping her breath. Everything vanished from 
her mind, fled from the overwhelming power of his kiss and she saw that she 
had no choice but to let him have his way with her, take out his rage on 
her, and hopefully then she could explain things to him. Her arms reached up 
and encircled his neck while her lips strained against his, clinging 
desperate-ly to them. 

Her nipples stiffened under the thin robe, jutting against his chest, and 
his hands slipped down and ran expertly over her back, her hips, her thighs. 
Her lips parted to admit his swirling tongue into her hot orifice, and she 
quivered under the force of the passion he was beginning to arouse in her. 
She felt resistance fall away from her body, and she laughed to herself that 
she'd repair her nail polish later. She was beging to think that he wasn't 
around to give her a bad time, after all. 

His hands were fumbling at the tie to her robe, insinuating themselves 
inside it to touch the eager orbs of her throbbing breasts . . . her nipples 
suddenly burgeon-ing hungrily into his palms. Her eyes dropped involuntarily 
to the growing bulge between his legs. She could almost see the protuberance 
of his pulsating organ growing before her eyes, and a stab of longing 
coursed through her. Her eyes drank in the sight of his broad, strong 
shoulders, his firm, sensual torso, his cruel exciting lips . . . and then 
dropped again to the fleshy promontory between his thighs. Her body began to 
ache with sudden intensity for this younger man. Every nerve-ending seemed 
to tremble with suppressed desire. Oh, how she wanted this virile young man, 
wanted him, just like he wanted her! 

Roger was mesmerized by the enticing sight of her half-naked body, its 
shimmer-ing whiteness like fine marble against the satin sheen of her 
bedspread, the sheer black gauze of her robe. His prick was pulsating 
fervently against his leg, brand-ing his flesh with its hot passion. He 
exulted in his victory over her, her obvious desire for him. So what if 
she's a slut, he thought angrily, she's one hot little bitch! The details of 
the photographs he'd seen of her and Bill flashed through Roger's mind, and 
far from turning him off he felt a new surge of lust by the sight that of 
that same woman in the photographs now mewling with desire beneath him. 

Charlene sighed as she felt his mouth close over the crest of one trembling 
upright breast, his soft firm lips enveloping the tender throbbing flesh of 
her turgid nipple. She became vibrantly alive under his touch, excited and 
aroused as she felt the nearness of his heated masculine body. She could 
feel the bloated strength ofhis still-encased presence as it pulsed against 
her thigh and her loins and began a tentative churning in time to the 
internal palpitations that were caressing her desire-ridden flesh. His mouth 
was trailing down her body licking and kissing her warm pliant flesh, 
glorying in her naked offering to him. His eyes fell lustily over the fiery 
red fleece of her slightly raised pubic mound and he felt an impatient 
tremor spasm through him. Christ . . . she was so good ... so good . . . 
what difference did it make if she had been with Bill . . . what difference 
did it make who she had been with? She was with him now . , . she was his 
for the taking . . . and that was all that mattered! His hand reached down 
to the fly of his pants . . . 

Charlene's eyes jumped to the huge, fleshy rod of the young man's cock as it 
eased out of the confines of his pants. The excitedly hardened head gleamed 
a bluish-purple and the lengthy red base seemed to pulse with hot, angry 
blood. She felt a quiver of anticipatory fear mingled with masochistic 
pleasure as she continued to stare mesmerized at the lewd instrument which 
Roger was obscenely encouraging to even greater proportions with crude 
caresses of his powerful hands. Uncons-ciously, she spread her legs a little 
wider, arching her pussy up in a primitive invitation to his waiting cock. 

Christ, the fucking little bitch really wants it, Roger thought viciously, 
his prick throbbing, his gaze riveted on the entrancing sight of Charlene's 
flexed pussy mound which barely concealed an enticing gleam of moist pink 
flesh between the swollen fleshy outer vaginal lips. He could see the red, 
lust-angered knob of her clitoris nestling beneath the crown of red 
resilient curls, and a faint pulsing drew his hypnotized gaze to the small 
clasping hole of her cuntal mouth. 

"Oh, Christ, Charlie," he rasped hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you now." 

Charlene's blood quickened on hear-ing his lewd, lust-inflamed words, and 
her own yearning magnified on realizing the extent of his animalistic 
passion. She felt him settle between the insides of her widespread, 
welcoming thighs, felt the nudge of his rubbery hard pole against her 
sensitive inner skin, felt the first jarring contact of his rigid 
impermeable shaft against the delicate folds of her waiting cunt. 

Roger slowly guided the solid rod of flesh towards the small, star-shaped 
cuntal mouth, and poised it there for a moment, the knobby distended head 
pressing lightly against the fragile membrane. Then he rammed forward with 
all his might, and sunk his petrified weapon with a single lurch into the 
depths of the flabbergasted woman, "Oh, no . . . not so hard . . . please!" 
the inexperienced young woman wailed. "It's too big! It hurts!" she sobbed, 
feeling her interior vaginal walls stretch with painful intensity from the 
huge mass of granite-hard flesh embedded inside her. 

Roger's stepfather Bill stood at the entrance to Charlene's room staring 
dumb-founded at the spectacle of the skewered woman, his eyes welded on the 
sunken shaft barely protruding from Darlene's ovally stretched vaginal hole. 

Roger continued to plow forward, his massive prick tunnelling effortlessly 
through her widening channel until the huge head came to rest at the mouth 
of her cervix. His hands dipped down and grasped at the fleshy spheres of 
her satiny buttocks, revelling in their resilient softness, and then pulled 
her crotch even further down on his sunken cock, swivelling her pelvis 
around on his hardened shaft, grazing the sensitive entrance to her womb 
against his rock hard penis. Charlene drew in her breath at the novel 
sensation, dizzy from the feeling soaring through her, and then her busy 
interior muscles began to contract and squeeze on the entrapped masculinity 
within her, wringing gasps of unexpected pleasure from Roger. 

He began to fuck in and out of her with long, practiced strokes, sinking his 
driving prick to the hilt in her willing cavern, withdrawing it almost 
entirely of her now warmly contracting pussy , matching thrust for thrust as 
they bucked and slapped against each other, their win pubic hairs brushing 
together and entwin-ing. Charlene's hair flung out around her face as she 
tossed her head from side to side and tiny mewls of ecstatic pleasure forced 
themselves from between her grinding teeth. 

Roger was arousing her and her body was responding with a hedonistic answer 
of its own. It was heavenly, writhing about in pagan delight under the 
passion-demented body of a man, a man who was depraved with desire for her! 
She loved to use her power like this, her power to arouse a man to such a 
fever pitch. She knew that her body had incensed him like this, enflamed him 
with uncontrollable lust. Her flesh tingled with the wanton abandon of it 
all, being fucked, and fucking back for all she was worth. 

At the door, Bill stood watching, feeling that he was about to explode, so 
intense was the ache in his balls and the urgent call in his cock. His 
surprise at finding Charlene and Roger coupled this lewd way on the bed 
became excitement as he continued to watch his mistress going crazy from the 
fucking the stepson was giving Charlene. The lewd sight excited the older 
man unnaturally; his fury with Roger for horning in on his territory was 
giving way to out and out jealousy as he observed the other man's pumping 
body, his ecstatic look of pleasure that coated his face, the willing, 
responsive body of Charlene loving a younger man. It was all too much for 
him ... he couldn't take it any longer, despite his recent fucking of 
Roger's wife. 

Charlene was riding the waves of an indescribable joy. Her body was 
complete-ly in tune with Roger's; they were as one, sliding and twisting and 
rocking together on the star-studded way to the acme of their desires. Her 
body was reaching, striving to achieve the unrebukable climax which was 
building up in her, and which wouldn't be long in coming. 

From the back of her mind, Charlene heard a sound which turned her blood to 
ice. Someone was coming into the room. It could be Roger's wife ... or, it 
could be Bill. She didn't know how Bill would react to the scene. He was big 
on sexual freedom his. Two women and one man suited him fine. But she didn't 
know how he'd react to two men and one woman. 

Terror flooded through her, paralyz-ing her responses momentarily, because 
there was also the problem of how Roger would react to Bill's presence. The 
icy fingers of fear clutched grotesquely at her heart. She turned her head 
slightly and could just see through a chink in the tangle of her and Roger's 
bodies, the lower torso of a naked man! 

Her eyes widened at the sight of the large obese penis which jutted out 
obscenely from its base, and there was something familiar about it. The 
torso was coming towards her, the elongated shaft bobbing obscenely. Her 
throat was arid and she wanted to jump up and flee from what was potentially 
a bad scene. Being in the middle of a rivalry between the two men was not 
what she had intended at all. She had only wanted to have a little fun. 

She squirmed away. There was a struggle as Roger grabbed at her wrists and 
ankles, and in those confused moments, she thought, he must have learned 
that he was not alone in the room with her. But Charlene could not really 
tell what was happening, all she knew was that hands were all over her, that 
she was being wrenched and pulled and finally was turned over so that her 
buttocks were in the air, the trim smooth ovals of her ass-cheeks being 
spread apart. And she heard a man's excited gasp as the dark little ring of 
her anus came into view. And then she sobbed aloud as she felt the hard, 
stubby head of a dancing prick come into direct contact with the tight 
little hole. 

She could feel another prick fucking into her vaginal hole, impaling her, a 
tireless cock still slicing ceaselessly in and out of her. What was 
happening? What was going on? She had expected the two men to fight, not 
join forces to assist each other in her dual ravishment. She was suddenly 
terrified! 

Behind her, the sight of Charlene's round trim buttocks jerking backward 
enticingly under Roger's frontal thrust egged Bill on to a new plateau of 
desire and with an excited grunt, he pressed his thick forefinger against 
the crinkled little sphincter, worming it into the tightly resisting little 
passage until he had intruded as far as the first knuckle. 

"Nnnngggghhhhhhh ..." Charlene groaned as she felt the maddening pain begin 
in her back passage and she began to struggle wildly, twisting her ass 
around in wild staccato attempts to dislodge his firmly embedded finger. Her 
feverish flailing seemed to incite Roger to boiling point as he continued to 
fuck heedlessly into her ravished vagina. 

"That's it . . . move that ass ... " he groaned, seemingly oblivious to the 
older man's intrusion. Bill was rotating his finger around inside the tight 
little rectum, sinking it deeper inside her until he suddenly pulled it out 
abruptly with a loud plop which gave Charlene a momentary feeling of relief. 

But it was shortlived, as she felt again the hard, excruciating pressure of 
Bill's rock-hard prick head against the cringing little anal mouth, and as 
he continued to jab and pressure the tiny hole, paralyzing realization of 
what was going to happen washed over her with tumultuous force. 

"Oh God, please don't, Bill ..." she shrieked at the same time as he lunged 
forward in a snarling, brutal surge, and forced the vainly resisting muscle 
to yield under his greater strength. 

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh . . . No! No! Please stop!" she sobbed as she felt the 
splitting pain of his brutal anal entry. 

"Please stop, Bill . . . Please! she continued to wail as he began to inch 
forward, forcing open the tender internal membrane with his merciless 
onslaught. 

"Oh God, it hurts! It hurts too much!" the demented woman implored her 
lover, but to no avail. By dint of pure strength, Bill managed to slide 
forward until the full length of his lust-driven cock was embedded in her 
back passage. Her whole backside was a sheet of raw fiery pain which pushed 
unmercifully up the length of her spinal column, culminating in a shattering 
pain in her brain, which was actually the force of the knowledge of utter 
degradation the two men were subjecting her to. She was like a helpless 
chattel between the two of them, she who had always felt so powerful, a 
mindless being now, existing only for their pleasure as they double-fucked 
her, one in front and one in back and filled the air with their animalistic 
groans of pleasure. 

Bill began to screw slowly in and out of her throbbing rectum, and she 
shameful-ly remembered Roger's wife and hoped she was nowhere around 
witnessing her debasement. But now, slowly but surely, the soft rubbery 
walls of her back passage were beginning to widen, thus mercifully lessening 
the incredible pain. When the agony had finally cleared, Charlene was not 
sorry it did. She was beginning to enjoy it, enjoy the new and lewd anal 
screwing her lover was giving her while Roger continued to fuck her in 
front. She lay panting and sandwiched between the two sweating male bodies, 
riding a rising tide of pleasure. 

"Oooooohhhh ..." a low-pitched wail of animal-like pleasure rang out . . . 
she couldn't resist the primordial call of her body any longer. She liked 
it, liking being buffeted like a scrap of paper in the wind, mercilessly 
battered between the two heaving bodies. Masochistic ripples of pleasure 
eddied along her spine as she began to revel in her complete subjugation to 
the two men. She began to glory in the power they had over her, not only 
physical power but their potency which invoked such responsive delight in 
her. They were like wild stallions, luring her, the domestic mare, out to 
the bitter-sweet freedom of the plains, and she had responded, throwing 
aside decorum for the excruciat-ing sweet agony of a completely freed 
libido. 

"Mmmmm . . . ooohhhhhhhhhh it's good ..." she moaned, arching her back and 
flaring her buttocks to receive Bill's jack-hammer thrusts in back and then 
flicking forward to welcome Roger's pile-driver shaft in front. 

"Ooohhhh, that's it . . . oh, yes, hurt me! Fuck me harder!" her voice rang 
out, raucaus in its obscenities, and Charlene felt like she was in another 
world, piloted there by the unbelievable spasms of pleasure she was 
receiving in her dual passages, as the two hard, plunging pricks dove in 
unison and surfaced as one, leaving her breathless with excitement. It was 
incredible, being fucked like this by two men at once, far, far better than 
anything she had ever experienced before. She wanted it to go on forever! 

But her body had climbed to the topmost peak of sensual ecstasy, and there 
was nothing left for her but to tumble down into infinity. 

Her piercing wail rent the air, and then her body was spasming 
uncontrollably, slippery as an eel between the sandwich of human flesh. 

"Aaaaarrrrrnnnnggggggg! It's cumm-mming! Oh God, fuck it to me harder! 
Harder! Oh God, my pussy's cummmm-mmmingggg!!!" 

The two men were driven by the whiplash of her lust-hoarsened voice and they 
pounded against her, their driven cocks tormented beyond belief by the 
dynamic contractions of her pussy and rectum, until they, too, could hold 
out no longer. 

Their deep masculine voices sounded out, distorted with passion, as the 
floodgates of their lust were loosened, and ;he torrents of their bubbling 
white liquid scorched from the vats of their testicles along the pipes of 
their plunging pricks and poured with spasmodic ejaculations into the 
writhing, squirming twin passages, where they commingled in an effervescent 
pool of frothy male sperm in Charlene's womb. 

And while downstairs in Charlene's bedroom the trio slipped into a satisfied 
sea of tranquility, upstairs in the guestroom, Diane was relaxing 
unsuspectingly on the guest room bed, lost in fantasies of being fucked that 
morning by her father-in-law, planning further sexual adventures with her 
new lover for the future. She had slipped into a pleasant, dream-like state, 
and at one point didn't know if she had imagined, or if she really had 
heard, the sound of a human being in the throes of a mind-blowing, 
earth-shattering orgasm. 

 Chapter Seven 

Diane couldn't believe how smoothly her husband's father had arranged 
things. She hummed and sang while she got dressed to go into town. They had 
been sitting around the kitchen table after a late lunch - just Bill and 
Roger and her. Charlene didn't make an appearance. Bill said she wasn't 
feeling well. 

Bill had simply announced it. Since Roger and Charlene had to make the trip 
into town that morning, he and Diane would go in together this afternoon. 
The house needed supplies - wine, liquor, steak. And then - and here Diane 
had nearly fallen off her chair with surprise - he proposed that he would 
take her to this romantic bar he knew overlooking the water where they could 
watch the sunset, just the two of them. And he had reached across the table 
and covered her hand with his! 

"Don't you think it's about time we in-law's got acquainted?" he had said. 

She had carefully avoided Roger's gaze, but she imagined that he must be 
furious. Well, let him be furious, she told herself. Let him eat himself up 
with jealousy. After his wild fucking of her virginal young rectum that 
morning, she didn't care what he did . . . Although, of course, she did. She 
longed to be held in his arms, feel his body near hers in a loving embrace, 
share the sensations with her husband which her stepfather had so recently 
aroused in her. 

And yet, there was Bill ... an older, experienced, turned-on male ... her 
body still tingled from the incredible fucking she had received from Bill. 
He had awakened her sexual appetite to such a pitch that she even found 
herself wishing that it was Roger and Charlene who were vacating the house 
so that she and Bill could be alone together. 

Good Lord! she thought. What's gotten into me! I'm a married woman, and here 
I am having lewd fantasies about being fucked silly by my own father-in-law! 
It isn't right! It's wrong, and I know it! Oh, how can I be this way? 

While she was dressing, Roger came into the room and their eyes met in the 
mirror. Diane looked at him uneasily. But he looked away. He didn't even 
seem to really see her. He just picked up the sweater he had come after and 
left the room. Before she had a chance to say a word, he was gone. 

Diane stood stock-still. She didn't really know what she wanted to say to 
him, but she had not expected such a stony silence between them. He seemed 
totally indifferent about her comings and goings. He just didn't care! A 
nagging fear clutched at Diane's heart. Was her marriage with Roger really 
over? Had her short marriage to the man dissolved in front of her? Numbly, 
she tried to reassure herself. She knew in her heart that the intoxication 
of her newfound sensual freedom was a paltry return for the security she had 
taken for granted and which was in danger of toppling! Did Roger suspect 
what she had been doing? Anxiety gnawed at her like a dog at a bone. 

She finished dressing and applying her makeup, but she thought about her 
relationship with Roger for the rest of the day. Even as she and Bill drove 
away from the house together, she knew in her heart she really wanted to be 
with Roger. The hours seemed to crawl by, and while they drank their 
cocktails and laughed together at the plush downtown bar, Diane's uneasiness 
had not abated. She felt worse than ever with only herself to blame. For the 
first time, she began to realize the seriousness of her actions, and to 
wonder about their consequences. 

In the back of her mind, she had assumed that she and Roger would go back to 
their apartment in the city and resume their normal lives together. She had 
also assumed that Roger would not find out about what had taken place at her 
mother's house. But had she been wrong? Was Roger sick and tired of her, her 
bitchy, cold, demanding ways, her .ack of consideration for him? But I love 
him, I still do! her mind protested. She had to tell him, tell him now, ask 
for his forgiveness, get his reassurance that everything was all right. 

"You're a thousand miles away tonight," Bill said, interrupting her 
thoughts. 

Diane looked up at him, and suddenly a new thought came to her, a paralyzing 
fear that if she crossed Bill, he might tell Roger everything, brag about 
his easy conquest of her nakedly hungering young cunt. Well, she'd have to 
take that chance. All she knew was that she had to get back to Roger. 

"Let's go home! Let's go back to your place, Bill. Please! Right now!" She 
was relieved at Bill's easy acquiescence, una-ware that he was thinking that 
she wanted to be home and alone with him, Bill, not realizing that it was 
her husband's arms she was running for. 

When they got there, she quickly opened the car door and went running into 
the house. There was no one in the kitchen, or downstairs, so she ran 
lightly up the stairs and headed for the guest room. How she wanted to see 
him. It wasn't too late . . . it couldn't be . . . She reached the door of 
their room and was about to rush in when she froze. Her blood ran cold. She 
had to stifle a scream as her husband's voice wafted across to her. 

"Oooooohh Charlene, darling, you feel so good ..." 

God, what were they doing? She had to find out . . . 

Her blood racing, she pushed the door open as silently and slowly as she 
could until she could peer into the room. And then she saw him. Her eyes 
bulged as they focused on a blurred tangle of naked arms and legs. Roger, 
her husband and Charlene were sprawled, stark nude, on the bed, their bodies 
locked together in a tight, passionate embrace. 

Diane felt a blood-curdling scream rise in her throat and she had to cram 
her knuckles into her mouth to suppress it. The redhead's strong white hands 
were wrapped tightly around Roger's neck and as she glimpsed her husband's 
hungry wet tongue slipping into the shapely redhead's receptive mouth. Their 
twisting, writhing bodies lay only a few feet from Diane's horrified gaze, 
and she could see that Charlene's eyes were watching Roger as slowly he 
caressed her ripe, lush body. 

Diane watched, paralyzed with shock. Every nuance on their faces was 
distinct to her view. She stood there breathless, unable to turn her eyes 
away from the lewd display of flesh and passion. 

She watched as Roger's mouth tore away from the glistening fullness of 
Charlene's lips and began to trail hot, wet kisses down her vibrant 
swan-like neck, sucking ardently at the tender flesh, leaving a path of raw, 
red little patches in his wake. The redhead's hands were digging 
des-perately into his shoulders and from her gaping, half-open mouth, it was 
obvious that she was already deeply entangled in passionate sensual 
excitement. 

Diane was hypnotized by the sight of the eager couple wallowing in unabashed 
lust. Her heart felt crushed by the sight of her husband's infidelity, but 
still she couldn't tear herself away from the incredible spectacle. She 
wanted to run in and separate the adulterous couple, yet she was immobilized 
by the scene. She had never in her life seen anything so mesmerizing, so 
compelling. It was strangely, perversely exciting, and every nerve, every 
sense in her body seemed sharpened to extraordinary intensity. 

Diane watched, her eyes bulging, as Charlene, her red hair flowing like 
fire, stretched free of the tangle of arms and legs and slowly spread her 
perfectly sculptured thighs, revealing the red-haired muff of her pubic 
triangle. Her arms hung languidly by her sides and her firm full breasts 
rose up and down with her frenzied breathing. Diane could see the nipples 
spring to attention, the dark pink buds jutting up erectly from the crinkled 
brown areolas. 

She gasped, stung with unbearable jealousy as Roger squeezed the ripe flesh, 
as he kissed first one, and then the other buttery globe. He rolled the 
thickening nipples between his thumb and forefinger, wringing little mewls 
of pleasure from Charlene. Then he raised his head and Diane could see the 
livid pink stretch of his tongue darting out as it flicked down the smooth 
soft plane of her lithe body, stopping to poke at the tight, deeply embedded 
little navel, licking it lovingly, as his hand continued to massage the 
smooth plane of her belly. 

Diane's dimming eyes were riveted on the tall, thin body of her husband as 
it hovered over the prostrate girl, and her eyes dropped to the huge fleshy 
pro-tuberance of his cock as it dangled out obscenely from the dark pubic 
thatch. It prodded lewdly at Charlene's parted thighs, and Diane could see 
the girl's hips churning in unmistakable invitation. 

"Oh darling, please fuck me now . . . I want to feel your beautiful hard 
cock inside me again ..." Charlene's passion-distorted voice pleaded. Her 
fingernails were digging into his muscular back and Diane winced at the 
girl's lascivious desire. 

She had said again! Then, this wasn't the first time! Diane couldn't believe 
it! And she couldn't believe what she was seeing, because Roger had never 
been so aroused, so lust-crazed with her as he now was as he hovered over 
the pleading girl. A new wave of jealousy swept over her - she had never 
been able to arouse him to that extent! 

Suddenly, he leaned forward and grasped Charlene's quivering legs and lifted 
them high up, till they dangled over his shoulders. He looked down at the 
lewd spectacle of her naked open vagina, lust gleaming in his eyes, and 
Diane herself could see the moist, pink furrow throbbing with excitement. 
She could see the eager clasping hole of her vagina, opening and closing, 
trying to suck in something to fill her desperate void. The outer lips were 
swollen with passion and the red bulbous tip of her clitoris quivered and 
pulsed through the soft pubic fuzz. 

Roger grasped his long, thick penis in his hand and guided it towards the 
enticing pink split, running the thick burgeoning head deftly along the 
moistened crevice, lubricating it in Charlene's already flowing vaginal 
juices, while she mewled piteously. 

"Oh, please Roger, do it to me now . . . please do it to me now . . . !" 

Her lewd words seemed to galvanize Roger into action, and he suddenly rammed 
forward and with an explosive groan, thrust the hard bulbous head into the 
tiny, hair-fringed hole between her legs. 

"Aaaahhhmmmmm ..." Charlene sighed, and Diane felt the first stirrings of 
anger on hearing the girl's sibilant moans of pleasure. Her lewd fascination 
with the incredible scene had suppressed any anger she might have felt, but 
now a slow burning resentment was seething inside the bewil-dered wife. It's 
just like I thought, she fumed inwardly, he was interested in that little 
slut right from the beginning! Her own deviance from the marital path was 
forgotten as rage simmered inside her as she watched her husband in his 
joyful rendezvous with the redhead. No wonder he didn't care what I did, and 
with whom . . . and to think I was rushing in to apologize to him, the lousy 
cheating bastard . . . 

She watched, rage boiling like a furnace within her as Roger continued to 
plow forward, sinking his elongated shaft all the way into Charlene's 
upraised pelvis. 

"Hhhhhggggghhhhhh . . . !" she moaned as Roger's desire-hardened cock 
reached the back of her womb,. and his hairy pendulous balls slammed hard 
against the soft silky cushions of her upturned buttocks. 

Diane craned her neck, eager suddenly not to miss a second of her husband's 
frenzied fucking of another woman. 

Her rage was receding again, and jealousy was once more taking its place . . 
envy, and a vicarious sort of excitement. There was something hypnotic about 
her husband's smooth, long in-strokes, and his short, sharp outstrokes which 
evoked a responsive rhythm in her own loins. Her initial state of shock was 
wearing off, and she felt horribly rejected, she was left out of the 
paradise which the two lovers were enjoying and she was overcome by a 
feeling of loneliness and rejection. The obscene magnetism of the violently 
fucking couple - her husband and his mistress - was drawing her into his 
lewd spell and she wanted to run and leave the scene of adultery, but she 
couldn't. 

She was caught in the web of the lurid act transpiring a few feet away, and 
she had to wait to the end, had to see all of this incredible copulation 
between her husband and the young girl. 

Suddenly, she froze in her bending forward position, her heart thumping with 
terror. Someone was behind her in the hallway! She wanted to turn around, 
scream, but she couldn't! She couldn't let Roger know that she'd seen him, 
that she'd been spying on him! Her flesh crawled as she felt hands behind 
her, strong, sure hands on her thighs, easing up her short flared skirt, 
caressing her naked skin. The hands were tugging on her flimsy white 
panties, peeling them down over her full rounded hips ... the fingers were 
probing at her now nakedly exposed vagina . . . oh God, she couldn't stand 
it! 

"Sssshhh, it's only me ... " 

Bill! She'd forgotten all about him! But why was he bothering her? Why 
wouldn't he just go away and leave her alone, let her witness her husband's 
infidelity . . . 

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Diane was unable to stop herself from moaning as she felt the 
searing, unexpected contact of Bill's mouth on her naked pussy! Oh god, she 
wished she hadn't had those few drinks in town! Her mind was spinning! Bill 
had ducked under her skirt and his face was buried between her thighs and 
she hadn't the strength, or the will, to stop him! 

What's happening, she thought des-perately! She had to stop him, stop his 
wildly teasing licking of her nakedly exposed pussy lips, had to pull away . 
. . 

"Oh, Roger, you know how to fuck mv hot little cunt . . . your cock feels So 
beautiful up inside my belly like that . . . Mmmmmmmm..." 

Diane's attention was once more crudely arrested by her rival's lust-en 
flamed sighs, and she felt her skin tingle from the girl's obscene words. 
Her eyes flew to the bucking, writhing bodies as they slapped wetly against 
each other wet with perspiration. 

Dimly, she realized that she was yielding to Bill's pressure on her thighs, 
easing them apart. In the daze of her confusion, she could hear him rasping 
lewd words at her. 

"I'm going to lick your pussy, suck it and bite that little clit of yours . 
. . make you cum while you watch your husband fuck that cute little friend 
of mine . . . !" His lewd incantation sent excited shivers coursing through 
her. Did he think she would allow him to touch her there just where that 
bull in the photograph had touched his wife! God, how could she have enjoyed 
such a thing . . . how could she be enjoying his licking of her nakedly 
spread cunt now? 

"No, Bill, no ... " she whispered feebly, terrified Roger would hear. But 
her pleas were lost in the slavering sound of his tongue as it swept and 
lapped against her hotly trembling cuntal split, brushed electrically 
against the hard button of her clitoris, prodded the soft velvety folds of 
her pussy. Against her will Diane felt the excitement, arousal, enjoyment, 
building inside her. She couldn't help it . . . the hired man's tongue felt 
good against her quivering cunt . . . His wet mouth con-tinued to stroke the 
full length of the moistened pink furrow, his taut voracious tongue inching 
its way deeper and deeper into her eager young pussy. Prickly shoots of 
pleasure stabbed up into Diane's belly, radiating a vivid halo of sexual 
excitement from her glowing womb as his crude, direct sensuality seemed to 
snap her whole being into lustful attention. 

She had to bite her lips to suppress the sighs of intense pleasure which 
were trying to force them into sound and she gripped the wooden top of the 
stall as she felt his tongue dip and tease the hot, fiery opening to her 
cuntal passage. 

Oh God, what's wrong with me, her mind questioned suddenly as her eyes 
focused again on the pagan bucking of the grunting couple in front of her. 
Their lewd scene had become part of her own blazing, uncontrollable lust, 
and her own obscene witnessing of her husband's adultery was as arousing as 
the burning, tingling touch of the man's tongue beneath her skirt. She had 
transverse an unfathomable boundary in the short time since she had worried 
and fretted in the bar while she tried to enjoy Bill's company. The last 
half-hour was a real milestone in her life, and she knew that she could not 
retrace her steps across that boundary. 

She was watching her husband fucking another woman while her own cunt was 
being sucked by another man, and her mode of life till then was a thing of 
the past. She knew, as she continued to gaze raptly at the panting, jerking 
figures of her husband and his mistress, that all her concepts on what life 
was all about were disintegrating . . . life, as she knew it, was 
disintegrating! The future was indescribable, but she had charted her own 
course, and she knew she would follow it, for better or worse . . . 

Involuntarily, Diane found her thighs closing around Bill's head, trapping 
his sweating face in the heat of her hungrily dripping pussy, his gray hair 
tickling her throbbing cuntal flesh. His tongue was like a dynamo, washing 
and slashing and slavering, teasing the throbbing knob of her clitoris, 
sucking the tendrils of her inner pussy lips, plunging stiffly Into the 
burning hot orifice of her vaginal sheath. Her hot steaming cunt walls 
enveloped his intruding organ as it plunged, contracting, twitching the 
engorged lips glistening from the dribbles of her secretions. 

Bill dug his practiced fingers into her madly thrashing ass-cheeks, his 
tongue working like a jackhammer, probing, searching, driving into the soft 
luscious folds, possessed of a mind of its own. 

Mindless, uncontrolled lust shook Diane and her upper body was pressed hard 
and roughly against the wall of the hallway and she ground her pelvis down 
on his imprisoned face. His tongue and lips and hands became a feverish 
stampede of lustful, frantic action, licking, biting, sucking as he 
grovelled greedily in her desperately writhing cunt, all striving in unison 
to uncap the earth-shaking eruption from her passion tormented body. Her 
hands tangled in his hair, smashing his blood-flushed face into the boiling 
cauld-ron of her pussy. Diane's mind was a wandering panorama of obscene 
pictures, in the forefront of which was the image of her husband and his 
mistress welded together in a carnal union of breathtaking passion. 

Diane's glazed eyes swung over to the steaming, twisting couple. They were 
careening into a flailing collision of lust-driven fury . . . now 
accelerating . . . now finally far beyond any human control as their passion 
finally crested . . . 

They were cumming! 

Their lewd, hoarse shrieks of release were shatteringly near, and then began 
to fade as Diane's brain slipped at last utterly away. She was dissolved in 
a screaming rocket of headlong desire as shudder after shudder convulsed 
her. She felt the power of her approaching climax building, expanding deep 
within her womb. 

And then, a tremendous hot flash drove through her. 

"Unnnnnnngggggg ..." she grunted out loud, her mind dissolving in the 
intense radiation of pure lust. She bucked forward, her pelvis engulfing 
Bill's exhausted, moist face. Another blinding wave of heat exploded within 
her, traveling with gather-ing speed up the thrashing length of her spine. 

Her head fell back, her mouth hung open. 

"Oh my God! Bill! Bill!!" she shrieked mindlessly, as another wave struck 
and another, until the mounting Shockwaves seemed to gather into a a 
continuous thunderclap, converging on her lewdly tumbling body. She opened 
her mouth again, screaming wildly, oblivious of everything but the 
insatiable monster of her lust. 

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh I'm . . . aaaarrrrgggghhhh ..." 

Her screams seemed to go on forever, echoing throughout the house rising and 
falling, dying and rising from the embers of her hoarseness again like a 
phoenix, the full throated release of her passion buoyantly hurling her 
about in the momentum of her orgasm like a matchstick bobbing in the wind of 
a hurricane. 

Blissful peacefulness was beginning to descend on her, wiping everything 
away but the glowing aftermath of her unbeliev-able release. 

Reality intruded with crude brutality as the hallway was suddenly flooded 
with light. The guestroom door swung open, and Roger, Diane's husband was 
standing there stark naked, glaring furiously at his wife. 

 Chapter Eight 

"Roger! Oh my God! Please, let me explain!" Diane blurted out, her eyes 
widened in guilt. 

"Yes, that's right, bitch. Explain. Go ahead. I'm waiting," her husband 
hissed back at her, his eyes traveling over the naked plane of her vagina, 
over her white nylon panties so casually discarded, over the kneeling figure 
of his stepfather. 

Shame and mortification flooded through Diane, crimsoning her downcast face. 
She was paralyzed with fear, too terrorized even to pull her skirt down over 
her still lewdly splayed thighs. What good would it do now? And what could 
she say to explain herself? She couldn't stand it any longer. She hid her 
face in her hands and started to sob helplessly, her body shaking with the 
force of her weeping. This was the end of everything! Roger had discovered 
her with Bill, had discovered that she was spying on him. Fresh sobs 
convulsed her as she thought of his rage, his fury. He'd leave her for sure 
now! 

Diane cowered piteously as Roger approached her, and she shielded her face 
with her arm, certain that she was going to strike her. He grabbed her 
roughly by the arm, and with the other hand, in one swift pull, he tore away 
her skirt, leaving her hips and thighs stark naked. And with a further 
exertion, he ripped the buttons of her blouse, tearing it from the 
shoulders, then tore the blouse away, leaving her totally naked. 

"Oh God, please don't, Roger, please ..." she sobbed. 

"Shut up, you little whore!" he snapped, his eyes blazing. 

Bill had risen to his feet and put a calming hand on Roger's arm. "My good 
man," he said in a calm voice. "There's no need for violence. We're all 
civilized people her, I'm sure we can ..." 

"Shut up!" Roger snapped, his voice cold and toneless with rage and hatred. 
"Shut up and do what I say. We're going to have a little party, you and I, 
and our little friend here is going to be the entertainment." His tight grip 
was cutting into the soft flesh of Diane's arm as he propelled her before 
him into the guest-room. "Come on, darling, we don't want to keep the rest 
of our audience waiting. I'm sure Charlene wouldn't want to miss this show." 

"Oh, Roger, no!" Diane sobbed, a new flood of embarrassment washing over 
her. Oh God, what punishment was he planning for her? Weren't things bad 
enough already? 

"All right, we can begin the show," Roger sneered, "and by Christ, the 
leading lady had better give a good performance," he added, flinging Diane 
down on the bed. Charlene got up and went to Roger's side. 

Diane lay prostrate, unable to feel anything, conscious only of a desire for 
the whole perverted thing to be over with. Then she could leave and she 
would never see these people again. 

"Okay, Bill, we're waiting for you! Get ready!" 

Bill obligingly began to undress, discarding his clothes until he, too, was 
stark naked, his prick hanging semi-erect, jutting out with growing interest 
from a tuft of wiry pubic hair. He'd do what the younger man asked as long 
as the violence wasn't directed at him. Hell, this is what he'd wanted 
anyway, and he was past the age of self-consciousness. He didn't care who 
watched what! 

Diane stared up at her husband in disbelief. Was he really expecting them to 
go through with this travesty? Had he gone insane? Incredulously, Diane saw 
Bill coming towards her. He couldn't, he wouldn't touch her in front of her 
husband! Surely, Roger would step for-ward at the last minute and stop him! 

"Okay, Bill," Roger's voice rang our. "Spread the lady's legs wide, real 
wide!" 

Diane shrank back onto the bed as Bill approached. Had everyone gone mad? 
She looked pleadingly from one to the other of her tormentors, but Roger and 
Bill would not meet her glance. Their eyes were concentrated on that spot 
between her legs, on her trembling breasts, her twisting legs, and Charlene 
. . . why, the redhead was calmly lighting a cigarette as if this were the 
most normal thing in the world to be taking place! 

Diane had to stifle a scream as Bill's hands rested on her ankles! 

"No, no!" she cried, trying to keep her legs together. But he was too strong 
for her, and slowly, he forced her thighs apart, revealing the deep pink 
cleft of her trembling pussy. Shame crept iike a smothering blanket over her 
as she felt the air rush in on her moist pussy. Oh God, I wish I were dead, 
her mind sobbed. 

"Well, look at that!" Roger sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "A nice 
juicy, cunt, all wet and ready! You do good work, Bill. Let's hope you can 
keep it up!" 

Diane wanted to put her hand down to cover her nakedness, but she was afraid 
of what Roger might do! She knew it would be fatal to cross him now. She 
could see that he was a little drunk, and in a mood she had never known him 
in before. 

"Now, bitch," her husband spat, "it's your turn! No sense in doing things in 
dark hallways and behind closed doors.' Let's see you lake that nice big 
cock that you're so fond of and make it nice, 'cause you don't want a limp 
prick in that cunt of yours, now do you?" 

Diane felt a retch of nausea cramp her stomach. She couldn't believe that 
this was the man she had married, her husband! 

"I'm waiting slut!" he snapped edging closer. "And I'm tired of waiting! 
I've been waiting all my life while other people have just been going ahead 
and taking what they wanted when and where. Well, the waiting's over!" 

Diane's heart thudded painfully. She was afraid to try and reason with him. 
That only seemed to incense him. But she just couldn't do as he said! She 
had to, though. She trembled at the thought of what he would do to her if 
she refused. He'd kill her! Roger edged closer and Diane made up her mind. 
She had to comply! There was no way out! 

Her hand was shaking as she reached up and tentatively slipped her fingers 
around Bill's awakening prick. The lewd words seemed to have an exciting 
effect on the older man and his member was already bobbing out, cleaving the 
air like a snake. Diane could feel it throbbing under her touch and she 
sensed that it was growing in dimension as she held it. 

"Put more life into it, dear!" Bill commanded, his mouth twisted into a 
strange smile, and Diane began to move her fingers slowly, hoping to satisfy 
his demand. 

"Tickle his balls, bitch!" Roger ordered, his voice shrill. "Tickle your 
lover's balls!" 

Numbed with mortification and fear, Diane obediently cupped Bill's hairy 
pendulous balls in her palm and massaged them gently, feeling the roiling 
sperm as they gathered in the darkness of his testicles. Her body ached from 
soreness and she thought, she wished, she'd pass out. Faintly, she hoped for 
a miracle, that her husband would still stop this thing from happening. 

"Now, we're ready for the big one! Take it, honey. Take what your lover has 
got for you!" 

Diane forced herself to open her eyes and they dropped to the bulging red 
protuberance a scant foot away. It was huge and thick and long, much bigger 
than she'd ever seen it! 

"Is it big enough for you? Is it? Is it?" Roger shrieked, his face reddening 
in his excitement and fury. 

"Yes, it is ... " Diane mumbled wearily, sinking back against the pillows. 
If only it would be over . . . 

Bill could hear that Roger's voice was becoming more and more outraged, but 
what could he do? It was best, he thought, to let the younger man play his 
anger out, to let him think he was running things, to give his fury its full 
reign. Every man had to go through this sooner or later . . . 

"Kneel down in front of my wife, Bill," Roger's thickened voice rang out 
again and the stepfather obediently settled himself between Diane's 
quivering legs. 

"Now, slut, this is what you've been waiting for! Take hold of his prick and 
lead it towards that starving little pussy of yours!" 

Diane stopped when she heard her husband's latest demand. It was too much - 
she had suffered enough. She couldn't do it, couldn't degrade herself 
further, and in front of Charlene, too ... oh God, please help me! she 
silently pleaded. 

"You heard what I said!" Roger's voice said, livid with rage. It was no use! 
She had to do it ... ! 

Fighting back her tears, Diane reached down once more and grasped the 
rock-hard cock in her hand and slowly began to guide it towards the tiny 
cringing hole of her pussy. She rested the hard, bulbous head against the 
delicate petal-shaped opening, her breath quickening with fear. All feeling 
left Diane. She was suffering the ultimate degradation. And she didn't care. 
She was beyond any normal emotion. Her body was left to take the punishment 
while her mind sought refuge in numbness. 

There was a terrible moment of silence and then all at once the older man 
surged forward with brutal strength, crashing through the soft, unresisting 
barrier of her outer cunt lips, slicing through the tender vaginal sheath 
like a knife through melted butter. 

"Wwaaaarrrrccccchhhhhhhh ..." she sobbed helplessly, her hips thrashing 
wildly to escape the skewering pain. 

"Oh, please, stop! It hurts ... it hurts too much ..." she screamed, but her 
screams were drowned out by the sound of her husband's delightful laughter. 

"That's right," he laughed. "Give the bitch a good fucking!" 

Bill's grossly inflated penis was like a cast-iron cudgel splitting her 
insides, sending shooting pains ricocheting through her. The hard, smooth 
head rubbed irritatingly against the delicate flesh of her cervix, and she 
felt that the fragile membrane at the entrance to her body Aould tear from 
the unnatural stretching. A i last he began to withdraw his lust-hardened 
cock, grating the inner sheath with its veinous underside, sending painful 
shudders rippling through Diane's body. The pain obliterated any other 
feeling and dominated her whole being. 

"Oooohhhhhh ..." she wailed again as Bill drove forward with even greater 
force, raising her pelvis a few inches off the bed as he bore into her with 
flesh splitting strength. He began to establish an arduous rhythm, forcing 
her strained vaginal passage to give a little as he began to plow into her. 

"Fuck back, you little whore!" Roger screamed, his eyes dancing with lewd 
perverted excitement. His eyes were riveted on the enormous shaft as it 
plunged in and out of his wife's aching pussy and he was enjoying the 
spectacle of her debasing pain. His own cock was standing out like a 
flagpole goaded into erection by the incredible luridness of the act he had 
instigated. 

He was mesmerized by the straining whiteness of his wife's subjugated body, 
by the palpitating milkiness of her breasts, the trembling strength of her 
thighs. 

Diane was relieved when the pain finally subsided and Bill's actions took on 
a regular rhythm. Her body responded in kind, recognizing the familiar 
action, and she felt some of her degrading feelings easing. It would soon be 
over . . . 

She couldn't believe it when she felt the first tingle of excitement a 
familiar pinprick of pleasure deep inside her. She wanted to quell it, stamp 
it out, but she knew she couldn't. Her body was responding as it did on the 
other occasions when she had been debased and humiliated ... it was 
responding to a man's penis inside it, and nothing else! 

"Oooooohhhh ..." she sighed in-voluntarily as her hips almost unconscious-ly 
took on a deep sensual churning, a passionate grind of its own, a direct 
answer to Bill's insistent demands. Flushings of heat were rising up her 
body, blushing her face, making her mewl with excitement, causing little 
beads of perspiration to break out on her upper lips. Her hips began to 
grind upward as Bill plunged downward, and then pressed back against the 
softness of the bed as he began to withdraw, her interior vaginal sinews 
milking his blood filled prick with tight possessive little contractions. 

Roger ran an excited tongue over his dry lips when he noticed his wife's 
excitement, her acquiescence to Bill's pile-driving cock. She who was 
usually so cold was enjoying the fucking her lover was giving her, right in 
front of him, her own husband! The lewd thought excited him even more. His 
eyes were glued on the increasing tempo of the fucking pair, darting here 
and there to catch a glimpse of a bobbing breast, a dipping cock, fleshy 
cunt lips. He had forgotten about Charlene. He had forgotten everything but 
the presence of his wife and her lover whose pleasure was becoming obvious 
to him, and the mounting pressure in his own balls as sent urgent messages 
to his throbbing prick. 

Suddenly, he couldn't take it any longer. His cruel, sadistic trick had 
backfired - he had engendered an excitement in the two which was getting the 
better of him also! 

Diane was carried away in the wind of her own undeniable excitement. She was 
being fucked by her father-in-law again, the man who had excited so many 
wonderful responses in her before, who had initiated her into incredible 
realms of ecstasy, and this time was no exception. She had momentarily 
forgotten about her husband's initial part in the action, and was aware only 
of Bill's body buffeting against her, his thick, lust-hardened prick 
slamming into her pelvis, his hard hands kneading the flesh of her hips. 
Then, suddenly, the rhythm which was carrying her along on the road to 
climax was shattered. A hand was grappling with her hair, making her squirm 
with excrutiating pain. Her eyes flew open, and she saw a cock, a long, red, 
throbbing cock a scant inch away from her face! 

Her eyes riveted on the burgeoning instrument jutting out proudly from a 
forest of dark curls ... it was Roger! 

"Open your mouth!" he commanded, his voice laden with depraved passion. She 
continued to stare mesmerized by the lewd instrument until it leaped forward 
and slipped past her lips in a swift abrupt movement. Surprised, she found 
the fleshy hardness of it in her mouth ... a strangely agreeable sensation! 
Timorously, her tongue began to swipe the rod of flesh in her mouth, tasting 
for the first time the masculine piquancy of her husband's prick. Shivers of 
strange pleasure rippled her skin. She began to suck gently on the large 
palpitating organ, caressing it with her lips, nibbling at it with her 
teeth. Her tongue darted into the tiny slit at the top, stretching it 
mischievously, and then slipped down to coat the heavy webbed underside with 
saliva. She was beginning to like sucking her husband's cock . . . while her 
lover fucked her! 

Her hand reached up and cupped the squirming sac of his scrotum, kneading 
the fermenting balls, cradling them in her warm palm. Roger's hair tightened 
in her hair, forcing her mouth further down on his throbbing prick until the 
smooth spongy head was pressing against her larynx, making her cough 
slightly from the unaccustomed contact. 

Roger was driven to frenzy by his wife's hungry sucking on his cock. He 
couldn't tear his eyes away from her full ovalled lips circling .his rock 
hard member, and his hands released their frenetic grip on her hair and 
dropped to knead savagely at the smooth orbs of her breasts. 

Bill continued to pump furiously into the gyrating woman, feeling her body 
jackknifing against him with each demonic stroke of his blood-hard prick. 
His hands were like eagle's claws on her hips and his body was straining, 
every muscle taut as whipcord as he pounded mercilessly into her, he and 
Roger working as a team for the second time that day. 

Diane was a fiery furnace of excite-ment and passion. She had never felt 
like this before. She loved being fucked by Bill while she was sucking her 
own husband's cock . . . loved the feeling of Roger's prick plunging far 
back into her throat while Bill's rod plundered her pussy. She was being 
buffeted by two men, fucked by both at once, and she revelled in the lewd 
three-way act. She began to suck furiously as she sensed her husband's 
imminent release. She could feel his body tense, and then she felt the 
rumble of his white-hot sperm along the tube of his cock, before it spurted 
in a boiling stream of frothy white nectar into the sanctuary of her throat. 
She swallowed and gulped as it continued to flow in a thick jet down her 
burning gullet, and her cheeks hollowed and filled as she strove to keep up 
with the never-ending shower, her lips tightly convoluted around the pumping 
cock so as not to lose a precious drop of it. 

"Keep sucking . . . keep suckingggg" Roger gasped, trying to drain every 
last drop into his wife's eager, gulping throat. 

Bill stiffened like a bowstring just then and his hoarse, guttural cries 
sounded out as he began to batter against her like a bulldozer, his heavy 
pelvis slamming cruelly against her upraised crotch, squirt-ing jet after 
jet of hot white semen into her hungrily churning belly in a constant river 
of his pent-up passion. 

A feeling of disappointment flickered through her as her husband's penis, at 
last spent and limp, slipped from her mouth, but just then, her own release 
was triggered by Bill's frantic pounding into her and she felt herself 
lifted up in the arms of a giant whirlwind, and spun round and round until 
she was flying by herself in a never-never land of complete euphoria. 

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggggggggg!'' she 
chanted, her body tossing and gyrating like a spinning top, flailing about 
under Bill's deep hard thrusts into her. 

Shriek after shriek flew past her sperm glistening lips as she was caught in 
the throes of spasm after delicious spasm of indescribably delight each of 
which carried her far beyond the wildest bounds of what she had experienced 
before. There was peace, the feeling of complete satiation that followed her 
mind-boggling orgasm. She had been subjected to everything now and she had 
come through it. There was nothing that anyone eould do to her that hadn't 
been done before. 

Her eyelids fluttered open and she saw the white, shapely form of Charlene's 
body coming t6wards her, and she realized suddenly that there were some 
things she had never experienced . . . things which she wasn't sure she 
wanted to experience . . . but the smile on the redhead's lips told her that 
her ordeal was not over yet . . . she still had a ways to go. 

 Chapter Nine 

Charlene was looking intently at Diane, taking in every inch of her soft, 
slender curves, feeling a redhead's stab of jealousy for the tawny, even 
complexion of a brunette. Charlene was also taking in the look of abject 
fear on Diane's face. 

"Don't be afraid," Charlene said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you." 

Diane looked imploringly from Char-lene, to Bill, to Roger. He'd protect 
her, wouldn't he? He wouldn't let this woman lay her hands all over her! 

"I'm going to make you feel good, Diane, you'll see," Charlene continued, 
standing over the bed, then reaching down to rest her hand on Diane's 
shoulder. Then she began to caress the soft flesh of her body, dropping 
lower still until her hand was covering one of Diane's soft round breasts. 

"You see . . . see, darling? Doesn't that feel nice?" Charlene murmured, her 
hand moving to cup other full white orb in her other hand. Diane's brown 
berry-like nipples leaped into erection at Charlene's touch and jutted out 
provocatively against her palm. Now Charlene was embracing the astonished 
girl, gathering her in her arms, pulling her towards her breasts and then, 
slowly, Charlene lowered her mouth onto the girl's quivering lips and 
planted them with soft, passionate kisses. Diane could hear Roger's sharp 
intake of breath and felt a thrill of horror when she realized that far from 
wanting to protect her against this perversion, he was actually enjoying the 
spectacle! 

Charlene continued to shower hot little kisses on the surprised girl's lips, 
neck, throat. Diane was actually surprised to find how pleasant it was to be 
held by the other woman. She began to have a feeling of appreciation of 
Charlene's beauty, her softness, her sexiness. She realized she felt a sort 
of sympathy for the other woman, a mild desire to comfort her as well as be 
comforted by her. 

Roger stared dumbfounded at the two women, their arms entwined around each 
other. He couldn't believe it. He had been sure they were going to come to 
blows; instead they were lovingly caressing and kissing each other. Diane 
had suddenly come to life under Charlene's attentions and was reciprocating 
with passionate leech-like kisses. Her mouth was closing in on one of 
Charlene's pink little nipples, enclosing the hard little knob between her 
full ripe lips, sucking on it deliriously. Charlene was emitting little 
moans of pleasure as she clung to the brunette, and Roger had to rub his 
eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Bill just knowingly smiled down 
at the incredible sight. 

"I could have predicted it ... " he murmured, his eyes widening as he 
watched his mistress and his step-daughter-in-law melting together in 
passionate embrace. He looked at Roger, wondering if this was the time to 
explain a lot of things to him . . . but Roger's full attention was with the 
girls. 

They had slipped back down on the bed, long, tawny body and creamy white on, 
and the two men watched in disbelief as Diane began to slide along the 
rumpled sheets, trailing kisses down the length of Charlene's body, coming 
to rest on the redhaired triangle between her legs. 

Diane paused above the red thatch of pubic curls for a moment, and then 
slowly drew apart the girl's buttery thighs. Her eyes gazed rapidly at the 
enticing pink slit which appeared before her, crowned by a fiery fleece. She 
could see the thin hair-feathered outer lips throb slightly, and placing her 
thumb and forefinger on each soft, tender flange, gently drew apart the 
fleshy folds, revealing the moist pink glory of her delicious young pussy. 

The tiny pink top of her clitoris peeped out from beneath the red curls, and 
just below it, the small rosebud-like opening of her vagina glist-ened 
wetly. Diane had never seen a woman so close before. It was all new and 
strange to her, yet she was driven by she didn't know what instinct. She had 
forgotten her initial repulsion for the experience; she was enraptured by 
the sculptured wonder of the girl's soft, yielding body, and she was borne 
along by an inclination which was getting more clamorous as minutes ticked 
by. 

Slowly, she lowered her face towards the red-haired gateway, and drawing out 
her tongue, ran it along the full length of the narrow pink aperature. She 
felt the redhead draw back from the sharp, tingling sensation, but she 
continued to touch the girl's tender young flesh with her tongue, 
tentatively licking and swiping with her own sensitive organ. Her long slim 
fingers were pressing against the tender flesh of the girl's smooth thighs, 
and she began to grow more familiar with the other woman's perfumed young 
cunt, sweeping her tongue in long, caressing strokes along its velvety 
folds, dipping and probing and drawing out the ambrosia of her femininity. 

She enclosed the turgid little button of her clitoris in her mouth, 
fastening it between her teeth, and titillating it with her tongue, making 
Charlene squirm and moan with ecstatic pleasure. Diane's tongue searched and 
explored the secret creases and indentations of Charlene's pussy, sending 
chills of pleasure rippling up and down her spine, making her grind the 
redheaded peak of her body down on the other woman's feverishly licking 
mouth. She was beginning to mewl incessantly, her whole frame wracked with 
tiny spasms of pleasure. 

Roger just couldn't believe it. The two woman were twisting around on the 
bed like fish out of water, and Charlene was moaning and singing under his 
wife's oral love-making. He could feel his own prick beginning to rise 
again, a new, piercing ache throbbing through it. He was overcome with 
desire for his wife, and for his mistress, and experienced an acute agony 
which stemmed from the knowledge that he was excluded. They didn't need him 
. . . they were sensually aroused without him . . . 

He continued to watch astounded as Charlene began to swivel around until her 
head was reaching down for Diane's loins. Diane, realizing what was 
happening, languidly spread her thighs and Roger gasped as he saw Charlene's 
lower her pale oval face between the creamy columns of his wife's legs. 
Charlene was going to suck his wife's pussy! 

Diane moaned into Charlene's steam-ing crotch as she felt the first touch of 
the girl's cool tongue on her burning vaginal lips. It felt so soft, so 
soothing, and she sighed, stretching out her legs as Charlene continued to 
tease her twirling little tongue along the length of her hot pussy, soaking 
up her free-flowing juices, nibbling the little bud of her rigid clitoris, 
jabbing experimentally at the clasping hole of her cunt. 

Diane never knew that kissing and licking a woman's pussy and being kissed 
and sucked by a woman in return could be so exciting, and yet so relaxing. 
Safe, some-how. She felt instinctively that the girl wasn't going to do her 
any harm, just as she'd said, and she, in turn, wished to give Charlene 
pleasure, nice, soothing pleasure. 

Their bodies were fused together, dark hair against bright red pubic curls, 
the redhead and the brunette blending in a delicious sinewy streak of 
smoothly naked female flesh. They licked and sucked 'and slavered in each 
other's pussies, oblivious of the hard breathing and unabashed gasping of 
the two men, completely engrossed in watching their rhythmic churning. 

The tempo of their movement in-creased, and the bobbing heads became more 
frantic, and then the men saw that the two bodies became as taut as plumb 
lines before collapsing in a series of head to toe spasms which culminated 
in muffled sighs and moans, drowned in the steaming softness of the two 
twitching cunts. 

Diane felt her body rise and fall like a feather floating in a gentle 
breeze, as Charlene's tongue whipped her into achieving a climax unlike any 
she had had before. She could feel Charlene's cuntal walls contract tightly 
around her nose and mouth, almost smothering her, and tugging painfully on 
her slashing tongue before ejecting a warm mist of softly scented moisture 
which bathed her face and signalled the girl's simultaneous climax. The 
mistress and wife clung tremulously to each other, their mutual embraces 
helping to still the last quivering vestiges of their orgasms. 

The girls felt as if they were floating on Cloud Nine, but their peaceful 
reverie was brought abruptly to an end when Diane felt hands once more 
curving around her buttocks. 

"Wha ..." was all she managed to stammer before she found herself being 
pulled up on all fours. The hands were kneading the soft pliant flesh of her 
bottom, caressing and pummelling it in turns. She winced as she felt the 
unmistakable burning shaft of an engorged penis prodding at her, the hard, 
mush-rooming head probing obscenely at the tender folds of her pussy half 
concealed by the flesh of her thighs. 

On one side of the bed she could see Bill standing there, his huge, sturdy 
penis held aloft in his hand like some barbaric weapon, his eyes glinting 
eerily in the dim bedroom light. It was Roger then who was positioning 
himself behind her! 

A weird shudder ran through her at the thought that it was her husband who 
was prodding her with his giant weapon, her husband who was poising the 
rock-head head of his prick at the quivering entrance to her still-tingling 
vagina. He's going to take me from behind, her mind realized, and then . . . 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh ..." she cried out, unable to stop the shriek from sounding 
as she felt the first nudging of his pounding cock as it insinuated itself 
inside her hotly trembling cuntal sheath. 

"Nnnnnnngggghhh ..." she conti-nued to moan, as it plowed inexorably on its 
way separating the yielding membrane of her vaginal passage as it advanced 
into her depths. With a smack, she felt the dangling weight of his balls 
slap against the flattened arcs of her backside, and then felt the niggling 
tickle of the hard round head as it probed the sensitive zone of her womb. 
Her husband's hands dug into the soft fleshy cheeks of her ass, and pulled 
them even further back, skewering her even more on his pistoning rod, making 
her knees rise up from the ground, burying every single inch of his weapon 
deep up inside his wife's heatedly gripping interior. 

He held her there in position for a moment, flexing his prick slightly 
inside, feeling her internal cunt muscles throb in joyful answer before 
slipping out again, almost all the way until just the glossy hardness of the 
hugely pulsing head was still imbedded up in the curl-fringed softness of 
her tightly clinging little cunt mouth. Then he fucked forward once more, 
shaking her body violently with the force of his entry, making her breasts 
jiggle as they hung down from the whiteness of their moorings. 

"Aaaaaahhhh . . . mmmmmmm . . . it's good ..." she began to sigh as he 
commenced to screw in and out of her with long, hard smooth experienced 
strokes. He was amazed at the expert, new response in his wife's body, and 
tried not to think of who had been her teacher, just willed himself to enjoy 
the incredible pleasure that she had to give. 

Diane continued to screw her backside back on her husband's oncoming pole of 
hardened flesh, feeling the spheres of her ass flaring around the wiry 
tangle of his pubic thatch, feeling the hardness of his pelvis as she swung 
back against him. For the first time, she was enjoying, really enjoying, 
fucking and being fucked by her husband, relishing his masculine body more 
than she had ever done. 

Through half-closed eyes, she saw Bill suddenly pounce on the 
still-prostrate body of Charlene and roughly spread her legs wide. Diane 
felt a sympathetic wince as she noticed the girl's eyes open wide in initial 
alarm at the size of the huge male cock prodding at the quivering flesh of 
her tiny pink vaginal slit. Bill's eyes were bulging with obscene pleasure 
as he gazed down at the supine body beneath him, not being able to believe 
that she was lying unprotesting under him. He held his huge palpitating cock 
there between the splayed thighs for a moment, and then with a bestial 
grunt, charged forward and sunk it right to the hilt in one savage movement 
in the astonished young girl's pussy. 

"Uuurrrrgggghhhhhh..." she gasped from the harshness of the older man's 
entrance of her soft body. He hesitated just a moment before withdraw-ing it 
again almost completely, and immediately he began to fuck in and out of her 
with fast, hungry strokes. Impatiently, he grasped the girl's slender ankles 
and forced each one back up over his shoulder revealing the whole naked 
plane of her trembling little cunt, unprotected before his onslaught. 

Diane, enjoying the easy rhythms of her husband's thrusts into her from 
behind, leaned forward, eager to soothe the troubled girl, whose face wore a 
distinct look of pain as she bore the savage rapidity of the stepfather's 
instrokes. She began to kiss the former rival, finding her young lips warm 
and tender against hers, slipping her tongue past the guardian teeth, 
encourag-ing Charlene's dormant tongue into a lewd ecstatic dance of joy, 
whipping up a froth of frenzy as they lashed and swirled and fenced with 
each other. Her hands reached down and clasped a golden sphere in each, 
titillating the enticing little buds into erect little knobs which jutted up 
from the crinkled brown aureoles. Diane continued to kiss and caress her 
husband's lover while her own lover screwed brutally into her and while she 
herself was being fucked canine fashion by her own husband! 

Diane was thrilled by the lewd implications of the wild four-way act she was 
involved in. This was even more incredible than she'd ever imagined . . . 
she had certainly run the gamut of sexual experiences today. Already her 
mind was jumping ahead to even more exciting adventures, more perverse, more 
lurid . . more pleasurable. 

But right now, her body was afire with unbelievable flames of passion. Her 
hus-band's pelvic thrusts grew more and more frantic and her own churning 
was more frenetic as her wet ass-cheeks slapped against her husband's pelvis 
and his hot pounding prick tore into her with the energy of an electric 
drill. And the soft touch of Charlene's lips under hers and the delicious 
feel of her breasts in her hands added a hundred-fold to her pleasure as all 
four raced each other in a wild free-for all for the biggest prize of all. 
And it was Diane who won! She was the first to cum, and her body twisted and 
jerked out of control, throwing her into the hands of an earth-shattering 
climax which shoo': her like a volcano, sending molten lava flying over her 
flesh, electrifying her into new, incredible spasms of wild, passionate 
pleasure. 

"Oh God ... I'm there ..." she sobbed out, as she tossed and writhed like a 
captured snake, desperately trying to milk her husband of his life-giving 
nectar for which her tortured sheath cried out. And she succeeded. 

"Oh Christ Diane . . . fuck back . . . fuck back . . . because I'm . . . I'm 
. . . Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!!!" And he was battering against her like a mad 
bull, his huge enraged prick ejaculating with the strength of a fire 
extinguisher, scalding her hotly flaring cunt passage with wildly spewing 
jets of hot white fluid which shot far up into her voraciously accepting 
womb. Her feverishly working pussy walls greedily drank in all of the warm 
offering, begging for more, trying to squeeze every last drop from the 
exhausted prick. From the back of her mind, she was aware of Charlene and 
Bill cumming simultaneous-ly, their cries, hoarse and untamed, as they 
fucked and pounded against each other in a wild mutual demand for release. 

All four collapsed together in a wanton, abandoned heap, arms and legs all 
akimbo. Diane was utterly exhausted, feeling certain she would never again 
have the strength to fuck again, but Bill and Charlene and her husband all 
united and proved how wrong she was. 

Bill was the first to stir, saying that he thought it was time to get the 
camera and take a new family portrait. He said he had some other albums that 
he wanted his stepson and daughter-in-law to see. And the foursome carried 
on that way, right through the night and into the morning, and Roger and 
Diane felt they understood for the first time Roger's mother's strange Mona 
Lisa smile that seemed to bless their union from its portrait on the wall. 


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