Loving Sister
by Ray Mills


FOREWORD 

"Normal" is a frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as 
elusive as the term "perverse". What those two words imply seems to vary 
from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person. 

Pam and her brother, Josh, outwardly appear to be two average middle-class 
Americans. Yet the two of them indulge in behavior that many others would 
consider abnormal; indeed, the two of them commit what, in many societies, 
is among the oldest taboos known to man. But who is to say whether either or 
both are normal or perverse? 

LOVING SISTER-a novel of considerable interest to any who hope to find and 
define their own standards of correct behavior. A page of our restless 
society as food for serious thought. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Pam was happy to be alone. Her roommate Catherine took a night-school class 
every Wednesday and for Pam, the chance to be by herself was a pleasure she 
looked forward to. Sometimes Jeff would come over while Catherine was gone. 
Pam would tease him. She would dance half-naked in front of him. Finally she 
would coax him into fucking her in the bathtub, or under the kitchen table. 
Anywhere to break the monotony of the bed. 

But this week Jeff was out of town on a business conference. All in all, it 
was just as well with Pam. She liked being alone once in a while. 

Even though she liked Jeff as much as ever and though the sex was still 
pretty good-as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do it-she 
couldn't help feeling a little weary about the whole thing. Frankly, she 
really didn't miss him all that much. 

Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet, she said to herself. 
I'm going to take a long bath and wash my hair and maybe sip a glass of wine 
and watch TV a little. 

While the bathtub filled with water, she undressed and stood before the 
full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She liked looking at 
her own naked body. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful one. At 
twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth. Her skin 
tanned easily, richly. And since she knew that the contrast between tanned 
and untanned skin was bewitching, she always kept her body golden and 
coppery except where her bikini panties and bra protected it from the sun. 

There her skin was pale and creamy. Her firm high asscheeks were two lovely 
glowing moons below the incurved sweep of her long bronze back. Her young 
uptilted tits were two creamy globes of firm flesh, thrusting out above a 
velvety expanse of flat golden midriff. 

She also knew she had extraordinary nipples, large and inviting ones. The 
thick buds were tinged a deep rose color and swelled up like bullets from 
her round breasts. The springy nubs of the areolas spread out even further. 

She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways. She admired the 
full perky curve of her taut ass, the supple tapering of her narrow waist, 
her firm round tits, just the right size, the long nipples swollen and 
pointing. She ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down 
to the firm flesh of her tawny thighs. She dug her fingers into the ripe 
resilient flesh, watching her tan skin shimmer under each fingertip. 

She grabbed a hand mirror from the shelf, then planted her feet wide apart. 
Then she bent her knees slightly and slipped the hand-mirror between her 
spread thighs. On one side, the mirror gave back a normal reflection. But on 
the other side, the side Pam used, it magnified everything enormously. 

With fascination, she gazed down at the huge hair-fringed, pink-lipped slash 
of her cunt. The folds of her pussylips were dewy and moist, but only 
half-blossomed. Only tantalizing hints of the slick inner cuntmeat were 
visible. The small nerve bundle of her clit was still half-hidden beneath 
its pinkish hood. 

Pam inserted one forefinger slowly between the lips of her cunt. It looked 
gigantic, reflected in the hand-mirror. She slid the finger all the way into 
the warm greasy depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the 
last knuckle. Her knees trembled involuntarily. 

She rotated the finger and with her thumb, rapidly rubbed her clit until it 
swell and pulsed. "Ohhhnnnn!" she gasped. 

It felt so good! The magnifying mirror made it look like the cunt of a giant 
woman being probed by a monstrous hand. 

She shut her eyes, whimpering softly. Then she opened them again, gazing 
down. Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two 
fingers fully into it. But her other hand shook so badly and her breath came 
so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand-mirror in 
place. 

Hastily, she placed it flat on the floor and squatted over it. She dug 
softly in her flowing pussy with two hands now, shivering uncontrollably. 
She noticed her glazed eyes and flushed face in the door mirror. She was 
surprised to see that her long nipples were so tight and erect. Oh god, I 
think I'll do it! she thought. I think I'll do it. I'm going to do it! 

"Ahhnnn, anngghh," she heard the sounds coming from her throat. 

Her whole body was flushed, seeming to melt with hot tremors. She had made 
the decision to bring herself off, to make herself come right here, like 
this. Where she could watch it all, if she could only keep her feverishly 
fluttering eyelids open. She was so aroused and excited that she didn't 
notice the water on the floor. 

But suddenly her bare knees felt wet, shocking her out of her giddy sexual 
delight. Then the water poured over the mirror itself. Pam gasped. She 
turned her head and saw it spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub. 

"Oh, shit, goddamn it! SHIT!" she shouted. 

Quickly, she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets. She yanked up the 
plug, but it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was submerged 
in water. Gritting her teeth, Pam snatched towels from every available rack 
and began mopping up the mess. 

She swung out the wet towels over the emptying tub, then sopped up more 
water. She was so angry and busy at the task that at first she failed to 
hear the doorbell. Then, when it rang again, she finally heard it and grew 
even angrier. 

"GODDAMN IT!" she shrieked. 

She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door. She was 
halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was totally naked. She 
leaped back to the bathroom for her robe. Then she tried to control her 
panting and her rage as she walked down the hall again to the door. 

"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Josh there 
when she opened it. 

Ordinarily, Josh would have made a joke to relieve her irritation. But the 
look on his face said that he felt even more down than she did. 

"Only me," he said flatly. "Can I come in?" 

"You can if you're good with a mop," she said. 

But Josh was so distracted that he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into 
the living room, nervous and jumpy. 

"Have you got anything to drink around here?" 

"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine," she 
answered. 

Pam pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back over her 
shoulders. She knew it would be a while now until she got back to her bath. 

"I'll take the Scotch," Josh said. 

"What's the matter, Josh?" 

He followed her as she went into the kitchen and poured him his drink. He 
grabbed it and gulped down the whiskey. 

"Angela," he growled. "She's been ... making it with another guy. For nearly 
two months. But I only found out about it tonight." 

"Oh, no!" With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Pam reached out a hand 
and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Josh, I'm sorry." 

Josh gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. She 
refilled it quickly. 

"Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get 
drunk all alone, do you?" 

"I don't want you to get drunk at all." 

But she was tempted to join him. The mess in the bathroom had depressed her. 
She knew Josh would want to talk about what a bitch his wife Angela was, to 
do this to him. 

"Come on." Josh winked. "What kind of party is it, with only one drunk?" 

"Why not." Pam winked back. 

She took another glass from the cupboard and filled it with ice and Scotch. 
Then she clinked it against his and drank. 

They took the bottle with them into the living room. Pam sat on the sofa and 
Josh in one of the easy chairs. He began to tell her about Angela's 
bitchiness. Not only had she been fucking around behind his back. She had 
been doing it with one of his best friends, Pam learned. 

Pam listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right 
moments. The Scotch made her warm and tingly. As time wore on, she began to 
wish that her bathrobe was made out of some other fabric than satin, because 
it was so slippery. 

It was hard enough to keep the skirts over her thighs. But even worse was 
the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved, it loosened more. Her 
firm out-thrusting tits pushed against the front part of the robe until it 
gaped open, revealing the smoothly tanned skin. 

After a while, as Josh droned on and on about Angela's infidelities, Pam 
didn't really hear him anymore. Instead, she simply stared at him, feeling 
pleasantly giddy and warm. She didn't know how much time had elapsed when 
she drifted back to conscious awareness and noticed that Josh's droning 
voice had stopped. 

Then she saw his eyes. He was staring at her too, but not at her face. 
Lower. He was staring at her body. She glanced down and saw that the sash of 
her bathrobe had come completely undone. The robe had fallen open and her 
body was exposed from her throat to the top glistening fringe of her crotch 
hair. 

Flushing with embarrassment, trying to regain quick control of her wits, she 
pulled the robe shut. 

"Oh, I ... I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly. 

"Don't," Josh croaked quietly. 

His eyes showed brief pain as the satin closed across the naked delights of 
her supple body. 

"Josh!" she said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing. 

"Please don't." 

"Josh, I'm your sister!" 

But she was thinking of one time long ago when she had glimpsed, for a 
second, his thick ropey adolescent cock. What must it be like now that he 
was a man? The thought horrified her. What am I thinking like that for? I've 
got to stop it! He's got to stop it! 

Josh shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He grinned 
at Pam. 

"That's right, you are," he murmured. "I guess I almost forgot. For a minute 
there, I think ... well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini 
top." 

Pam remembered the incident too. She blushed hotly. They had been swimming 
together. He had stolen her top and instead of modestly covering her young 
breasts, she had exposed them to him defiantly. 

"You were?" she said. Her voice quivered. 

"I'll never forget it. You were beautiful even then, but now-" 

"Josh! I think we'd better change the subject." 

Pam's blood was thundering in her ears. Her skin was hot and prickly, her 
mind in a confused whirl. She felt so close to something dangerous that she 
didn't know quite what to do. 

The best thing, she figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let 
it happen again. They were both a little drunk, but he was drunker than she 
was. So it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of her robe 
and stood up. 

"I think I'd better change. Get into something else. Don't you?" 

"No." He grinned. His eyes were murky, friendly but dead serious. 

"I mean," Pam's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't any 
chance of ..." 

"Of what?" 

"You know very well what." 

She looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm about it. She 
was breathing so hard that her tits were heaving. And that only made him 
more interested in the sight of her plump nipples, floating under the shiny 
satin. His eyes flickered with a half-drunk gloss. 

"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister and I'm 
your brother, then we're both really the same flesh, right? We came from the 
same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and ..." 

He fell silent. They both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Pam had not budged a 
step since she had stood up. 

"Well, I guess I've heard everything now," she said, trying to match his 
calm irony. 

"No, you haven't," Josh said. "Why don't you show me yourself just once 
more? Before you change. Just for family's sake." 

"Why should I?" My god, Pam thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him! I'm 
just making it worse! 

"Because I want to see you. You're lovely." 

"Lovelier than Angela?" she whispered softly. 

She was growing more ashamed of herself by the second. For the first time, 
she let her eyes wander to the crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling 
there. 

"Lovelier than anybody. I swear." 

"All you want to do is see me?" 

"That's all." 

"You won't touch?" 

Josh gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids any 
more. "Promise," he said. 

"I don't believe you," she murmured. Her stomach tumbled with excitement. 
Her body flashed all over with heat. "I don't believe you for a minute, not 
for a minute!" 

But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway. She wanted 
to show him her body. Her whole body this time, not just a part of it. She 
knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was 
overwhelming. 

It only took her a second to pull open the robe and slip it off of her 
shoulders. For the first time, she showed him every delectable inch of her 
supple nude body. She bit her lip as he looked at her. She knew the step had 
been taken. There was no going back. 

They would fuck now. She would let it happen. She would invite it, though 
she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve. Because somehow she 
was not supposed to let it happen. Even though her body now seethed and 
ached for him. 

Josh's face crawled with desire as he scrutinized her naked body. Slowly, 
she turned in front of him, showing him the high pale globes of her ass. She 
bent gracefully as she completed her turn, so that her firm tits swayed 
outward, her long puffy nipples already half-erect as they swirled before 
his hypnotized gaze. 

"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself. 

Josh only nodded and licked his lips. 

She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips. She touched her 
ribcage, where it flowed into her flat sun-browned stomach. Then she raised 
her knuckles to the smooth curved undersides of her creamy tits and nudged 
them so that they jiggled and quivered. 

Josh's breath seemed to be clawing its way out of his throat. That excited 
Pam even further. She went closer to him, watching his crazed eyes devour 
her succulent breasts. She watched his eyes so closely that she squealed 
with surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her 
thighs. 

He pulled her forward strongly. Then he squeezed her ass in his hands as he 
pushed his face into her bare stomach, slithering his tongue into her navel. 

"Ohh! Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp. 

She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked and hurt. But the feel of 
his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her bare 
ass had made her reel with hot thrills. 

"Oh, Josh," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! 
You promised!" 

Josh grinned sheepishly. He flexed his fingers, the ones he had just dug 
into her jouncy ass. 

"Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely. 

"Now, Josh ... Josh!" she whimpered softly. 

She backed away from him. Her heart skittered and jumped more rapidly than 
ever as her brother stood up from his chair. He had to bend slightly at the 
waist to ease the pressure on his bulging, confined cock. 

Pam could still feel the impressions in her bare asscheeks where his fingers 
had sunk and feel a tiny trace of saliva left in her navel by his tongue. 
God, god, she thought, I should stop it now, before it's too late! I can't 
let you fuck me, Josh! Oh, god, please stop it yourself! I can't do it, I 
want it too much! 

Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Josh walked toward her. 

"Pam ... Pam, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes 
racing over her nakedness. 

Pam kept backing away from him. She stared solemnly into his eyes, her mouth 
forming the word "no," but unable to make any sounds come out. 

"Josh, you know we can't," she finally whispered. 

"Yes, we can." 

He backed her into the wall. The sharp contact of his zipper sent hot 
needles of excitement and anticipation through her trembling flesh. His 
hands cupped her feverish face. His lips came down toward hers. 

"No, Josh, no, no!" she whimpered. "What about Catherine?" 

"Where is she?" 

"She's at ... school." 

Josh's lips met hers, curving into them. His tongue slipped between her 
parting teeth. He dropped his hands to her bare shoulders, then down to her 
breasts, filling his palms with them. 

Gently squeezing her full warm tits, Josh kissed her cheek, her neck. Then 
he took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed hot air into it. He pushed 
his tongue deep into her ear, whispering hotly to her at the same time. 

"When does she get home?" 

"Ahhhnnnnn!" Pam nodded. 

Her body was totally pliant and yielding, her cunt wet and achy. As he 
frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing boobs, she slid her hands under 
the elastic waistband of his shorts. She grasped his hot huge prick and 
freed it. Her fingers stroked it urgently. 

She knew she didn't give a shit when Catherine would be home. I just want 
you to fuck me! she thought wildly. Here, right here against the wall, if 
you want to! Or on the floor, or in the bed, I don't care! 

Josh's lips trailed down her smooth shoulder to her left tit. He licked the 
large rosy nipple thirstily. 

"When does she come home?" he repeated, panting, his voice half-garbled with 
passion. 

But before she could answer, she felt his hot lips close over her pulsing 
nipple. It stiffened and flamed with heat. She felt her legs weaken, her 
knees turn to jelly. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain standing. 

She pulled him against her so that she could feel the long jerking stalk of 
his prick, pressing against her naked belly. Her breath whistled past her 
teeth as he hungrily slurped and sucked her throbbing nipples. Pam moaned 
and began to writhe in his grasp. 

"Oh, Josh," she murmured. "Oh, Josh, are you going to fuck me? Are you? Are 
you going to fuck me?" 

Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom. His 
hands stroked her long brown back, her pale ass, her silky thighs. She tore 
at his shirt and skimmed his pants and shorts down his legs. She stopped and 
clumsily licked his twitching red cock before he pulled her to her feet. 

He kissed her mouth again, mauling it passionately. Then he pushed her 
gently down on her back on the bed, the way he wanted her to be. 

Shivering with excitement and lust, Pam yielded completely to her brother. 
She lay on the bed so that her feet still touched the floor. Her knees were 
spread and her ass was perched on the edge of the mattress. The wet 
glistening furrow of her pussy was uptilted, gaping, totally vulnerable. 

Pam knew that if he wanted her this way, it was so he could stand on the 
floor himself. He would gain so much leverage that she was in for a 
ploughing, piercing, skewering fuck from the huge purplish ramrod of flesh 
that he was now lowering between her splayed thighs. 

Shuddering with the awful guilt of what they were doing, Pam nevertheless 
submitted totally to his wishes. Josh's hard tan muscular body was so 
desirable to her that she wanted to swarm all over him. She wanted to kiss 
and stroke him everywhere. She wanted to suck his gigantic cock into her 
mouth and feel his hungry lips burrowing in her flowing pussy. She wanted to 
do everything, before they got down to the actual fucking. 

But Josh's driving passion for her body was overwhelming. She had no choice. 
She had to give her body to him instantly. She quivered, nearly out of 
control. 

"Ohhgnn ... ah, baby, oh, Josh, we ... can't, we can't do this ... uunnhhg! 
Oh, god, suck me baby!" she moaned. 

She mewled deep in her throat as his mouth again went to her tits. His lips 
found both of her stiff sensitive nipples again and gave them long agonizing 
sucks. Pam's frenzied fingers fluttered over his hot, fiendishly hard cock, 
where it bobbed in readiness between her spread thighs. 

She pulled his jumping prick toward the puckering runny lips of her slit, 
aching to be filled by it. And her fingers on his prick drove Josh crazy 
with desire. His hands stroked her smooth hips and steadied her pelvis. 
Carefully, he lodged the swollen head of his cock in her hot, wet pussylips. 
Then he gazed straight into her eyes and slid the full length of his 
rock-hard prick deep into her flowing pit. 

"Aaaghh!" Pam moaned. "Nnuunnnn! Oh, shit, nnuuunnnn, ohhhnnnn, shiiiit! Oh, 
Josh, baby! Oh, yes! Yesssss!" 

It was the largest, thickest, longest cock Pam had ever felt inside of her 
cunt. It was sunk deep in the pit of her pussy and Josh did not pull it out 
immediately. Instead, he left it buried in her while he scooped her 
shoulders up in his arms and lowered his hard chest down onto her breasts. 
He put his lips to her ear. 

"Pam ... Pam," he groaned in a husky whisper. 

"Yesssss, oh, yesssss," she answered. 

Her body undulated of its own accord beneath him. All she wanted to feel was 
the joy of his huge prick plunging fiercely in and out of her. 

"Fuck me, Josh ... uunnhhh! Oh, yes, like that! Unnnunnn! Oh, god, yessss! 
Fuck me, baby! You can do anything you want to me, anything at all! Ohn! 
Ohn! Unnghh!" 

Low shuddering moans came from deep in her throat. Josh drew his long prick 
slowly out of her smoldering pussy. When the head of it nearly escaped her 
clinging cuntlips, he slid it slowly back in. But the excitement and hot 
fantastic guilt of what they were doing made them both too urgent to be slow 
and gentle for long. 

And Josh had placed her this way on the mattress for a purpose, she knew. 
Soon they were both digging their feet into the floor, whooping and groaning 
and whimpering, their bodies writhing together. Pam clenched the muscles of 
her thighs and flung her cunt up over her brother's piercing prick. 

She gagged and squealed with wild joy as she felt the huge pole spear her 
creaming pussy. Ohhh, Jesus! she thought wildly. I've never felt anything 
like it, never, never! 

Hot tremors of pleasure rippled through her body with each deep lunge of 
Josh's prick. Pam clutched and squeezed him, pushing her tits up into his 
grinding chest. She chased his mouth with hers, nibbling his lips and 
whimpering. 

"Ohhhnnnn, it's so good, so good!" she sighed. "God, baby, fuck me. Fuck me! 
Unh! Unh! Don't ever stop!" 

She was on fire, bubbling and seething with hot lust. Somehow she knew she 
had never felt this way. The searing blade of his big cock sliced up into 
her cunt. Her body shimmered with passion. She screeched and clawed his 
back, moaning with guilty passion. 

She knew it was her own brother who was fucking her so beautifully. Would 
she ever be happy with anyone else again? After the blinding bliss of this 
moment? 

She wriggled and squirmed and groaned beneath him, loving the feel of his 
hard chest crushing her swollen tits and stiff aching nipples. She still 
couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this massive rearing spike of 
cock. It reamed again and again into the depths of her soupy, clasping cunt. 

Stuffed with the huge stalk of it, she shimmied her hips and clamped down on 
his cock tightly. Josh moaned with delight. His strong fingers clenched her 
back. 

"Ohhhnnn, you're so good to me!" she hummed, feeling the first distant 
rolling swells of her climax sweeping toward her. "Soooo good to me, so 
good, so gooood, unnnhhh! Ungh! Oh! Oh, Jesus, yes! Do it hard to me! Ohn! 
Anngghhh!" 

Josh had not hurt her with his huge plunging prick simply because he knew 
how to use it. But now that she hung, trembling and moaning, on the edge of 
coming, he ripped his cock into her with loving violence. Pam squealed and 
raked his shoulders. 

Stabbed to the hilt by his relentless cock, she flung her juicing cunt 
wildly up to meet his frantic thrusts. She hissed and thrashed helplessly, 
feeling the full fierce penetration of his monstrous organ. 

"Josh! Oh, baby! Oh, I'm going to come! Kiss me, oh, god, kiss meeeee! 
Quick! Ohn! Unh! Oohhnnnn, god, kiss me, Josh, I'm going to come!" 

She groped for his panting mouth with her own. She snaked her tongue into it 
wildly, trembling with fresh joy each time the fierce spike of his prick 
buried itself in her wet clenching pussy. She shrieked as it tore into her. 
Then her body stiffened, arching, straining. 

"AAUUNNGHH!" she howled. "AAUUNI-EEEEE! OHHH! AAIIIEEEEE!" 

Everything was obliterated by the wrenching spasms of her orgasm. Josh kept 
fucking her furiously as she came. His strong hands squeezed her ass and he 
crammed her flooding pussy with every inch of his pile-driving cock. 

She swarmed up to him, swallowing his bucking cock with her thrashing cunt. 
Her pussy sucked the cum out of his jerking nuts. Pam felt her brother's 
tense driving body turn stiff, then jerk wildly with pleasure as he ploughed 
his erupting prick deep into her creaming pussy. He pumped her full of his 
juices, squeezing her so roughly that she thought they both might die of the 
overpowering shock of the orgasm. 

And then it was over. Her brother lay panting and sweating on top of her. 
Pam tenderly brushed his sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead and 
kissed him. She tightened her cunt around his still stiff cock, so that it 
would never come out of her. She didn't want to ever give up this moment. 

"Josh. Oh, Josh, Josh, Josh," she murmured, gazing into his eyes. It was all 
she could say. 

CHAPTER TWO 

"Josh," she whispered to him. "It was never like that for me, never before." 

He kissed her and gasped as her hand found his long limp cock and squeezed 
it gently. "Never for me either," he said. 

It was so wrong. And yet Pam couldn't help wanting to do it again, quickly, 
before the opportunity escaped. The guilt would be even worse. But it would 
make them lovers in a way that one spontaneous fuck could never do. And 
Catherine wouldn't be home for another hours. 

She sucked his cock until it was hard again. Then she got on top of him, fed 
it into her cunt and rode him wildly until both of them erupted with hot 
coming again. 

Finally and reluctantly, Josh had to begin pulling on his clothes. He kissed 
Pam's neck and stroked her naked back. 

"We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned. 

"You mean it?" Pam asked. 

She was terrified that he might try to be sensible about it, that he might 
try to draw the line at one time. Pam thought she would die if she couldn't 
look forward to fucking with her brother again. 

"I mean it." 

"Was I better than Angela?" she asked slyly. 

"You're better than anybody," he whispered. 

And she had been told that before by others, so she guessed it was true. 
"Call me?" she asked. 

"Tomorrow," he said. "If I can wait that long." 

But he didn't call her the next day. Nor the one after that. Pam knew why. 
It wasn't the shame they had to fear so much as the overpowering hunger they 
each had for one another's body. She desperately wanted to see him. She 
wanted to feel his body moving against hers. She wanted to feel his hands 
racing over her bare skin. She wanted to take his large pulsing cock into 
her mouth and devour him and make him groan and spurt helplessly into her 
throat. 

She didn't want to phone him because she knew the situation with Angela 
still might be delicate. But just the thought of her sister-in-law made her 
flush with jealousy. The thought that Josh might actually be fucking Angela 
instead of her made Pam burn with envy. She could hardly bear it. The week 
following their night together was a painful one for her. 

But one evening, when she noticed that the bus she was riding home from work 
had taken a short detour and was going through Josh's neighborhood, she 
couldn't resist jumping up and getting off. 

She knew it was a mad impulse. But she walked directly up to his house and 
rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses. I just happened to be in 
the area, she rehearsed. What I really want to do is suck your big juicy 
cock, Josh. And let you do wild things with it to every part of my body, but 
I can't say that. 

But it was Angela who answered the door. 

"Oh, hi, Pam," she said, her beautiful face looking wrung out from days of 
crying. 

Pam was shocked out of her reverie. "I ... I," she stammered. 

"I suppose you heard about everything," Angela smiled bleakly. 

"I ... Josh called about a week ago and he mentioned that you two ..." 

Angela shrugged and opened the door wider. "Come on in." She saw Pam's 
reluctance. "Don't worry, he's not here. You won't have to get caught in the 
middle of any nasty fights." 

Not seeing any way to refuse politely, Pam followed her sister-in-law into 
the house. "Where is he?" she asked, trying not to betray her 
disappointment. 

Angela pursed her lips, half with scorn, half with sadness. "Who knows? He 
said he was going away for a few days to think." 

They sat in the living room. Angela switched off the TV. Pam saw a pitcher 
of martinis and one glass on the coffee table. 

'Let me get you one," Angela said nervously, seeing that Pam was eying the 
pitcher. "I'll get you a glass." 

"Why not." Pam smiled sympathetically. 

She felt kind of sorry for Angela, who looked so sad and confused, so 
lonely, sitting here and drinking a martini by herself and watching TV at 
five-thirty in the afternoon. Seeing her sister-in-law like this, so nervous 
and upset, made her realize that she really didn't know much about the 
situation at all. She hadn't listened very carefully to Josh, having been so 
swept up by her mysterious urge to fuck him. 

"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed," Angela said, returning from 
the kitchen with a martini glass for Pam. "I mean, it just seems so silly to 
get dressed when you're not going anywhere all day." 

Angela wore a thick quilted bathrobe. She had it buttoned all the way to the 
throat. Although she was extremely beautiful, at the moment she looked to 
Pam like the farthest possible thing from a cheating sexpot, as Josh had 
accused her of being. 

Instead, she was shy and anxious and pretty and sad and at the same time, 
lonely. And Pam found herself melting with warmth and sympathy for her, 
instead of the raging jealousy she had expected to feel. 

During the next half hour, Angela told her side of the story to Pam. She 
said she had known it was wrong, but she hadn't been able to help herself. 
Her desire to fuck Josh's friend had been too strong to resist. 

"I knew it was wrong, but there was nothing I could do!" Angela wept. "I 
couldn't stop myself!" 

"I know, I know," Pam soothed her. 

"How can you know? How can anybody know what it was like?" 

Pam got up from her chair. She went across the room and sat next to Angela 
on the sofa. She poured each of them a fresh martini from the pitcher. 

"I know," she murmured to Angela. "I just know, that's all. You have to 
believe me." 

"You mean something like that has happened to you?" Angela asked tearfully. 

Pam nodded, trying to control her shame. If you only knew, she thought. If 
you only knew. 

Angela smiled through her tears, temporarily relieved. She sighed and bent 
her neck, so that her head rested on Pam's shoulder. 

"Oh, I don't know why that makes me feel better. But it does, in a way." 

Pam put her hand under the collar of Angela's robe, on the nape of Angela's 
neck. She massaged it tenderly, comforting the girl, drawing her even 
closer. Soon Angela was nestled against her, sobbing quietly into her 
shoulder. The salty smell of her tears and the vulnerable warmth of her body 
made Pam feel strangely sad too. 

She put her arms around Angela and embraced her. She felt strange unfamiliar 
yearnings flow through her at the touch of Angela's tear-streaked cheek 
against her bare neck. 

"It's okay, it's okay," she murmured, stroking Angela's back through the 
soft bathrobe. 

Angela turned her head and smiled up at Pam. Her eyes were murky with 
unasked questions. Pam pressed her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead, 
giving her a lingering, reassuring kiss there. 

Then, without really knowing what she was doing, she lowered her lips to 
Angela's eyes, kissing away the tears, then to the girl's tear-wet cheeks. 
And when Angela raised her mouth slightly and Pam's lips found it, 
everything seemed so-warm and natural that they were deep into the kiss 
before either of them knew it. 

Their lips pressed together with aching tenderness. The slow lingering 
beauty of their kiss went on and on until Angela's lips parted as Pam's 
tongue slipped into her mouth. Pam felt Angela's tongue curling around her 
own. She felt herself sizzling with excitement as their embrace grew 
tighter. Their hands groped urgently for one another's flesh through the 
fabric of their clothes. 

Now they kissed with more freedom, more heat, more urgency. When the kiss 
broke off, they were both gasping. They gazed at each other, their eyes 
burning. 

"I've never done that," Angela said. "I mean, never kissed a woman." Her 
face was flushed, but her eyes were still murky. 

"Neither have I," Pam whispered. 

"I want to do it again." 

"I do too. But what if we don't stop?" 

"Do you want to stop?" Angela asked shyly. 

Pam shook her head. She closed her eyes and felt Angela's lips on her neck. 
Angela kissed her throat, then her chin, then her mouth again. This time, 
instead of simply kissing, they fondled each other. 

Pam knew that if anything had to be more wrong than her and Josh, it was her 
and Angela doing this. But her sister-in-law's searching mouth and probing 
wet tongue drove her wild with excitement. 

I don't care! she thought. I don't care about anything! I just want her! I 
want her so bad! 

She slipped one hand between the buttons of Angela's robe and found her big 
tits. They were warm and smooth against her palm, the nipples soft and 
swollen as she touched them with her fingers. 

Angela sighed. She moaned against Pam's teeth and sucked on her lower lip. 
Her eyelids fluttered and she whispered huskily, "Are we going to fuck? Are 
we really going to do it?" 

Instead of answering her, Pam withdrew her hand and rapidly began to 
unbutton the robe. She exposed Angela's firm round breasts and lowered her 
mouth to the woman's wide brown nipple. She flicked it with her tongue. The 
soft bud was already flecked with tiny excited bumps. 

Pam sucked the big areola between her lips. Then she gently bit the whole 
large nipple with her teeth. She swirled her wet tongue around it, feeling 
it stiffen and throb. She had never had her mouth on a woman's boob before, 
but she felt no shame or guilt. 

She felt warm and passionate. She cupped Angela's firm tits in her hands, 
admiring their almost perfect roundness, filling her palms with their warm 
smoothness. She could feel the excited blood race through her body as she 
closed her lips again over Angela's erect blood-engorged nipples. 

Angela sank into the sofa. She tossed her head and whimpered as Pam's lips 
and tongue explored her taut pulsing nipples. Hers must be even more 
sensitive than mine, Pam thought. The way Angela squirmed and moaned under 
her mouth excited her. 

"Oh, Jesus, it's never been so good, never!" Angela groaned. She opened her 
eyes and stared hotly at Pam. "I want to take your clothes off." 

Her fingers shook with excitement as she tried to unbutton Pam's blouse 
faster than it could be done. 

"Not so fast," Pam told her, helping with the buttons herself. 

"I want it fast," Angela panted. 

Pam slipped her blouse off her shoulders. She reached behind to unfasten her 
bra. 

"But we can have it slow," she whispered to her sister-in-law. "As slow as 
we like." 

But Angela's eyes were swimming with desire. "I want it fast! Fast, I want 
you fast, quick, before we change our minds." 

"Oh, we won't. How could we?" Pam murmured. 

She watched Angela's eyes widen as she slipped the bra straps off and her 
naked tits came into view. She sighed as the girl reached out to touch them. 

"They're so white against your tan," Angela whispered, touching Pam's warm 
tingling nipples. 

Pam couldn't restrain the moans that came from her throat as Angela lowered 
her head and began softly licking and sucking her sensitive nipples. Now it 
was her turn. She lay back and enjoyed for the first time the pleasure of 
another woman's mouth on her breasts. They ached and pulsed as Angela rubbed 
and squeezed them. 

Angela pulled with her soft wet lips on Pam's thick rosy nipples. They 
burned and grew tall and spiky. Angela plucked at them with her fingers. She 
rolled and pulled and pinched them lovingly. 

Both of them were gasping and writhing, filled with urgent desire. Pam 
slipped her arms around Angela's bare back. She pulled the panting girl to 
her. Their firm naked breasts mashed together. Pam's tight nipples were 
still wet with Angela's warm spittle. She burrowed her tongue into Angela's 
ear. She stroked the smooth silky flesh of her back. She kissed and gently 
bit her long creamy neck, humming low husky sounds, murmuring into her 
sister-in-law's hair. 

"I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you. Ohhhnnn, I want to fuck you!" 

Angela was almost breathless with lust. She slid down Pam's trembling body 
and tore at the belt of her skirt. Then she reached behind and unzipped it. 

"Ohhh, baby," she moaned. "I want all of you, all of you. Quick, I want you 
quick!" 

She peeled Pam's skirt and panties down her long golden thighs in one rapid 
movement. Now Pam was completely naked. She shivered with anticipation. She 
tried to control her shaking as she watched Angela slip out of her half-open 
bathrobe. 

Angela skimmed her lace panties down her tawny thighs. Then she took Pam 
back into her arms. Both of them were writhing and moaning now, trembling as 
their supple naked bodies coiled together. 

Pam ran her hands down Angela's long bare back. She touched Angela's naked 
upswept ass, squeezing the girl's asscheeks. She ran her finger up and down 
the warm crack between them. 

Angela was kissing her everywhere. She tried to relax, to enjoy it fully. 
She yielded to the pleasure brought by Angela's mouth and hands. Angela 
kissed her ribs, her flat silken stomach. She felt the girl's tongue dip 
into her navel. 

"Ohhhhnnnn ... ohhh, god!" Pam moaned. "Let's do it on the bed, baby. On the 
bed. I can't move enough here." 

The sofa was too small to hold their trembling, squirming bodies. Pam was 
cramped, but Angela was hot with urgency. She slid down between Pam's spread 
thighs. Her tiny sharp teeth nipped at Pam's soft cunt flesh. Pam struggled 
up to a half-sitting position. 

"On the bed, honey, on the bed!" she panted to Angela. 

"I want you!" Angela gasped. "I want you too!" 

Her eyes glazed, pulsing with lust for Pam, Angela nodded. "Okay, hurry!" 

They got up from the sofa and went quickly into the bedroom. Pam shut the 
door. Angela went to the bed and stripped off the covers. They stroked each 
other and sank slowly down onto the cool sheet. They coiled together, now 
free to move in whatever way they wished. 

"Ohhhh, no, nowwwww," Pam murmured, running her hands all over Angela's warm 
smooth body. "Ohhhh, I love your body, I love it! You're so beautiful. Now 
we can fuck. Now we can fuck and fuck, now, yessss, nowwww!" 

She scooped up Angela's round tits and sucked at the large brown nipples 
again. But Angela swarmed over her so urgently that she couldn't hold on to 
the girl. Pam realized that neither of them had ever done this before. They 
were a little clumsy at it. 

She wanted to eat Angela's cunt just as much as Angela wanted to eat hers. 
But before she could squirm around into a good position for it, her whole 
body convulsed with pleasure as she felt Angela's mouth passionately kissing 
her wet crack! 

"Unnnhhhh! Ohhhnnn! Oh, god! Aaahhhnnnnn!" she cried out. 

Her hips jerked and gyrated helplessly as sweet sexual sensations shot 
through her flowing pussy. Her feverish fingers grasped and stroked Angela's 
body. But when Angela's tongue slithered into the depths of her aching cunt, 
she nearly gagged with pleasure. She dropped her hands. She yielded her body 
completely to her sister-in-law. 

Angela's tongue searched and probed at the hot and wet lips of her burning 
slit. It rasped against the taut bundle of nerves in her clit. Crazy wailing 
sounds came from Pam's throat. She moaned and writhed. She rotated her 
quivering pelvis, thrusting her horny cunt up over Angela's invading mouth. 

Weak with pleasure, Pam surrendered totally. "Fuck me, eat me, do anything 
to me, honey, Angela, anything you want! It's so good, it's never been like 
this!" 

She heard the quick lip-smacking sounds Angela's mouth made as the girl 
gobbled her seething, juicing pussy. Her fingers found Angela's bobbing 
head. She pulled Angela's mouth onto her juicy slit. She clamped Angela's 
head in her bucking thighs and squeezed it, trying to magnify the intense 
sensations the girl was bringing alive in her cunt. 

She knew she would come. Any second now she would explode. But she didn't 
want to, not yet. She wanted it to go on forever. 

"Ohhnnn, baby, make it last!" she panted to Angela. "Make it go on forever, 
please! God, it's so good! Oh! Oh, Jesus, honey! I'm ... I'm going to come, 
ah! Ahhhnnn!" 

Angela wanted it to go on forever too. But she knew how close Pam was. Her 
mouth went for the hard burning nub of Pam's clit. She tongued and sucked it 
wildly. Pam erupted. 

"UNNNEEEEE! OOHHHNNN! AAIIIEEE!" she screeched. 

Her body was wrenched by hot shooting spasms. Her climax ripped through her. 
She lay, burning and shuddering and sobbing as it wrenched her with shock 
aftershock of lust. 

The hot torrents of coming made her black out briefly. When her mind 
cleared, she opened her eyes and found that her head was between Angela's 
yawning thighs. The long red wet gash of Angela's pussy was just inches from 
her lips. 

She extended her tongue and licked the puffy slick cuntlips on each side of 
the gaping red hole. Angela's hips jerked into quick bucking motions. Her 
ass wriggled. Her thighs flexed as she groaned and whinnied, digging her 
fingers into the rumpled sheet. 

"Aauunnghh! Uunng!" she grunted. "Fast, do it fast! Hard, do it fast and 
hard, baby! Oh yessss, like that, aannghh!" 

Pam pressed her face onto the girl's juicy pussy. She jabbed her tongue deep 
into the tangy slit, tongue-fucking Angela wildly. She had never put her 
mouth on another woman's cunt before. But her body throbbed with hot 
excitement as she rooted in Angela's wet quim with her tongue. The mewling 
and whimpering sounds Angela made excited Pam further. 

She devoured the shimmering red gash of the girl's pussy, licking the mushy 
wet folds from top to bottom. She sucked the swollen cuntlips, then tickled 
the pulsing bud of Angela's erect clit until Angela was screaming and 
thrashing wildly. 

Angela's hips quivered and bucked off the bed, flinging her cunt up over 
Pam's mouth. Pam grasped the girl's flexing thighs, trying to hold her 
steady. She tongue-raped the girl's flooding pussy with a mad passion. She 
dug her fingers into Angela's jouncing ass and Angela whooped with lust. 

"Oh, god, oh, god, yessssss!" she hissed through her teeth. "Squeeze me, 
squeeze my ass, squeeze my tits! Aaauunnnnnn!" 

Still wildly sucking Angela's pussy, Pam slid her hands up to the girl's 
wobbling hard-nippled breasts. She caught them and squeezed them 
mercilessly. At the same moment, she clasped her lips on Angela's taut clit 
and sucked deeply. 

Almost immediately, Angela's body shook with convulsions as the hot spasms 
of her climax seized her. 

"YAIIEEEEEE! UNH! AAUUGHNNNN! YAIIEEEEE!" she screamed, shattered by her 
orgasm. 

Pam held onto her. The aftershocks of the climax undulated through her body 
for a long time. Finally, Pam slid up the girl's lovely body and kissed her 
mouth. 

"Pam," Angela panted, still shocked by the intensity of the orgasm she had 
just experienced. "Oh, baby, you know what we've done. We'll never be able 
to stop now!" 

"Do you want to stop?" Pam asked. She licked Angela's earlobe. She reached 
down and gently rubbed Angela's tender pussy. She wanted to eat it again. 
She wanted to fuck again, now, quickly. 

Angela winced with pleasure. "Oh, no! No, never!" she answered. 

"Is anybody coming over tonight? Have you got anything planned?" Pam 
whispered into her ear, following the words with her tongue. 

"No," Angela's voice quavered. 

"Then why don't we go drink another martini and have a bite to eat? And then 
settle down to a long slow all-night fuck? How does that sound? 

Angela bit her lower lip. Her cunt was already wet again and she rolled her 
hips up onto Pam's hand. 

"God," she gasped, "I just don't know if I can wait even that long." 

CHAPTER THREE 

Pam grew worried. She and Angela had fucked all night long. If anything, the 
experience had been even more intense than the one with Josh. She didn't 
know her body was capable of so many orgasms, one right after another. 

Maybe that's the reason you're not supposed to do it with another woman, she 
thought. Because she knows how to fuck you so good. And she never gets 
tired. The two of you can just fuck and fuck forever, until neither one of 
you can lift a finger any more. 

What worried Pam was that she seemed to have climbed up to another level of 
sexual pleasure. She had always enjoyed sex. But after she had let her 
brother fuck her, everything changed. 

She found herself craving sex all of the time. She wanted to be fucked all 
of the time. It was a throbbing, aching need in her. It was a continuous 
wetness and itchiness in her cunt. 

She was sure it was visible in her eyes. She was afraid to look at other 
people, for fear they would think she was a nympho. How can I be that? she 
asked herself. I never was one before. You can't just turn into one 
overnight, can you? 

She finally decided that the only way to overcome it was to use fierce 
self-discipline. She would prove she was no nympho. She gave up sex 
completely. Although she worried about not hearing from either Josh or 
Angela, she tried to keep busy. She worked harder than ever, came home and 
wrote letters, cleaned house, washed dishes and swam in the apartment's 
pool. 

But whenever her roommate Catherine was gone from the apartment, even for 
the briefest run down to the store, Pam would lie down on the sofa or the 
bed and quickly fingerfuck herself into wild wrenching climaxes. Her cunt 
always seemed so juicy and ready, her clit so swollen and tender. She never 
failed to come, like a string of firecrackers going off, the moment she 
plunged her hand into her tingling wet crack. She didn't know what was 
happening to her, but she couldn't help it. 

Almost a month had passed. She hadn't heard a thing from either Josh or 
Angela. Of course, she hadn't contacted them either. She knew all of them 
could hardly avoid feeling guilty and confused about the whole thing. 

But as time went on, she began to wonder why neither one had tried to reach 
her. Could they have got back together? If so, she should be happy. They 
were family. She would be happy for them. 

Like hell! Truthfully, she didn't want them to get back together at all. She 
wanted them apart. She wanted to go to bed with each of them again. And 
again! The desire to do it again was nearly overwhelming. 

On the other hand, she wondered if she shouldn't just use this long 
separation from them to stop the whole thing. It could be part of her will 
power and self-discipline. True, she had fucked the both of them. It had 
been glorious. It would be a great memory. But she was no nympho. She was 
normal! Completely normal! 

Maybe the best thing she could do would be to actually help them get back 
together. Once they were reunited, they wouldn't dare tell one another about 
their experiences with her. They would no longer be a danger to her. The 
temptation for her to call either one of them would be reduced. 

She didn't know exactly how to do it. She didn't even know, for example, 
where Josh was. For days, she turned it over in her mind. She was just about 
to give up in frustration when, one evening, Josh finally phoned. He asked 
if he could come over. His voice on the phone was thick with desire for her. 

As she spoke to him, Pam felt her whole body ripple with sexual fire. She 
realized how dangerous it would be to her will power if she consented. But 
on the other hand, how would she ever get them back together if she didn't 
start somewhere? 

Her roommate Catherine, as understanding as ever, agreed to go out to a 
movie for the evening. Pam told her brother he could come over for a glass 
of wine and a talk. 

While she waited for him to arrive, she put on three layers of clothing, 
trying to make herself as unattractive as possible. She put on a bra, some 
panties, then a very tight body-stocking over them so that her full figure 
was straightened and compressed. Then she put on a shapeless housecoat that 
she usually only wore when she was sick. 

But when Josh came to the door, somehow it didn't matter. His eyes burned 
into her as if she were wearing nothing at all. She invited him in and 
poured two glasses of wine. They sat sedately across from each other, with a 
coffee table between them, not really knowing what to say. 

"I ... thought I'd hear from you sooner," Pam said hesitantly. 

The second she said it, she knew it was the wrong thing to say. It sounded 
so coy and flirtatious, almost seductive. Josh nodded and sipped his wine. 

"I really wanted to call. I almost called you a thousand times, Pam. But 
each time I stopped, because I thought you'd probably refuse me. Because 
you'd feel the same way I did." 

"How was that?" 

"I wanted you. I still want you. I haven't been able to get you out of my 
mind." 

"But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have you?" 

He shook his head and grinned sardonically. His rugged jaw and white even 
teeth made Pam yearn to feel his mouth everywhere on her body. 

"No," he said. "As a matter of fact, I've been going through a whole line of 
them, just trying to find the one that could make me forget you.' 

"And Angela?" 

"I haven't seen her since I last saw you." 

Somehow that made Pam feel very good. 

"Did you find anyone who could make you ... forget?" she asked. 

She hated herself for being so coy again. But the fact that he wanted her 
that much made her feel good. Josh shook his head again. 

"There isn't anyone," he said. 

This is getting out of control already, Pam thought. I promised myself I 
wouldn't let it happen. And yet here it goes anyway. 

"Look, Josh," she said, trying to force the conversation back on the track 
where it belonged. "I know how you feel. I've been feeling that way too. But 
we can't let it get the best of us. You know as well as I do that it's 
wrong. I'm your sister. What we did was beautiful. It still is, when I 
remember it. But you know it can't go on that way. It's not normal. We'll 
feel guiltier and guiltier. I want you very much. But I've decided I can't 
do that anymore. It started a whole bunch of things that are really 
confusing me. I think the only way to stop them is to try and be healthy. 
Normal. Know what I mean?" 

"What things?" Josh asked, faintly jealous. 

"Never mind what things," Pam replied, embarrassed. "Look, for one thing, 
I'm worried about Angela. She's acting a little strange. I know she hurt 
you, but surely you've hurt her in turn enough by now. Why don't you two-" 

"You've been talking to her?" he interrupted. 

"I ... saw her a few times. I think she needs you very much." 

Josh glared at Pam. His eyes flickered with obvious passion and 
determination. 

"I don't want her," he said. "I want you." 

Pam shook her head. She looked down at the floor, trying to keep the 
yearning desires of her body under control. 

"You can't have me," she whispered, trying to mean it. "Not any more. I 
think you should go back to your wife. We had something good, we can always 
remember it ..." 

She stared at the floor. Her eyes were half-filled with tears. She didn't 
see Josh rise from his chair. She only felt him coming around the coffee 
table. She felt his arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down 
onto hers. 

She kissed him back and parted her lips for his invading tongue. Her 
quivering body dissolved into pliant undulations as his hands dug into her 
flesh through the layers of clothes. 

Oh, god, Josh! I want you, I want you so much, I want you to fuck me and 
fuck me forever! But we can't! I made up my mind and we just can't! she 
thought. 

"We can't, Josh, we can't!" she wept, pulling away from him. "I told you 
that." 

But Josh was not to be put off so easily. He held her face in his hands and 
bruised her swollen lips with his rough mouth. His hands slid down her body 
as he kissed her. He clawed her responsive flesh through the housecoat. Pam 
began to whimper and writhe. She felt the huge gristly lump of Josh's cock 
push into her thigh as she squirmed. 

"Pam, oh, Pam," he growled, kissing her neck and throat. He dug his fingers 
into her bouncy tits through her bra. "I haven't been able to think of 
anything but you! You know it's been the same for you! You know it!" 

"I know! Ohhhhnnnnn, I know!" she sobbed. "But we can't! We can't!" 

Wriggling out of his strong embrace, she jumped to her feet. She padded a 
few steps across the room and turned to him. 

"You have to go back to her, Josh. Maybe when you get back together with 
her, then we ... then we can ..." 

It sounded so strange to her, this proposal she was making, that for a 
moment she thought she might be going crazy. But maybe it would work. 
Already he was coming toward her again. 

"You mean, once I get back together with her, then I can have you?" Josh 
asked, incredulous. 

Pam gulped back her sobs and bit her lower lip. "Why not?" she said in a 
meek, small voice. 

Josh reached out and gripped the neckline of her ugly old housecoat. With 
one violent motion, he ripped the entire thing off of her body. The cloth 
screamed as it tore. Pam's hot flesh quivered with excitement. She had never 
been raped. Her knees turned to jello as she anticipated what might happen 
now. 

"Josh ... Josh, no, no!" she whimpered, backing away from him. 

But he wouldn't let her get away. He was on her again, enfolding her in his 
strong arms. His fingers tore at the snaps in the crotch of the 
body-stocking, trying to figure out how to get it off her, too. 

"I want you, Pam!" he breathed into her ear. "I want to fuck you. I've been 
waiting so long, I can't help it. I want to fuck you. I've got to fuck you!" 

"Ohhhhnnnn!" Pam moaned. 

She was on the verge of yielding to him. What did it matter, all those 
healthy impulses she had been trying to maintain before he arrived? Her body 
needed him. Her pussy was wet and seething. She wanted to feel it filled by 
the plunging hard stalk of her brother's huge stiff cock! 

Josh's frenzied fingers made the body-stocking unsnap. He pulled it up to 
her midriff. His hands moved hungrily over her smooth belly. They dipped 
beneath the elastic band of her panties, darting down into her wet thatch. 
His fingers probed lower, finding the wet aching lips of her cunt. 

"Nooooo! Nooooo!" Pam moaned, hissing with pleasure at the same time. 

Quickly, an idea came to her. It was an idea that just might save them both! 
She had to show herself that her will power was real, that she wasn't 
nympho, that she could overcome this crazy need of her body. She was 
delirious with the need to have her brother fuck her, until she exploded 
with rapturous coming. 

But she couldn't let him. Suddenly, surprising him, she turned into a 
tornado of lust herself. She swarmed over him, sinking to her knees, tearing 
at his belt buckle. 

"Josh, ohhnnn, Josh!" she panted, groping at his zipper. "Let me suck you! 
Let me, ohhh, let me suck you and blow you. I want you to fuck me in the 
mouth. I never got to take it in my mouth last time. Let me this time, 
please? Oh, please, please! Let me suck you?" 

Josh was taken by surprise. She had been resisting him. Now she was nearly 
devouring his crotch, tugging at his pants. She was trying to free his 
cramped, aching prick, panting and whimpering urgently as her hands tore at 
his clothing. 

Pam pulled him down beside her and onto the floor. She yanked his pants and 
shorts down to his ankles. Then she ran her wet lips all over his hot 
blood-filled prick. 

"Oh, Josh, ohhnnn, baby!" she moaned. "It's so beautiful, it's so big! I 
want to eat it! I want to swallow it!" 

Pam held her brother's massive twitching cock in both hands and licked it up 
and down. Everything she had said to him was true. She had never seen a 
prick like his before. It was so thick and long, so fierce and lovely. She 
closed her mouth over the flaring purplish head of his cock and sucked it 
eagerly. 

Josh was surprised by her sudden voracious appetite for his cock. But he 
wasn't about to refuse the pleasures she was offering. Not when she began 
gobbling, stroking and sucking his jumping, throbbing cock like a lollipop. 
He just laid back on the floor, bucking his hips gently up into her down 
thrusting mouth. He dug his fingers into her hair, panting softly as he felt 
the juices boil in his balls. 

Pam was wildly in need of a climax herself. But the joy of her brother's 
huge jerking cock in her mouth drove everything else out of her mind. She 
knew it would work. She would get Josh's rocks off for him so beautifully 
that he would be more agreeable to her plan. 

So she sailed down on his wet enormous bulging prick again and again. She 
rolled his big soft balls in her fingers. She dripped warm spit on the 
swollen head of his prick. She stabbed it with her tongue, then sucked it 
part-way down her throat, hearing her brother gag and groan with pleasure. 

Oh, come, come! she pleaded to herself. Let me drink you! Let me drink you, 
baby! Oh, yessss, yesssss! 

Suddenly, Josh began to stiffen and buck his hips violently. He drove the 
huge twitching pole of his cock up into her mouth. He jammed it into her 
throat so roughly that she coughed and choked. He grabbed her head with both 
hands and began fucking her mouth viciously. 

Pam shut her eyes and yielded to him completely. Come, oh, come, baby! she 
moaned to herself. Now he was fiercely fucking her throat, but she gagged 
deliriously and let him do it. In only seconds, she felt the warm milky gobs 
of his cum squirting deep into her mouth. His prick spurted into her throat 
and she gulped the jism down thirstily. She swallowed it and sucked for 
more, humming happily as the last beads of it trickled down her ravaged 
throat. 

When it was over, Josh slumped back, exhausted. Pam caressed his limp cock 
and licked it. At this instant, she had never been hornier in her life. She 
wanted desperately for him to fuck her. 

But it is a selfish, perverted lust I feel, she told herself. She had to 
control it. Giving into it would only bring them all more trouble. She had 
to sacrifice her own selfish urges. 

She pulled her rumpled body-stocking down over her panties again and snapped 
it tight. Then she kissed her smiling brother and whispered to him. 

"You see what I mean, don't you, baby? If we go on this way, it's just too 
dangerous. Sooner or later, one of us will have to end it. But if you're 
with Angela, then once in a while ..." 

Josh nodded. He was still grinning from the immense satisfaction her 
head-job had given him. 

"I suppose you're right," he said. "But I'm still puzzled about why you're 
so interested in Angela's well-being." 

"I think she needs you a lot more than she could ever say." 

"But what about you?" 

"I need you too," Pam whispered, glancing down at the mammoth limp monster 
of his prick. "But you're my brother. Believe me, baby, it's almost too 
frightening!" 

"Maybe you're right," Josh nodded again. "I guess I should give her a call." 

Suddenly, Pam felt the strange jealousy again. She trailed her fingers 
seductively down his bare chest. 

"She's very lovely," she whispered. "Promise you won't enjoy fucking her so 
much that you never come back to me, just once in a while?" 

Josh pulled her down on top of him. He kissed her mouth roughly. She could 
feel his massive prick throbbing to life again. It pressed into the naked 
flesh of her thigh. 

"Never a chance of that," he groaned, digging his fingers into her ass. 

Pam knew she had to get rid of him quickly. Otherwise she would throw 
caution to the winds and surrender her body to him completely. She hopped 
up, out of his grasp and shook her head. 

"Not until afterward," she said, smiling. 

Josh stood up glumly and pulled up his pants. 

"I guess that gives me an extra reason to get started on this quickly, eh?" 
he grinned. 

Pam nodded and kissed him goodbye at the door. But as soon as she shut the 
door behind him, she went to her bedroom and locked the door. Then she took 
her vibrator out of the drawer. 

She quickly slipped out of the body-stocking and her underwear. She needed 
to come so badly that her whole body was shaking. I need it, ohhhnnnnn, I 
need it! she moaned to herself. 

She lay on the bed and started the vibrator. Then she carefully touched the 
pointed buzzing tip of it to her swollen, aching clit. Within seconds, she 
was thrashing about and holding back her screams, pulverized by abrupt 
shock-waves of hot coming. 

She jabbed the vibrator into her cunt again and again. And she came again 
and again, relieving the pressure in her convulsing naked body. 

But all the time she wished she had let him fuck her. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Another week passed, during which she heard nothing from either of them. But 
her mind was full of them. Her body craved them. She desperately wanted to 
feel Josh's prick in her. She wanted to feel Angela's mouth on her nipples, 
Angela's, tongue on her clit. 

One day at work, the fantasies of being fucked by both of them at once got 
so feverish that it made her physically sick. Fortunately, her boss insisted 
that she go home and go to bed. 

Oh, yes! she thought, riding home on the bus. I will go to bed. You can 
count on that. She had decided to phone Angela, since she had no way of 
knowing how to reach Josh. I can't help it! she said to herself. I want her! 

She was trembling as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. The thought of 
being in bed with Angela again, climaxing almost endlessly as they had done 
before, was unbearably exciting. At the same time, she was flushed with 
shame over not being able to maintain her self-control, which she had staked 
so much on. 

But her head was swimming with such giddy anticipation that she was not 
prepared for what happened when she unlocked the door of her apartment. The 
chain lock was fastened from the inside. The door wouldn't open more than 
about three inches before the chain stopped it. 

That meant Catherine was home, even though she was supposed to be at work. 
Pam almost called out to have her unfasten the lock, when suddenly she heard 
a soft quivery moan. 

Was it Catherine? Pam blushed, growing embarrassed. Maybe Catherine was 
fucking some man. Pam knew she should shut the door right then, go away and 
come back later. But her fascination was too intense. She couldn't resist 
listening even harder. 

"Ummmm," Catherine hummed in a throaty voice. "Just my bra? Are you sure? 
You promise you won't go any further?" 

Whoever was with Catherine only whispered something, soft and low. Pam 
peered through the open crack in the door, trying to glimpse something. But 
the two of them were sitting on the sofa, which was around the corner from 
the door. This made it possible for Pam to hear them clearly, but not to see 
anything. 

"Ohhhnnn," Catherine sighed sensually. "You know, I've never done anything 
like this. Why am I letting you do this? Does Pam do this with you?" 

Pam's curiosity jumped a notch higher. The voice that softly replied to 
Catherine's was Angela's! 

"Didn't you like touching mine? Sucking them like that?" Angela murmured, 
ignoring the question about Pam. 

"It just ... took me by surprise," Catherine murmured. "I mean, I was only 
kind of curious when you first kissed me like that. But then you took off 
your sweater and you weren't even wearing a bra and ... I just couldn't help 
myself. Your boobs are so beautiful, so smooth and springy, I just ..." 

"Can I touch yours too? And kiss them?" 

Angela's voice was thick and sultry, with a desire that was familiar to Pam. 
Pam felt her cunt ooze with warm juice just from hearing it. 

"You promise you won't go any further?" Catherine asked. 

"I promise. I wouldn't do anything you don't want." 

"I've never done anything like this before." 

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it." 

"But there's supposed to be!" Catherine protested. 

"Here, just turn around this way and let me take it off." 

"I can take it off for you." 

"I want to take it off myself," Angela said sexily. 

"Ohhhhnnnn!" 

"You're shivering. Ummmm, your skin tastes so good. There, there we go." 

Then there was silence. Then fast hissing breathing. Then Catherine's soft 
sighing and moaning. 

"Ohhhnnnn! Oh, god, it feels so good!" 

Pam's hand trembled on the doorknob. She snatched it back, fearing to make a 
noise that would alert them to her eavesdropping. Her face was hot and 
flushed, her blood pounding. She could hear Angela's husky humming. She 
could even hear the soft wet sounds Angela's lips made as she sucked 
Catherine's nipples. And Catherine's excited whimpering nearly drove her 
crazy! 

She was paralyzed with curiosity, envy, even jealousy. For over a year, she 
and Catherine had shared the same apartment. But they had never seen one 
another naked. They had not been excessively modest, but only decent about 
it. 

Still, Pam knew that her roommate had a beautiful body. Long creamy white 
legs, a small waist, full high tits. But she had never seen Catherine's 
naked boobs. And now Angela had her mouth on them and was drawing gasps of 
pleasure from Catherine! 

Pam didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to break in and tear them 
apart. Angela was hers! For weeks she had been seething with desire for her 
sister-in-law. She had suffered through agonizing fantasies about lying in 
her arms again and groaning through one burning climax after another. 

Part of her hated Catherine for getting what she herself wanted. Another 
part of her hated Angela for giving it to Catherine instead of her. But 
also, part of her wanted to keep listening to the incredibly exciting sounds 
they were making. 

She knew they wouldn't be able to stop. They would have to go on. And she 
wanted to overhear them fucking. She wanted to see them too, but there was 
no way she could do it. 

She wanted to join them! But if she made her presence known, just that might 
be enough to panic Catherine, who was completely new to the experience. 

"Ohhhh, baby," Angela sighed. "Your nipples taste so good! They're so big 
and pointy and dark red. I want to swallow them!" 

"You're making me want to come!" Catherine hissed as she sucked breath past 
her clenched teeth. "We've got to stop this. Ohhhhh, we have to stop!" 

"Noooo! Oh, noooo, how could we stop? Don't you like me to suck you like 
this? And lick you here? And pinch them?" 

"Unnnnhhhh! Oh, God! Yessss, I love it!" 

"Oh, good! And what about this? How does that feel?" 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Catherine gasped sharply. 

Pam raised her fist to her mouth and bit into it. What were they doing? She 
wanted to die from not being able to see it. What was Angela doing to her? 

"And this? And this?" Angela murmured playfully. 

"Oh, god! Oh, god, I'm going to explode!" Catherine whimpered. 

"Relax ... just relax! Lie back, that's right. I only want to love you, 
Catherine. I only want to make love to you." 

"But you promised!" Catherine gasped. 

"Your stomach is so white and smooth. I'm only kissing your stomach. Don't 
you like the feel of my mouth on it?" 

"Oh, yesssss! But you promised! No further. Please, Angela!" 

"Don't worry, Catherine. Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything you don't 
want. I promise." 

"Oh, please! Please!" Catherine panted, her voice shaky with excitement and 
anxiety. 

"Why don't you touch my body?" Angela suggested. "Here, let me take these 
off." 

Pam heard the sound of a zipper. She could hear the quick sounds of Angela 
shedding her skirt and panties. 

"There," Angela breathed. "Why don't you put your mouth all over my body, 
Catherine? Please. Anywhere you want." 

These words made Pam's body yearn with lust. She wanted to be the one to put 
her mouth all over Angela's beautiful writhing naked body. 

"Oh, Angela, you're so beautiful, so lovely," Catherine said. 

"You can do anything you want to me." 

"I ... don't know what to do!" 

"Just touch me." 

"Ohhhh, you're so warm! So smooth and warm!" 

"Here, put your hands on my ass. Squeeze me like that. Ohhhnnn! Yes, like 
that! Squeeze them hard!" 

"I want to put my mouth on them," Catherine whispered shyly. "On your 
asscheeks. I want to kiss them." 

"Do it. Oh, please, do it, baby!" 

Pam was gripped by such violent hot shivering that she had to cling to the 
door jamb. Her own breath was wheezing in and out of her throat. Her crotch 
was a soupy stew of juice. She knew from the hissing sounds of pleasure 
Angela made that Catherine was kissing and kneading her round perky 
asscheeks, licking and nibbling them. And the sensations were driving Angela 
wild. 

"Ohhhnnn, baby, Angela!" Catherine panted. "You're so wet, your ... cunt." 

"My cunt! Yessss, my cunt!" Angela hissed. 

Catherine spoke the word as if it were a forbidden spell, a bewitchingly 
exciting thing to say. 

"Your cunt! It's so wet, so puffy and shiny," she repeated. 

"Kiss it, baby. Kiss my cunt, please kiss it," Angela moaned, her voice 
quivering with lust. 

"Ohhh, I can't! I just can't!" 

Abruptly, Angela changed her tactics. Her voice betrayed only a slight 
twinge of disappointment. But she was patient. She was patient in the way 
Pam knew anyone would have to be with Catherine at a moment like this. Pam 
knew-as Angela also knew, but Catherine did not yet know-that Catherine was 
only minutes away from yielding completely to the hot lesbian fuck that 
Angela wanted to give her. 

Angela had worked the girl into such a pitch of feverish excitement that 
there was no way she could lose her now. She just had to be patient, to lead 
her along slowly. 

"Here, here," Angela soothed. "Let me turn around and hold you again like 
this. And kiss you. Ohhhnnnn, isn't that good? Feel my breasts against 
yours. Put your hands on my ass again. Oh, that's right, like that! And 
squeeze them and rub them. Oh, Catherine, you make me feel so good!" 

"Angela," Catherine's voice quavered bashfully. "I really wanted to. I 
really wanted to kiss your cunt, but I ..." 

"Don't worry about it. There's nothing to worry about. Don't you like the 
feel of our bodies rubbing together like this?" 

"Oh, I love it! I just love it!" Catherine cried. 

"But don't you think it would feel even better if you took off your jeans so 
that I could feel your bare legs? You could leave your panties on." 

"Angela," Catherine whispered shyly, but playfully too, "you just want to 
get into my pants!" 

For a moment, there was a very solemn pause. All Pam could hear was the 
ferocious pounding of her own blood pulsing in her ears. Finally, she heard 
Angela's soft voice again, deadly serious now and thick with passion: 

"I want to eat your cunt." 

"And I want you to," Catherine replied softly. "I've never felt like this 
before." 

There was another pause. Pam knew they were kissing deeply, ardently. Then 
she could hear Catherine whimpering softly as Angela slowly unzipped her 
jeans and peeled them off. 

"Your panties are so wet," Angela whispered. 

"I ... I'm so close!" Catherine moaned. "You just don't know how close I am. 
Ever since you first touched me, I've felt like coming!" 

"Oh, baby!" Angela panted. "Here, let's get these off your ankles. I want to 
kiss your legs all over. Oh, yessss, such beautiful long legs." 

"Oh! Ohhhhh!" 

"Just relax, relax, baby." 

"I'm sorry to shake like this. I ... I just don't know what's happening to 
me. It feels so good!" 

"Just relax, baby," Angela whispered. "Just relax and let me fuck you. Let 
me make you come." 

"Anh! Ahhh! AAUUNNNGHHHH!" Catherine cried out, panting and groaning with 
pleasure. 

Now all Pam could hear was the passionate squirming of their bodies on the 
sofa. She heard Catherine's soft panting and her uncontrollable whimpering. 
She knew that Angela was hungrily slurping and tongue-jabbing the girl's 
creaming cunt, bringing Catherine higher and higher toward her explosive 
peak. 

She had never seen Catherine naked. But somehow she could picture her 
roommate lying on her back, writhing ecstatically. She could almost see 
Catherine's bare tits heaving and rolling wildly as Angela crouched between 
her spread thighs, licking and mouth-raping her wet blossoming pussy. 

Pam shut her eyes, trying to control her own rapid breathing. She pushed the 
heel of her hand against her own itching, flowing cunt, through the cloth of 
her skirt. Catherine moaned. Her voice wailed with an animalistic urgency 
that drove Pam wild. She could almost picture Catherine's smooth palpitating 
stomach, her clenching thighs, her creamy jouncing ass. 

Oh, I want you! I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you too! she hummed to 
herself. But suddenly, she was paralyzed by the hot excited shrieks of 
Catherine's orgasm. 

"Unh! Oh, Jesus! Now!" Catherine panted. "NOWWWWW! AAOWNNNG! AAHHNNNNN!" 

Hot responsive cries rose out of Pam's own throat. "Ohhnnnn!" she sighed. 
She trembled and fell against the door, rattling the chain. Reeling with 
desire, she didn't know what she was doing for a moment as she forcibly 
rattled the door again and again. 

"Let me in! Please! Please! Let me in!" she shouted crazily. 

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and saw Angela's flushed, beautiful face 
peering at her through the crack. "Pam!" Angela cried, half with shame and 
shock, half with excitement. 

Pam's eyes raced up and down over what she could see of Angela's naked body. 

"Let me in! Please, let me in," she pleaded, weak with desire. 

Quickly, Angela unfastened the chain. Within seconds, Pam was inside and the 
door was shut again. She glanced over at the sofa. Catherine was sprawled 
voluptuously on her back. She was still shaking with the velvety aftershocks 
of her climax. Her white slackened thighs were spread wide, exposing to Pam 
the whole red glistening seam of her wet come-covered crack. 

Catherine's naked body was breath-taking. Pam felt the blood course even 
more fiercely through her. Angela was embarrassed and started stammering 
apologies. 

"I just came over to see you," she said. "And you weren't here and she was 
and ..." 

But Pam didn't care about any of that. She knew she ought to be jealous. She 
ought to be horrified or shocked or amazed, or something. But instead, she 
just wanted to fuck them both! 

"I just don't know what to say," Angela kept apologizing. 

"You don't have to say anything," Pam murmured. 

She scooped up Angela's firm round tits in her hands and lowered her lips to 
the dark swelling nipples. She sucked her sister-in-law's boobs tenderly, 
then with more urgency and passion. She squeezed the firm spongy globes and 
pushed them into her hot face. 

It was wonderful! Her knees quivered. She mewled and gasped, sucking 
eagerly, feeling Angela sway and shiver, hearing her feverish sighs. 

"Oh, baby! Baby, I've missed you!" Angela moaned. 

Her quick hands had already raised Pam's sweater to her armpits. Pam raised 
her arms. Angela pulled the sweater over her head. Pam felt Angela's warm 
wet lips on her bare neck and shoulders. 

Hastily, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Angela helped 
her off with it, flinging it aside. She moaned as she cupped Pam's burning 
breasts and wildly licked the already stiff, throbbing nipples. 

Pam threw her head back and enjoyed it. She pulled Angela's face into her 
tits with her hands. The warm sexual cunt honey oozed from her pussy. 

Angela began to tear eagerly at her skirt. Pam's eyes blinked open and again 
saw Catherine on the sofa. The girl was still sprawled, languid, naked on 
the cushions. Her milky thighs were splayed and her inflamed wet cunt was 
shiny. But now she was staring at them boldly, her eyes wide with curiosity, 
murky with excitement. 

Angela already had Pam's skirt off and was peeling her panties down her legs 
when Pam reached down to her. 

"Catherine too," she murmured. "Catherine too. All of us together!" 

"Pam," Catherine said softly, her eyes wide with amazement. "I didn't know 
that you ... I mean ..." 

Both Pam and Angela went over to the naked girl on the sofa. Pam kneeled on 
the floor and took her roommate's face in her hands. She kissed Catherine's 
mouth, slipping her tongue past the girl's small even teeth. 

"You either," she whispered into Catherine's mouth. "I didn't know you ..." 

"But I ... ahhhhh!" Catherine gasped. 

Angela's hand had found her wet splayed crotch again and Pam's hands dropped 
down to her big tits. 

"Ohhhnnnn, god, that feels good!" Catherine whimpered. 

Her pale quivering body was silky smooth under Pam's hands. Pam kissed her 
neck and shoulders and squeezed her full firm boobs. She moaned with shocked 
surprise as she felt one of Angela's hands slither under her ass and tickle 
the swollen soupy lips of her pussy. 

"Ohhhnnn!" she moaned. "There's not enough room here for all three of us! I 
want both of you! I want all of us together!" 

"Let's go in one of the bedrooms!" Angela said. 

She and Pam pulled the moaning Catherine to her feet. The three of them went 
to the closest bedroom, which was Pam's. Pam rapidly stripped the bed of its 
coverings. The mattress sank softly under Angela's beautiful body as she lay 
across it. 

Pam and Catherine climbed onto the bed on either side of her. They pressed 
her between them, kissing her face, breathing into her ears. She shivered 
and moaned, writhing, her smooth supple body pliant and trembling under 
their moving hands. 

"Oh, god, it's been so long!" she panted. "I'm so close, so close! Oh, Pam!" 

Pam kissed her, while Catherine slid down Angela's squirming body. She 
tongued the girl's wide dark nipples, sucking them to stiffness. Then she 
slid further down, over Angela's sleek, heaving stomach. Catherine's fingers 
massaged Angela's shaking thighs. She gazed hotly at the girl's ripe cunt, 
lowering her face and extending her tongue. 

A low husky moan rose out of Angela's throat as she felt Catherine's tongue 
slide into her hot and wet slit. Gasping, she tossed her head to and fro. 
She smiled with intense pleasure, clenching her teeth, sucking sharp breaths 
into her lungs. 

"Unnn ... unnnnn, oh! Oh! Jesus! Oh, god! Unnnn, yessss!" 

Angela's helpless moans of pleasure inflamed Catherine. She pushed her whole 
mouth over the girl's gaping wet pussy. She sucked at it thirstily, slurping 
and gobbling. She tormented Angela's clit with flicks of her wild tongue. 

Angela began to pitch and roll. Pam held her shoulders tightly. She dropped 
her mouth to Angela's dark spiky swollen nipples, tugging on them with her 
lips until they were stiff rubbery cones rising from Angela's jiggling tits. 

Suddenly, an exciting, fantastic idea leapt into her lust-simmering brain. 
She straddled Angela with her thighs and held the girl's right boob in her 
hands. Then she lowered her sopping-wet sizzling pussy down onto the long 
springy bud of Angela's erect nipple. 

She felt the nipple slide between the hot, swollen lips of her cunt. She 
scooped the resilient flesh of Angela's tit up with her fingers, bucking her 
pelvis, feeding the breast into her humid, hot slit. 

The sensations were almost too much for either of them to bear. She couldn't 
take her eyes off the sight of her stiff nipple clasped between Pam's 
glistening cuntlips. Her hands feverishly danced over the flesh of Pam's 
clenching thighs. 

She squirmed, pushing her tit further up into Pam's cunt. At the same time, 
she was going insane with pleasure from the tongue-mauling Catherine was 
giving her own fiery slit. 

Gently, but firmly, grasping Angela's full breast, Pam drew the wet pointing 
nipple up and down her aching crease. Her buttery warm cuntlips were bathed 
in velvet hotness. She rubbed them up and down on Angela's tit, fucking 
herself with Angela's stiff big nipple, jabbing her throbbing clit with it. 

The fantastic sensations drove her into gagging, giddy, wheezing shivers of 
lust. Beneath her, Angela was straining and groaning. Catherine had 
tongue-fucked her into a stupendous climax. 

"AAAUUWWOONNG!" Angela cried out, thrashing wildly. "AAHHNNNN! OH! OH! 
AAAUUUNNG!" 

Pam's whose body was shaking. She was weak and pliant with desire. She dug 
her fingers into Angela's boob. She wanted to stuff the entire lovely globe 
of firm tit flesh into her cunt. Angela was still moaning and whimpering 
through her climax. 

Oh, god, I'm going to come! Pam thought. I'm going to come too! 

She was too weak to stay on her knees. She slumped to the mattress beside 
the moaning Angela, pleading and begging with need. 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me! Please, somebody fuck meeeee!" she moaned aloud. 

Pam was beside herself with need. She could feel the skimming jolts of her 
gathering climax ripple through her cunt. Her swollen clit pulsated, ready 
to burst. She didn't know precisely how it happened, but suddenly the two 
other girls were swarming all over her. 

They squeezed her feverish naked flesh everywhere. Their hungry mouths were 
on her nipples, her belly, her ass. They clung to her and pressed against 
her. And Pam's undulating body, vibrant, swollen and quivering with desire, 
surrendered to them totally. 

"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me," she kept whimpering. 

She smiled and groaned as she felt a mouth tenderly kiss her throbbing 
cuntlips. Then she felt the lovely tongue slither into her channel, probing, 
stabbing, driving her mad with pleasure. At first her gasping words had been 
pleas. But now she repeated them in a low continuous groan, humming, her 
whole body on fire with the sharp building shocks of her climax. 

"Fuck me! Oh, yessss, yesss! Fuck me, fuck me ahhhhh!" 

Angela and Catherine plundered Pam's shuddering, writhing body with wild 
passion. Soft and pliant, she relaxed and surrendered to them completely. 
They could do anything to her. 

She felt them turning her, moving her into a position where they could get 
the most pleasure out of fucking her. And she willingly let them manipulate 
her body. It was Catherine who was gobbling and devouring her tingling wet 
cunt furrow. But Pam felt herself being pushed over on her side. Then she 
felt Angela's wet tongue snaking up and down the crack of her ass! 

Her thighs clenched involuntarily. Her buttocks flexed as she felt Angela's 
hands part them. Suddenly, exciting new streaks of lust leapt through her 
splayed crotch. She squealed helplessly. Her body flipped and squirmed out 
of control as a new intensity of sensations flooded her. 

Angela had wriggled her tongue into Pam's asshole. Pam squealed and groaned 
from the hot surprise and from the new hot flashes of pleasure that spurted 
through her body. 

"Aaiiieeee!" she squealed, writhing with delicious pleasure as Angela 
tongue-fucked her asshole. 

Catherine's hands had slid up to her tits, squeezing them frantically. At 
the same moment, she fastened her lips on Pam's exploding clit. Angela's 
fingers bit into her asscheeks. The girl's tongue in her ass drove Pam crazy 
with lust. A hot wrenching orgasm took her by surprise. 

"AAWOONNG! OHHNNN, JEEESUS!" she screamed, coughing and gasping helplessly 
as the fierce climax streamed through her flesh. 

"UUNNNEEEEE! UNH! OHHHH UUN-NEEEEE!" she wailed, pushing her tongue-impaled 
crotch down over their voracious mouths. 

Afterwards, she collapsed, exhausted, panting, still pressed between 
Catherine and Angela as they crawled up to embrace her. As always after 
girl-fucking, Pam felt a slight twinge of guilt. But the warmth of their 
beautiful bodies and the incredible pleasures they had given one another 
outweighed the shame. 

As she kissed Catherine, she wondered how they would ever be able to live 
together now, without wanting to fuck all of the time. And after what she 
had just gone through for weeks of trying to control herself, her lust, that 
was bad news. But the good news was that she wouldn't have passed up this 
moment for anything! 

But when Angela kissed her, she began to remember again how troubled she had 
been about her sister -in-law. Angela seemed so obsessive about 

"I want to fuck you and fuck you forever," she whispered against Pam's 
teeth. "Forever! I could do this forever." 

"You could?" 

Pam was half-teasing, half-serious. She could sense a true desperate urgency 
in Angela's voice. She knew she loved this three-girl fucking as much as 
Angela did. But there was some strange note to Angela's lust-torn voice, 
something that made her uneasy. 

"Just the three of us," Angela whispered. "We don't need men. We don't need 
them at all, not when we can do this." 

"We don't?" Pam said nervously. She knew she didn't feel that way. 

"Of course we don't," Angela whispered. "Let me eat you again, baby. Let me 
fuck you. You know I can fuck you better than any man. Don't you know that?" 

"I ... guess so," Pam said. 

She was unable to suppress the hot pleasures her body felt from Angela's 
skillful caresses. And Angela was already on top of her again, licking her 
nipples, probing her flowing cunt with her clever hand. Pam whimpered and 
shivered. She embraced Angela, wanting to be fucked by her, wanting 
Gathering to fuck her again, too. She knew how beautiful it would be. 
Another afternoon of endless coming! There was no end to the orgasms they 
would have! 

"Oh, baby! Ooooohhhnnn, baby!" she moaned, yielding completely. She would 
think about it later, not now. Later! "Unnnnngghhh! Oh, god, yessssss!" 

CHAPTER FIVE 

On the day immediately following that blistering session of fucking, Josh 
phoned Pam at work. 

"She says she doesn't want to see me," he said. "She never wants to see me 
again, she said. She doesn't need me!" 

Pam had feared something like this might happen. Angela had acted so crazy 
yesterday. 

"Look, Josh," she said. "It's natural for her to act a little snippy about 
it like that. She hasn't seen you for a month and a half. She's probably 
hurt and guilty and sorry and all sorts of things. And she doesn't know how 
to tell you." 

"She didn't sound very confused to me," Josh said. 

"Believe me, she is. She is." 

Pam realized that Angela was taking this new girl-fucking too seriously. One 
good reason for getting the two of them back together would be to let Angela 
go through a good rip-roaring fuck by Josh. After that, Pam knew, she 
wouldn't be able to deceive herself any more that she only wanted other 
girls. 

"Look, Josh," she said. "Let's try it this way. Tonight, after work, I'll 
drop by there. I'll kind of soften her up, have a talk with her, get her in 
a good mood. Maybe I'll get her to talk about you. Then you just drop by 
about twenty minutes later and we'll see what happens." 

"I don't know what makes you think it'll work," Josh said. 

"I know how much she needs you," Pam said. 

I know how much she needs to be crammed full of your beautiful huge cock, 
she said to herself. I hate to admit it, but right now she needs it even 
more than I do. 

Pam realized the truth of this even more when she got to Angela's house that 
evening after work. Her sister-in-law answered the door slightly tipsy and 
completely nude. Not only that. When she glanced past Angela into the living 
room, Pam glimpsed another naked girl-raven-haired, full-bodied-struggling 
hurriedly into her clothes, which were scattered on the floor. 

"Pam, what a surprise!" Angela giggled. 

As usual, it was very hard for Pam to take her eyes off of Angela's 
beautiful body. She was hypnotized by the sight of the other naked girl too. 
But she quickly regained control and whispered harshly at her sister-in-law. 

"Angela! What are you doing here!" 

"Jus' having a little party," Angela slurred. "Come on in. Join the party. 
How about a martooni? I've already had tee martoonis myself." 

"Close the door! Everyone in the neighborhood's going to see you!" 

Quickly, Pam pushed past her and shut the door behind them. 

"Who the hell is that?" she asked Angela, nodding at the other girl, who had 
dressed with such embarrassed speed that she was nearly finished. 

"That's Maria. Would you like to meet Maria?" 

She leaned close and whispered into Pam's ear. Her breath was hot with gin 
and sex. 

"She's really good in bed," Angela whispered. "Only she bites and 
scratches." 

"Get her out of here!" Pam hissed. 

In spite of herself, she could feel her heart thumping and her cunt flowing. 
She wished Josh wouldn't be coming. The thought of another three way girl 
fuck with Angela and this dark lovely Maria made her head reel and her blood 
gush. But that was only another of the messy impulses she was trying to 
overcome by her plan. But Angela misunderstood her. 

"Oh, are you jealous, Pam?" she said, obviously delighted. "You want me all 
to yourself?" 

"I want to talk to you about something," Pam said. "Please put some clothes 
on and get that girl out of here." 

"Shhhh!" Angela said. "You might hurt Maria's feelings. This is only our 
second time. And believe me, I need her. You've got Catherine, you know. And 
now that you two have gotten so thick that you don't need me anymore, I just 
..." 

This was the first time the issue of Catherine had come up between them. Pam 
blushed, because it was true that she and Catherine had. begun to fuck 
together very frequently. How could they help it, living in the same 
apartment? 

"Angela, Angela. Calm down. Please calm down." 

Pam stroked her cheek, trying to soothe her sister-in-law, who was on the 
verge of some sort of tipsy hysteria. Maria stood behind them, glancing 
nervously at the front door, her means of escape. 

Pam saw that the girl was truly beautiful. Her dark eyes flashed. She had a 
full-lipped sensual mouth that was so incredibly succulent that Pam felt her 
cunt gushing again with juice. But she pulled Angela aside and stepped away 
herself, clearing the way to the door. 

"Maria, this is Pam," Angela said, her voice quavering. 

"Hello, Maria," Pam said. 

She knew what her eyes were saying to Maria. I want to fuck you, too. I 
really do. And you can bite and scratch me too, all you want. But right now 
we can't. Sorry ... 

"Hi," Maria said in a voice trembling with fear and shame. Quickly, she went 
to the door and slipped outside, pulling it shut. Now Pam and Angela were 
alone. 

"Put something on," Pam said to her sister-in-law. 

She tried to keep her eyes off of the lovely body that had given her so much 
pleasure. But Angela resisted. She cupped her full tawny tits in her hands. 
She raised them and offered them to Pam, squeezing the firm ripe globes so 
that her long dark nipples flared and swelled. 

"You mean you don't want me?" she said coyly. "I can't believe that, Pam. I 
can't believe you don't want to fuck me. Look at me. Why won't you look at 
me? You can't just come here and chase Maria away and then refuse to take 
her place! Come in here and let me give you a drink." 

She went into the living room. Her long smooth back and her round delectable 
ass beckoned Pam. Her voice deepened and grew huskier. 

"Sit here and have a drink. And while you're drinking it, I'll just sit here 
on the floor between your legs. And I'll suck your cunt softly until you 
explode. How does that sound?" 

Pam was gripped by a sharp tremor of desire. In fact, it sounded absolutely 
great to her. It was all she could do to overcome the urge to give in. 

"Put something on, Angela, please!" 

"Oh, I get it," Angela said flirtatiously. "You want to have the fun of 
taking it off me, right? I mean, we can sit here and have a drink and then 
sort of peel each other, right?" 

"I don't think you need another drink." 

"I'll put on my gown, how's that?" 

Pam had to go along with her. Any way she could get Angela to cover up would 
have to do. She sat in a chair and drank off half the martini Angela had 
given her in one gulp, to steady her nerves. 

Angela went into the bedroom. She returned moments later, wearing a sheer 
peach-colored gown that, if anything, made her even more desirable than she 
had been naked. The filmy fabric clung to the curves of her body. It barely 
concealed the dark circles of her plump nipples, just enough to make them 
more tempting than ever. 

She sat on the sofa, across from Pam. She stretched out her long sleek legs 
in full view and poured herself another martini. Pam gritted her teeth 
briefly and decided to plunge right into it. 

"Angela, Josh called me," she said. 

"He called me too," Angela said. "So what?" 

"He wants to get back with you. But he said you wouldn't even listen to 
him." 

"That's right." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I don't need him and I don't want him. He's very proud of himself 
because he has such a big cock, you know. I suppose I shouldn't be telling 
you that, since you're his sister. But anyway, it's true, what the hell? 
That's one of the reasons I let his friend fuck me. Just to teach him a 
lesson." 

"You've got to have more than a big dong to be a good lover. You've got to 
really care about the other person. I guess that's why I've come to like 
women so much better than men. They understand, they care. You know that. 
You must feel the same. 

"No. I don't." 

"You like fucking me. And with Catherine. You can't deny that. I saw the way 
you were looking at Maria too. You wanted to fuck her. It's a pity. You 
shouldn't have scared her away. We could've had such a good time together." 

"She's a wild woman. You wouldn't believe it. I've still got scabs on my 
back where she scratched me the first time. I came so hard I thought I was 
going to die. You love it! You don't have to lie to me!" 

"But I love fucking with ... men, too," Pam said, coming perilously close to 
saying Josh's name. 

"Oh, sure, but it's never as good as between us!" 

"Yes, it is," Pam interrupted. "Look, Angela, didn't you ever stop to think 
that if you had Josh, you could still have Maria too? Or me, once in a 
while?" 

This was Pam's pet theory about herself. She wasn't altogether sure it was 
true, but she had to keep trying it out anyway, testing it to see if it 
sounded any better. 

"That's sick," Angela giggled. 

Pam couldn't help laughing too. "Well, the whole thing is sick, I guess." 

Angela put her empty martini glass decisively down on the table. 

"Good," she said. "If it's all sick, then we might as well not worry about 
it anymore. Come into the bedroom and let me rape you slow and good." 

Pam shook her head. Angela frowned with puzzlement. But at that moment, 
everything was altered by the ringing of the doorbell. 

"Shit!" Angela snapped. "Who the hell is that?" 

"I don't know," Pam said. "But you better put something on over that sexy 
nightie before you answer it." 

"Shit on them. I don't care," Angela said, stumbling toward the door. 

She opened it. Her husband stood there, a nervous grin on his face. 

"Well, I'll be damned! If it isn't my own runaway hubby! Hello, runaway 
hubby. Did you come back to get your socks?" 

Josh said nothing. He glanced over his wife's shoulder at Pam. "Can I come 
in?" 

Angela stepped aside. "It's your house too, isn't it?" 

Josh came into the living room, looking very uncertain. Angela followed him. 
She was lurching from too many martinis. Her full tits swayed tantalizingly 
from side to side. The thin gauze of her gown slithered over her perky ass 
and swished up around her golden thighs. 

Both Pam and Josh caught themselves staring at her sensuous body. Pam turned 
her eyes away. She was thinking that she should get out of there. Now! 

But Josh kept staring at his wife. Obviously, he was feeling a re-awakening 
of desire for her. 

"Here," Angela bubbled, "let me pour you a drink, long lost hubby. Oh, silly 
me! I'm too drunk to do it. Pam, why don't you pour big brother a drink, 
okay?" 

"Okay." 

Pam poured Josh a martini, trying to ignore the questions his eyes were 
asking her. Angela seemed to be the only one who wasn't embarrassed. 
Instead, she was brash and bubbly, drunk enough to think she could say 
things and get away with them. She flaunted her delectable half-nakedness at 
both of them. 

"God, Josh!" she said. "You're staring at me with rape in your eye. Don't 
tell me you haven't had another woman in all this time." 

Josh grinned and shrugged. 

"I think ... I'd better go now," Pam said, standing up. 

"No, don't go," Angela said. "Don't leave big brother and me alone." 

Suddenly, she hopped up from the sofa and padded over to Josh. She kissed 
him fully on the lips, hard and passionately. Josh was surprised, but he 
kissed her back warmly. Instinctively, his hands rose and clasped her 
dangling tits through the filmy gown. Angela broke off the kiss, then leaned 
back out of his reach. 

"See what he wants to do? Your big brother wants to fuck me! He probably 
even wants to rape me to death or something. Wouldn't that make you 
jealous?" 

Pam stared at her, flabbergasted. I've got to get out of here quick, she 
thought. She's going to say something that'll ruin everything for all of us. 
Both of them were staring at her now. 

"No, I'm going," she said, trembling with nervousness. 

But at the same time, she knew she was aroused and excited. She didn't want 
to leave at all. She wanted to stay and see what happened. 

She didn't have long to wait. Before she could even turn and walk to the 
front door, Angela had slumped to her knees on the floor between Josh's 
knees and was clawing at his belt buckle. 

"Pam's been telling me I ought to be more interested in pricks," she 
muttered half-crazily. "And I was telling her what a big one you have. 
That's why I call you big brother, get it? Here, let me get it out where she 
can see it." 

Pam was paralyzed on the spot. She was both appalled and excited by Angela's 
unpredictable wildness. Josh was obviously stunned. He grabbed Angela by the 
shoulders and shook her. 

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted. 

Angela smiled kittenishly. Her hands crawled back into his crotch. She 
squeezed his cock. Josh winced with pleasure in spite of his shock and 
anger. 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she purred. 

Angela unzipped his fly. She tugged his pants down. Then she slipped her 
fingers under the elastic of his shorts and grasped his bare bulging cock. 

"I ... I'm going now," Pam panted desperately, feeling her pulse hammer. But 
she was still unable to stop looking. 

"Oh, don't go, don't go!" Angela laughed brightly. 

Quickly, she dipped her head into her husband's groin. She scooped his long 
ropey veined prick out with her hands, kissing and licking the thick pulsing 
tube of cock flesh. It swelled and lengthened in her hands, then began to 
jump and rise. 

Fascinated, Pam stared at it from across the room. She watched Angela 
playfully squeeze and pump it, then close her mouth over the bulging head of 
it and give Josh a sharp passionate suck. Again Josh winced, gasping with 
pleasure. 

"Come over here and see it, Pam, dear," Angela chattered, stroking Josh's 
magnificent erect cock. "You're the one who likes pricks so much. So come 
here and see this one. It's a beauty. I have to admit that. Yummmmmm, 
yummmmm, it's a beauty!" 

She swallowed the flaring purplish head of his prick again, rotating her 
mouth over it. Josh had earlier been as shocked as Pam. But now he seemed to 
be willing to let events take their course. While Angela sucked and toyed 
with his huge stiff cock, he glowered hotly at Pam, challenging her, 
inviting her, daring her. 

Pam was rooted to the spot. Her body trembled and surged with wild hot 
desires. She began to move slowly toward them. It was as if she were drawn 
by the hypnotic power of Josh's murky gaze. And by the spectacle of Angela 
devouring his rigid, throbbing prick. 

It was wet and glistening, ridged with bulging veins. It was thick and long, 
jumping with a life of its own. She remembered having it in her own mouth 
just yesterday, gulping down the jism that had burst from the throbbing head 
into her thirsty throat. 

And Angela now was no longer playfully pretending to enjoy it. She really 
was enjoying it. She was diving on his cock, gobbling it, squeezing the fat 
stiff shaft with her fingers. She glanced up at Pam, who was standing just 
over her. 

"See? See?" she panted, half-mocking, half-delirious with passion. "See big 
brother's thing? Isn't it big, like I said? Do you want to kiss it and suck 
it too? Here, get down beside me and we'll both kiss it together. Won't you 
like that, Josh? Or better yet, why don't you fuck her? Why don't we both 
fuck her together? Oh, Pam, baby, let us do that! Please! Let us both fuck 
you!" 

Pam's cunt was flooding and gushing with juice. Her blood thundered wildly. 
She could do nothing but stand over them and stare. She was helpless, 
quivering with fear, shame and desire. She couldn't flee, as she knew she 
ought to do. Something held her there. 

Josh grasped his wife's gown in both hands at the back of her neck. With a 
deliberate gesture, he ripped it in two. The tear in the cloth opened down 
Angela's naked back. Josh stood up, yanking Angela roughly to her feet. He 
pressed her now naked body fiercely to his and dug his fingers into her bare 
round ass. 

"Josh, no. Josh, no!" Angela whimpered. 

She shook her head against his shoulder, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. 
She felt his feverish, cruel hands racing over her naked back and hips and 
ass. 

"You're my wife and I want to fuck you!" Josh growled. "I don't know what's 
going on here. Everybody seems nuts. But I know I want you, baby. And 
nothing is going to stop me. I'm going to fuck you!" 

Angela kept wriggling to free herself from his strong embrace. She hissed at 
him, shaking her head. 

"NO, NO, NO!" she screamed. "I don't want you to fuck me. I want her to fuck 
me! I want Pam!" 

"What?" Josh said. 

His voice, torn with lust, was now tinged with puzzlement. For a brief 
second, he relaxed his grip on his wife. Angela jumped free of him. She 
stared solemnly at him. Suddenly, Pam knew she was going to say something 
dreadful. 

"She's done it before! We've done it lots of times," she whispered, enjoying 
the bewilderment that suddenly spread over his face. 

Oh, god! Pam thought, panicking. Oh, god! Josh stared at her, asking with 
his eyes if it was true. And she knew her face gave her away. Her lower lips 
trembled, her eyes watered and she nodded. 

But oddly enough, the bewilderment on Josh's face seemed to pass away 
quickly. It was replaced by a hard, half-amused glint of determination in 
his eyes and a snarly acceptance in his mouth. His huge prick was as stiff 
and tall and gigantic as ever, jumping and thundering. He nodded crisply at 
both girls. 

"All right," he said, glaring at Pam with both contempt and hot desire. 
"Take off your clothes!" 

"What?" Pam said, appalled and excited. 

"You heard her," he said, indicated Angela with his head. "She wants you to 
fuck her." 

"But that's why I got you over here," Pam whispered nervously. "To cure her 
of that. She needs you, Josh, you!" 

He grinned, stripping off what remained of his clothes. The sight of his 
hard, tanned, muscular body made Pam's blood rush through her head, making 
her dizzy. 

"But she wants you," Josh said to her, still grinning. 

"I ... I," Pam stammered helplessly. 

She knew for certain that she could never leave. Her body was seething with 
fuck-hunger. She wanted to tear off her clothes and melt against both of 
them. She wanted to feel them ravage her, fuck her to death! 

Without speaking, she nodded at them. Her mouth trembled as she gazed at 
their two naked bodies. With her eyes, she devoured Angela's full swollen 
tits and sleek smooth stomach. She stared lustfully at Josh's stiff cock. 
With nervous fingers, she began to unbutton her blouse. 

Quickly, they both approached her. And before she knew it, they were 
frantically peeling her clothes off. Their mouths were on her naked flesh. 
Their hands groped and probed, squeezing her throbbing breasts, digging into 
her dripping cunt. 

When she was completely naked, the three of them went quickly down the hall, 
to the bedroom. They lay down on the bed, squirming together. As they 
settled onto the mattress, Angela found herself caught between Pam and Josh. 

She became the focus of their passionate caresses. Their hands and their 
sucking, kissing mouths were all over her naked body. They swarmed over her 
and she surrendered to them totally. She rolled onto her back, splaying her 
thighs, revealing the slick wet slit of her cunt. 

Angela's naked body always drove Pam wild with desire. She ran her hands 
down the silky skin of Angela's legs. She crouched between them, pressing 
her lips to the soft smooth skin of Angela's inner thighs. She had to grasp 
her sister-in-law's legs and hold them steady as Angela moaned and squirmed. 

Pam glanced up at the girl's wriggling body and saw Josh scooping up the 
firm flesh of his wife's tits in his hands. He mauled the stiff large 
nipples with his lips. Shuddering sobs of pleasure came from Angela's tight 
throat. His rough hands moving all over her upper body drove her wild with 
delight. 

Angela groaned and murmured senseless sounds to him. She toyed with his hair 
with her fingers. And she arched her back, shoving her tits up into his 
face. 

Pam's body trembled and strained nearly as much as Angela's. She began to 
moan as she ran her extended tongue up and down the puffy wet meat of 
Angela's cuntlips. Finally, she pressed her lips fully against the 
sopping-wet pussy and sucked it unmercifully. She stabbed her tongue deep 
into the clenching pussy channel, slurping and gobbling wildly. Wantonly, 
she gulped down the flow of buttery warm juices. 

"Unnghhh!" Angela grunted and moaned, thrashing about, her pelvis jerking up 
onto Pam's devouring mouth. "Ohhhhnnnnn! Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" 

Pam felt the bed shift under Josh's weight. He manipulated his wife's body, 
turning her onto her side and getting behind her. Angela's thighs closed 
together over Pam's head. That made it harder to get at the sizzling wet 
pussy she was so hungry for. So she began kissing Angela's smooth 
palpitating belly and her flat sleek stomach. 

She moved up the girl's helplessly quivering body to her jiggling tits. 
Angela's tall dark nipples were crinkly, erect with passion and still wet 
from Josh's saliva. Pam's own wet cunt was burbling and coursing with lust. 
But somehow she didn't mind postponing her own satisfaction, because she 
knew it would come, no matter what. 

For the moment, it was Angela's squirming naked body that consumed her. She 
kneaded the girl's firm round boobs with her fingers and tongue-raped the 
stiff sensitive nipples. Then she sucked them one at a time into her mouth, 
making Angela howl and groan with pleasurable agony. 

At the same time, Pam somehow realized that she was only a third party to 
what was actually going on between Josh and Angela. For a while, her lust 
had blotted it out. But now she grew aware that they were communicating to 
each other. They did it not so much with words, but by the touch of their 
bodies and the moans and murmurs they made. 

Angela tossed her head from side to side, wincing, mewling softly. She bit 
her lower lip, hissing as she sucked the breath past her clenched teeth. 

"Noooo, noooo," she moaned, half-dreamily, her face a mixture of fear and 
desire, agony and pleasure. 

Josh had already turned his wife onto her side. Now Pam felt herself being 
pinned beneath the both of them, as he pushed Angela over farther. 

"Oh, yesssss!" he grunted softly at Angela. "Oh, yessss!" 

"Josh, please!" Angela begged. 

"Ungg!" Josh grunted, panting. 

"OH! OWWWCH, UNNHHH! UNHG! OOOOOHHNNN!" Angela shrieked as her whole body 
suddenly stiffened and tears sprang out of her tightly shut eyes. "OH, JOSH! 
JOSH! NO, NO, NO! AAGHHHHIIIIEEEEEE!" 

Pam squirmed out from beneath them. Angela's body suddenly grew tense and 
spasm-torn as Josh flung her flat onto her stomach and reared up over her. 
His whole body was a bronzed clenched hunk of rippling muscles. His face was 
torn with fierce desire as he thrust his huge prick into his wife's upturned 
ass. 

Half of the massive stalk sunk in Angela's asshole. Josh's strong thumbs 
parted her asscheeks and he slammed into her again and again! Incoherent 
sounds of pleasure-pain escaped from Angela's throat. She was completely 
impaled, pierced and skewered on his rigid pole. 

Pam could do nothing but watch. She bit her hand, overcome by fear and 
fantastic excitement. Josh ripped and reamed his wife's asshole savagely. 
Angela's spastic, clutching fingers grabbed and crumpled the bedsheet, 
tearing it. She burrowed her face into the bed and whooped and pleaded for 
more. 

Pam noticed that Angela's moans were not only those of pain, but also of 
deep animalistic longing. 

"Unnnn! Unnnn!" Angela groaned mindlessly. 

She slumped forward with each killing thrust of Josh's prick, slamming into 
the depths of her ass. When she fell forward onto the bed, Josh grabbed her 
hips and roughly pulled her ass back up. Then he drilled it viciously again 
with his thick fiery cock shaft. 

He sank his long prick so far into the girl that Pam thought she could not 
possibly stand it. Her own asshole clenched in nervous spasms of sympathy 
each time he dug his cock into Angela's ass. Her drippy cunt sprayed 
droplets of pussy juice. 

She reached down and stroked her wetness. Her hot itching cuntlips were 
greasy with hot sex-juice against her fingers. She fingerfucked herself as 
she watched Angela suddenly change. The girl began bucking her ass back onto 
Josh's piercing cock, grinding her hips. She gritted her teeth and moaned in 
a low, guttural voice at him. 

"Ohhh, fuck me, yessss! Like that, uunnhh! Oh, god! God, Josh, baby! Fuck me 
in my-ohn! Ohhhh, Jeeesusss! Fuck me in the ass, oh, yes! Oh, yes! Anngghh! 
Unh! Ungh!" 

The bed rolled and pitched so violently that Pam could barely stay on it. 
She crouched beside them, digging into her seething cunt crack with two 
fingers. She pinched her erect clit until she was coming with soft 
preliminary jolts of pleasure. 

Suddenly, Angela began to explode with orgasms. She slumped forward, yowling 
with pleasure, writhing insanely on the mattress and biting the sheet. And 
Josh pumped his cock into her with ever-increasing urgent fury as he too 
began to come. 

"Ohhh! Ohhhh!" Pam heard herself gasping desperately. 

Her whole body trembled, shaking with come-need. She plunged her fingers 
rapidly in and out of her cunt. And she came, but it was not the way she 
wanted to come. She wanted what they had had together. She wanted to be 
simply split open, pierced and shattered and ruptured by orgasms. But from 
the look of bliss she saw on both of their faces, she knew that wasn't to 
be. 

CHAPTER SIX 

When Josh went to the bathroom and Angela to the kitchen for some wine, Pam 
quietly slipped out the door. Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed a 
passing cab. She sat in the back seat, wound up as tight as a spring. 

She realized that she was drawn up to a fever-pitch of sexual need and she 
didn't know who to blame for it. Them, or her? She needed violent sexual 
release, but she didn't know what to do about it. 

What's come over me? she thought. Why won't it go away? I'm right back where 
I started from. I really am a nympho after all, just seething and boiling 
with it! 

She thought briefly of going home and masturbating. But she quickly 
dismissed that. She had already done it, only minutes ago and it had solved 
nothing. 

While she was turning all this over in her head, she caught the cab driver 
glancing at her in the rear-view mirror. He stared at her brazenly, eating 
her up with his eyes. He was young, fairly handsome, with broad shoulders 
and shaggy black hair. His mouth had a vicious, sarcastic twist to it that 
intrigued Pam. 

She suddenly knew there must be something about her he could smell. In some 
way, she must be advertising herself, like a bitch in heat! That embarrassed 
her. Still, she briefly entertained the idea of fucking him. He was a total 
stranger. Maybe that was just what she needed at a moment like this. Someone 
she would never see again. Someone she had never seen before, whom she could 
take home with her. 

All the guilt, shame, betrayal and confusion she felt might be blasted out 
of her by taking this cab driver, with the vicious mouth, up to her 
apartment with her and inviting him to do anything he liked to her. 
Preferably something sweetly brutal, something tenderly cruel. The way Josh 
had screwed Angela in the ass. 

Did that make sense? She didn't know. The mere thought made her shiver. 

She glanced at the cabbie's eyes again in the mirror and knew she couldn't 
go through with it. For one thing, he was too handsome. She needed someone 
far more repulsive. Someone who would scour her clean of these crazy 
compulsions. Someone who could cleanse her of these consuming guilt's 
entirely. Someone who would take her to the very bottom and rub her face in 
the dirt, so that she might never have to go back there again. 

Still, the way he kept looking at her gave her goosebumps. His dark eyes 
riveted onto hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was afraid 
they might have a wreck. She stared murkily back at him. Her eyes were 
saying to him: You can fuck me, if you want to. And she knew her body was 
saying it too. 

Whenever he had to look at the road, she forced herself not to glance up at 
the license that was clipped to the visor. She didn't want to know his name. 
She wanted him to be totally anonymous. She also wanted him to make the 
first advance. 

Finally, he pulled the cab up in front of her building and shut off the 
motor. They still had not spoken much to one another. Pam stared at him in 
the mirror, making no effort to get out. He turned his head and glared at 
her over his shoulder. 

"Isn't this it?" he said. 

He stared suggestively at her mouth, then at the loose tits that rose and 
fell, in her excitement, beneath her thin blouse. She had dressed in such a 
hurry when leaving Josh's and Angela's house that she had merely stuffed her 
bra in her purse. 

She said nothing, but simply stared at him, her eyes again saying: Fuck me, 
fuck me, you can fuck me, you can fuck me. 

"Isn't this it?" he repeated softly. 

"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered. 

She was half-angry at him for forcing her to begin it. His sarcastic mouth 
twisted into a grin of appraisal. His eyes drifted again down to the visible 
bumps her nipples made in the cloth of her thin blouse. 

"That depends on where you want to go," he grinned, staring boldly at her 
tits. 

"I want to go crazy," she whispered. 

She shifted her shoulders slightly. The firm out-thrusting globes of her 
round boobs swayed beneath the cloth. The cabbie stared at them and bit the 
side of his tongue. 

"What kind of crazy do you want to go?" 

"I'll bet you can figure that out." 

His eyes came back up to her face. They were menacing, slightly threatening, 
but still flickering with sarcasm. 

"Why don't you tell me," he said. 

He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment Pam winced with fear of 
him. What am I doing! a voice in her head asked over and over. But at the 
same time, his rough manner excited her. 

"Because you already know," she said, terrified of herself, but unable to 
resist the excitement. 

Suddenly, he reached out a hand across the seat and ran two rough fingers 
along her cheek. His dark eyes were hot and filled with lust. 

"But I want to hear it from you." 

Pam's whole body trembled at the feel of his gnarled fingers against her 
cheek. She tried to speak, but couldn't. She glanced down at her shaking 
hands. 

Still caressing her face, her chin, her forehead, running his thick bony 
knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke softly. "Is it hard?" 

Pam looked up from her nervous hands. She stared straight into his bold 
eyes. "I don't know, is it?" she said. 

He smiled back at her and slowly nodded. His hand slid down from her face to 
her neck. Then it fell to her throat, down her chest, to the top buttons of 
her blouse. Quickly, he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly gazing at her 
eyes. 

He slipped his hand under the cloth and clasped one of her tits, pulling at 
the swollen nipple with two rough fingers. Pam gasped. 

"I can't take you anywhere," he said, fondling and squeezing her aching 
breast with his hand. "It's like kidnapping and rape, if you change your 
mind later." 

"I won't," she breathed. She closed her eyes briefly and pushed her body 
forward, mashing her tingling tit into his hand. 

"Why not here?" he said, indicating her own apartment building with his 
head. 

"I have a roommate," she said. 

His hands roamed curiously over her boobs. He squeezed and cupped them, 
pulling the long thick nipples, rolling them in his fingers. She shut her 
eyes and clenched her teeth, enjoying the wonderful feel of it. But she knew 
they couldn't just sit here in the cab doing this. Someone would see them. 

"Maybe she's not home," he said. 

Now Pam's nipples were erect and rubbery. He gently pinched each one, 
drawing new gasps of pleasure from her. 

"Why don't you go up and check?" he suggested. 

Pam bit her lower lip and nodded. Oh, god, she prayed, don't be home, 
Catherine! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long 
enough for her to go upstairs and check. And she was also seized by a small 
panic. What if he didn't stay, didn't wait for her to return? 

"Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?" 

"For you," he chuckled softly, "for you, I can do anything." 

For some reason, the word "anything" made Pam's blood race and her cunt gush 
and throb. Oh, god! If Catherine was home, what would she do! 

She waited while he parked the cab in a secluded spot. Then she took him 
upstairs with her to the apartment. They went inside. 

Catherine was not home. On the coffee table was a note she had left. Pam's 
heart fluttered wildly as she read the note. Catherine had gone to the 
mountains for a skiing weekend. She would not be back until Monday. 

Pam turned to the cab driver. "She ... she won't be back tonight," she 
whispered, her voice choked up with fear and excitement. 

She didn't dare tell him how long Catherine would be gone. Somehow that 
would make her even more vulnerable to him. Now, as she looked at him in the 
light, she found him both more attractive and more terrifying than she had 
earlier. 

He had a powerful, muscular, working man's body. He had strong hairy 
forearms, with thick humps of muscle in his shoulders. His jaw was large and 
sharp. His dark eyes glittered now with obvious lust for her. Pam both 
wanted him and feared him. And the combination made her sizzle and smolder. 

She went back to the front door and this time fastened both the chain and 
the bolt lock. She didn't want anything to interrupt this hot, upcoming fuck 
session. Somehow she had to be as secure as possible. She had no idea what 
she and the cab driver would get involved in. But she had a feeling it 
wouldn't be something she would like anyone else to know about. 

She turned her face back to him, smiling nervously. He stood in the center 
of the room. His large rough hands hung loosely at his sides. He grinned at 
her. 

"What's your name?" he asked. 

"It's ... Carol," she lied. "Carol. Don't tell me yours." 

"You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you 
mentioned?" 

"You could say that." 

"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he chuckled softly. 

"I ... I really don't know," Pam murmured. She did know, in a way. But she 
was far too shy, embarrassed and frightened at the moment to say it aloud. 

"What ... would you like to do to me?" she asked, looking away from his 
eyes. 

"Silly question." 

"No ... I mean, besides that. I mean, how would you like to ... go about 
it?" 

She blushed so hotly that she raised her fist to her mouth and bit into the 
fleshy part Of her thumb in order to gain control of herself. He cocked his 
head to one side. He seemed to be wondering how truly kinky she actually 
was. He pondered her question for a moment. Then he answered forthrightly. 

"I'd like to tie you up." 

Pam's heart thundered suddenly. Then it fluttered and throbbed rapidly. She 
tried to catch her breath. 

"And then what?" she asked in a weak voice. 

"Oh, I wouldn't beat you or anything, don't worry." 

His voice was serious, even briefly tender. He stared at her a moment, as if 
to say that not everyone was as kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But 
you're the one who said you wanted to go crazy. I just want to tie you up so 
you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy," he said, his eyes burning 
into her. 

Jesus, god in heaven! Pam thought. She felt her blood beat with maddening 
intensity in her throat and hammer in her ears. It's all coming true! I 
couldn't have imagined it any better than this! But what if he's not telling 
the truth? 

"How ... how do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly. 

"Would I lie to you?" he grinned. 

"I don't know. Maybe you would." 

Her body was trembling and seething with need. She knew with a tinge of 
horror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender herself to him, no 
matter what. And that horrified her. 

He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders. 

"I guess you'll just have to trust me," he said. "You're the one who wants 
to go crazy. If you just want a regular little-" 

"No, no," Pam interrupted him eagerly. "You can ..." 

She had a hard time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in 
her life. She had never thought herself capable of it. 

"You can ... tie me up, if you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt 
me." 

He could see how frightened she was. He crossed the room to her and again 
put his rough calloused fingers softly on her cheek. 

"Only as much as you want," he said. "I promise." 

"Really?" 

"Really." 

He took her head in his strong hands and tilted her face up. He kissed her 
with a kind of raw authority that made her giddy with anticipation. While he 
was kissing her, he slid his hands down to her buttons again. Within 
seconds, he had her blouse off and his hands on her naked tits. He kneaded 
them firmly, cupping the full bouncy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her 
pulsing nipples. 

He bit her neck gently. His mouth slid down the smooth flesh toward her 
shoulder. He sank his teeth into it. Shivers zipped through Pam. 

"Aaii!" she yelped. "Oh! Ooooohhh!" 

He kissed her bare gleaming bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest. He 
squeezed her boobs so hard that it hurt her. But she was growing so weak and 
dizzy with passion that she didn't care. 

His chapped, rough lips found her aching nipples and tore at them. Waves of 
heat shimmered through her breasts. He held them in his palms and squeezed 
them fiercely from underneath. He dug his fingers into the satiny round 
globes, hurting her again, but beautifully, while he lip-pinched her fiery 
nipples and sucked them between his teeth. 

Pam put her hands on his shoulders in order to keep her balance. She shut 
her eyes and turned her head to and fro, hissing with pleasure, pushing her 
hot aching tits onto his face. He was already starting to give her the 
tender cruelty and the controlled brutality she wanted so much. 

She was already moaning in low animalistic guttural sounds. Her body was 
bursting all over with lust. She cried out softly from the sweet pain his 
harsh mouth and rough fingers caused in her sensitive big tits and her 
teeth-tortured nipples. 

Finally, she was hardly able to bear it any longer. Gasping, mewling, biting 
her lip, she pushed him away. 

"I ... I thought you wanted to tie me up," she panted. 

He nodded. He grinned and put his rough weathered hands back on her naked 
boobs. "You're beautiful, just beautiful!" 

"Thank you." Pam looked down and shivered sharply as he rolled her stiff wet 
nipples in his fingers. 

"What'll we tie you with?" 

"Quick, let's find something," she said. 

They rapidly searched the apartment. Pam found a discarded pair of pantyhose 
in the bathroom wastebasket. She stood there, watching them hanging "from 
her hand, as he searched for similar things in other rooms. 

Shivering with panic and wild anticipation, she thought: My god, he's going 
to tie me up and fuck me! He's going to rape me and hurt me and I want him 
to! I want it! What am I doing? 

But she didn't have much time to think about it. He appeared in the bathroom 
doorway, grinning. He glared hungrily at her naked tits as if he could never 
get enough of them. In one hand, he clutched two electrical extension cords. 

A hot tremor shot up the wet channel of Pam's cunt, as she saw them dangling 
from his fist. She almost gagged with fear as she realized she was getting 
deeper and deeper into this every second. The sight of the cords in his 
hands made it impossible for her to pretend that this was some kind of 
exciting fantasy. If she were going to back out, she would have to do it 
quickly. 

He saw her fear. He went to her and kissed her again, rubbing her hot 
breasts with his free hand. 

"What's the matter, you lose your nerve?" he asked. 

"You have to promise you won't hurt me," she whispered into his shirt. 

"I won't ... I won't," he soothed her. He took the pantyhose from her. "This 
is probably enough. Let me see your bed." 

She took him into her bedroom. Together, they peeled the bedclothes off. He 
tested the strength of the brass headboard with his hands. 

"Perfect," he said. "Take off your skirt and lie down." 

Pam's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt. But 
she obeyed him. Her whole body was alive with goosebumps and tremors of 
anticipation. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her gauze-like 
panties and began to peel them down her golden thighs. 

The cab driver's eyes burned into the white band of skin at her groin, where 
her tan stopped. He put a rough hand on her shoulder and turned her around. 
He gazed down at the pale upper slopes of her high ass, just above the 
elastic band of her panties. He touched the pale skin with his fingers. Then 
he moved them up her back to the other pale band of flesh left by her bra. 

"You're striped here ... and here," he said, again lowering his fingers to 
the white skin of her round ass. 

She nodded shyly, shivering at the feel of his hands on her. 

"Leave them on," he said decisively. 

"But you-" 

"Leave them on," he said plainly. 

She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress. Again, he rubbed 
his rough knuckles against her smooth cheek. The gesture made her cunt gush 
and itch each time he did it. 

"Give me your wrists," he said. 

She stuck out her arms, with her wrists pressed together. He began to bind 
them with one of the extension cords. She watched the thick rippling muscles 
of his hairy forearms as he tied her hands. 

"Why don't you take off your clothes, too? Before you tie me," Pam suggested 
shyly. 

She wanted to watch his body while he did this to her. She wanted to see his 
hard muscles shifting and clenching. She wanted to watch his stiff cock 
twitching and jerking with desire for her. She looked in his eyes, then 
stared boldly at the swollen lump of his crotch. 

"Sure," he grinned. 

He stepped back, letting the untied cord go slack around her extended 
wrists. Quickly, he removed his shirt. Pam devoured his athletic torso with 
her eyes. She relished the thick curly mats of black hair on his chest and 
stomach and the thinner hair on the backs of his shoulders. 

He unbuckled his belt and stripped his pants and shorts down his strong 
legs. His huge red prick sprang up, swelling and jumping. 

Pam gasped as she stared at it. It was even bigger than Josh's. It was 
fatter and longer by at least an inch, its shiny purplish head a pulsing 
balloon of hot flesh. 

Half-terrified, she stared at the massive thundering cock and knew suddenly 
that she had gotten more than she had bargained for. But there was no way to 
turn back now. What she had had in mind would have been excruciating enough 
without this immense fuck tool giving it to her. 

He saw both the terror and the hunger in her eyes. He stepped close to her 
again, letting his gigantic prick pulse and jerk only inches from her nose. 

"Oh, my god!" she murmured. "Oh, my god!" 

She stroked the fiercely ridged stalk with her shaking fingers. Then she 
bent forward and took the bulbous head into her mouth. First she sucked it 
softly, then more urgently. He allowed himself a few moments of the pleasure 
her mouth gave him. But then he pulled back, pulling his prick free from her 
clasping lips. 

He caressed her soft cheek with his rough knuckles. Then he pulled her 
wrists up again and began cinching them tight with the cord. Pam felt her 
whole body turn instantly to hot rubber. She trembled so hard that she could 
barely stay seated on the edge of the mattress. 

She whimpered with fear. She was unable to take her eyes off his surging 
stiff cock. The ballooning purple head of it was still wet with her own 
spittle. 

Gently, he pushed her back onto the mattress. He drew her bound wrists up to 
the brass bars of the headboard. As he looped the cord through the bars and 
tied it, Pam squirmed over onto her stomach. She nestled her head between 
her arms, shutting her eyes and biting her lip. 

Oh, god, oh, god! she moaned to herself. It's happening, it's happening! I 
can't wait! I've never felt anything like this in my life! I can't stop 
shaking! Just do it to me, quick, quick! 

Before moving to the foot of the bed to tie her ankles, he gently pushed his 
hand beneath her chin. He lifted her face up from between her arms. 

"Don't you want to roll over?" he nodded his head, indicating that she 
should roll over onto her back. 

She shook her head. She shook it rapidly, nervously, but with determination. 

"I want it this way," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you to fuck me in the 
ass. Oh, god, do it to me, do it to me. I'm dying, I want it, I want it!" 

He smiled and shrugged. He glanced down at the smooth bronze expanse of her 
naked back, then at the high up-curving globes of her quivering buttocks, 
still half-concealed by the gauzy cloth of her panties. 

"Whatever you say, little darling," he said. "Whatever you want, you can 
have." 

Quickly, he moved down to her feet. He looped one securely with the twisted 
pantyhose, the other with the second extension cord. Then he splayed her 
legs widely and tied each ankle to the opposite corner of the bed. 

By this time, Pam was a writhing, squirming mass of hot voluptuous flesh. 
Whimpering and moaning with fear and desire, she pushed her face into the 
sheet and mashed her throbbing tits into the mattress, feeling the linen 
scrape across her sensitive pointed nipples. 

Her cunt simmered and flowed with juice. She gyrated her hips, pushing her 
aching pussy into the bed, feeling the lacy cloth of her thin panties chafe 
against her wet cuntlips. 

Pinioned, spread-eagled and cinched to the bedposts, she was more vulnerable 
than she had ever been in her life. She was crazy with both terror and lust. 
She felt her body growing totally pliant and yielding. She felt him 
crouching between her legs on the bed. She felt his huge hot throbbing cock 
against the back of her left thigh as he leaned down over her and whispered 
hotly into her ear. 

"You're serious? You want it in the ass?" 

"Yessss! Yessss!" she hissed. "Please! Please!" 

"Got any lubricant?" 

She nodded wildly. "In the drawer." 

She pointed to the bedstand. There was a half-used tube of K-Y jelly in the 
drawer that she and Catherine had bought once and used together. Pam blushed 
with shame as the cab driver took it out. God, she thought, he'll think I do 
this all the time! 

God, let him be gentle, she murmured again and again to herself. God, let 
him be gentle! But she knew that what she had invited him to do, could not 
be done gently. The mere thought of it made her writhing body blaze and 
pulse with new fears and hotter lust fires. 

The bed sank again as he climbed back between her splayed thighs. She felt 
his rough hands on her lower back, grasping her supple waist, his fingers 
digging into the soft flesh of her stomach. She felt his sandpapery lips 
kissing the wide shallow dimples above each of her asscheeks. Pam moaned 
with low husky pleasure. 

"Ummmmm, ummmmm!" she moaned, twisting languidly in his firm grasp. 

"Oh, you like that, do you?" he murmured. 

His hands slid down her waist to her thighs. He squeezed the resilient 
flesh. She felt his tongue exploring the creases of flesh where her thighs 
met the bulging flesh of her ass. He nipped at her panties with his teeth. 
Pam shuddered and squirmed and whimpered. Now she realized why he had told 
her to leave her panties on. 

His strong teeth nipped-at the quivery flesh of her ass through the thin 
gauzy cloth. Pam went wild. She felt him biting, chewing, tearing at her 
flimsy panties with his teeth. Her cunt burned and ached and flowed. She 
couldn't keep her body still. She mewled and gasped, feeling his teeth and 
fingers tearing urgently at her panties. Ohhhh! Get them off! she panted to 
herself. Chew them off me! Ohhhh, yes! 

He managed to rip a hole in them. He slipped his tongue through it, deep 
into the crack of her ass. Pam yelped and shuddered with surprise. 

"Oh! Unnneeee!" she gasped with shock. 

Her wriggling and squirming drove him crazy with lust too. He wasted no more 
time. He grasped her panties with his strong hands and tore them apart. Her 
panties disintegrated into shreds of cloth. He clawed at them with his rough 
fingers, baring her asscheeks and the puffy wet blossom of her wet cunt 
below them. 

She felt his breath on her ass. His tongue stabbed at the end nub of her 
backbone. Then it went lower, down into the long dark crack of her ass. She 
squealed as it tickled the tightly shut ring of her rectum. Then it sank 
lower and again she squealed as it reached her achy, soupy quim. 

She felt his chapped eager lips on her greasy wet cuntlips. He sucked them 
into his mouth, then jabbed his tongue up into the tingling slit of her 
pussy. He tongued and sucked her streaming pussy and pulsing clit until Pam 
went crazy with need. 

Already, she was so close to coming that she was just a writhing, moaning 
mass of beautiful flesh. She had never surrendered her body to anything so 
completely in her life. But now she was driven mad with desire for 
fulfillment. Gurgling with lust, she hummed and groaned. 

"Get it in me, pleeeeease! Do it to meeeee! Unnn! Ohn! I can't stand it! 
It's so good!" 

She felt him rise up behind her. The thick gristly stalk of his huge erect 
prick slithered up and down in the moist crack of her ass. It would never 
fit! She knew it would never fit! It would split her in two! 

Pam began to shake with sharp continuous tremors. She could do nothing but 
moan for him to do it, to do it quickly. She implored him. She begged him. 
And she went suddenly giddy with fear and anticipation as she felt him 
swabbing her asscrack with large gobs of the slippery jelly. 

She gritted her teeth. She could hear his harsh panting and feel the hot 
urgency of his body He slipped his thumbs into her well-greased asscrack and 
found the edges of her tight asshole, making the hot raw nerves come alive. 

Pam held her breath as he lodged the huge bulb of his prick head in the 
small mouth of her asshole. He held her buttocks apart with his hands, 
inching his cock into her. It was a tight fit. 

God, it won't go in me! Pam thought wildly. But she had not counted on his 
determination. 

His thumbs dug more fiercely into the cheeks of her ass. It flamed with 
sharp spasms of pain. He lunged up and forward. Pam felt the head of his 
cock slide into her ass. 

"AAAGGGHHHIIIEEE!" she howled suddenly. "OHHH! OWWWCH! UNNNGH! OWWOOWWCH! 
ANNGHHH!" 

Tears squirted from her tightly shut eyes. She bit through the bedsheet, 
into the mattress. She coughed and choked with helpless delight, with the 
shocks of molten pain-pleasure that jolted her. His fiendishly huge cock 
slid deeper and deeper into her asshole, lubricated by the greasy jelly and 
powered by the passionate thrusts of his hips. 

She was skewered on his huge spiky pole of ass-reaming cock. Pam's vision, 
behind her tightly shut eyelids, flashed red and blinding white as he bent 
forward over her, grasped her bare shoulders and lunged deeply into her. He 
buried his gigantic tool as far as it would go into the warm flaming channel 
of her clenching ass. 

Pam's body twitched and fluttered wildly with pleasure. Speared and impaled 
in the ass by his stupendous prick, she squirmed on the bed, face down, 
feeling her hard throbbing nipples burn into the sheet. She grunted 
mindlessly with lust, lifting her ass to him, wanting him to rape and ravish 
her butt brutally. 

He lay slumped on her naked back, his thick cock embedded deep in her ass. 
His teeth roamed and nipped the flesh of her coppery shoulders. Obviously, 
he was enjoying the intense pleasure of her tight ass muscles pinching his 
burning shaft. 

But Pam was delirious with impatience. She tilted her ass up to him. She 
begged him with incoherent gasps and pleas. 

"Fuck me, man, fuck me! Unngghhhh! Oh, Jesus, it's good, good, soooo good! 
What's the matter? Can't you ... unh, oh! Can't you fuck me? Rape me, honey! 
Rape me!" 

She implored him, egging him on, bucking her hips back into him. She didn't 
know what got to him, her words or the frantic undulations of her pelvis. 
But he suddenly began to give her what she wanted. He reared up behind her 
and pulled his prick out to the edge of her asshole. 

Then he grasped her thighs with his strong hands and plunged his cock into 
her so brutally that she squealed with shock and joy. Pam thrashed and 
squirmed so wildly that the bonds on her wrists and ankles bit into her 
skin. Again and again, he slammed his cruel punishing cock into her. 

At the same time he fucked her ass, he got one of his hands into her sloshy, 
wildly throbbing cunt. With his fingers, he worked her flaming clit 
vigorously. Already, Pam was coming. She felt the hot shooting rockets of 
orgasm squirting through her convulsing body. But it was only the beginning, 
the first popping explosions of the holocaust she could sense was coming. 

"UNNHH! UNNHH! AAGGHHNNIIEE!" she screeched, flipping and jerking wildly. 
"UUNNNNNEEEEE!" 

The higher the pitch of her shattering orgasms grew, the more excited and 
brutal he became. They fed each other's wild insatiable lusts. He speared 
and skewered and pierced her unmercifully, pinching her clit with his 
fingers, making her gag with hot rupturing orgasms. His free hand clutched 
her tits. He squeezed and mauled them cruelly, pinching her hot spiky 
nipples till they became nubs of unbearable fire. 

Pam dug her elbows and knees into the mattress. She tilted her ass up to 
him, swirling it in small circles, shoving it back over his plunging tool. 
She grunted each time he slammed forward and crammed her throbbing asshole 
with cock. 

Suddenly, she felt his massive cock grow even bigger inside of her. She felt 
it swell and grow harder than steel. She thought she had taken as much as 
she could. But now she had to take even more. 

He swarmed over her back, sinking his teeth savagely into the flesh of her 
shoulders. Each brutal lunge of his cock lifted her body off of the bed. He 
was drilling her, sinking the huge shaft so far up into her ass that she 
feared he would actually tear her apart. He bit her shoulder cruelly. His 
strong hand in her pussy rubbed her clit wildly. 

Pam suddenly felt the arrival of the most wrenching orgasm of her life. She 
shrieked, throbbing and twisting and thrashing with new blinding bursts of 
coming. 

"AAGGIIEE! OOOWWWCHH! OOHHNNN, GOD! ANNGGGG! UNN! OH, SHIT, UNNHH!" she 
cried. 

She was nothing but a shuddering mass of pulverized flesh as she felt the 
long ass-murdering rocket of his prick explode deep within her. It squirted 
hot strings of jism into her. Wild cries of pleasure tore out of his throat. 
He crushed her beneath him, pumping fiery gobs of cum deep into her ass. 

Time was obliterated. Pam felt that the huge shattering bomb of their mutual 
orgasm kept on exploding forever. 

"Ohhhhh, god, ohhh, god!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, I've never felt anything like 
that!" 

She heard him puffing and gasping as he slid his still-stiff prick out of 
her wounded, flaming asshole. Again, he caressed her lower back and the high 
creamy moons of her butt with his rough hands. 

"Carol, Carol, baby," he gasped. "You're the top. You're absolutely the 
top." 

Pam was in a state of collapse. His use of the name "Carol" brought her back 
to her senses. She wouldn't have traded the orgasms she had just experienced 
for anything. But suddenly she realized how bizarre this all was. 

"Untie me?" she whimpered. 

He lay down beside her face to face. He stroked her back and kissed her 
forehead. "Untie you?" he asked, grinning, mocking her. 

"Untie me," she nodded. 

He shook his head. "But we're not finished." 

"Not finished?" Pam tried not to panic. "Look, you untie me! I asked you up 
here and now I'm asking you to untie me. You did it to me beautifully, I 
mean it. But now I'm through. I don't want any more. Please. Please untie 
me." 

But he merely grinned and paid no attention to her. He lit a cigarette. When 
it was finished, he slid down her body and began eating her cunt again. He 
tongue-fucked and clit-sucked her juicy warm pussy until she was again 
coming, in spite of herself. And by that time, his huge prick was alive and 
stiff again. 

He sank it into her cunt and fucked her slowly. He fucked her with grinding, 
relentless determination for about twenty minutes. Then he stopped and 
smoked another cigarette, this time sharing it with Pam. Then he went back 
to fucking her again. 

Pam realized that she deserved whatever she was getting. She had started the 
whole business. He fucked her another half hour before he came again. Then 
they rested and dozed. When they awoke, he invited her to suck the massive 
rearing pole of his cock. She did, having no choice. 

But before she could make him come that way, he began to fuck her pussy 
again. This time he did it long and skillfully, giving her three fresh 
orgasms. 

At about two o'clock in the morning, he untied her, not speaking. Then he 
dressed and bent to kiss her. 

"I'll leave my phone number on the coffee table," he whispered. "And thanks 
for the ride, Carol." 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

For days afterward, Pam's body felt flayed and torn and bruised. She felt 
plundered, used, even dirtied. But the aches and welts and teeth-marks on 
her body were not only painful, they were also reminders of the unbelievably 
agonizing ecstasies she had gone through. 

Somehow, she was now certain that the strange insatiable desires of her body 
were something she had to fear as never before. Whenever she gave into them, 
they plunged her deeper into dark jungles of complicated shame. 

Stricken with guilt and horrified at her own boundless lust, she decided 
that the only solution was to give it up entirely. As alcoholics rigidly 
denied themselves the first drink, she would have no sex, none at all. 

The thought of living without sex seemed unbearable. But she tried to recall 
that she had never felt this crazy way until the day when she had first let 
her brother fuck her. That had been the start of it. 

Before doing it with Josh, her needs had been normal, simple, easy to 
understand and fulfill. It was only since then that she had embarked on this 
frightening detour into shameful perversions. The only way to stop it is to 
simply stop it, she told herself. 

But the real trouble began when Catherine returned home from her weekend in 
the mountains. As soon as Catherine had gotten inside the door, Pam was 
conscious of the desire to run over to her roommate and embrace her. And 
kiss her and stroke her and take her to bed! 

The desire was so strong that she quickly made up an excuse to go to the 
store. She left the apartment immediately and took a long exhausting walk. 
She didn't return for two hours. 

But when she did get back, it was no better. Catherine was taking a bath. 
She was soaking luxuriously in the tub and she had left the bathroom door 
open. 

"Pam? Is that you?" she asked. 

"Who do you think?" Pam said. "The bogey man?" 

She went nowhere near the open bathroom door. Instead, she busied herself in 
the kitchen, deciding that she would wash up the few dirty dishes. Anything 
to convince herself that she was not in the mood for a fuck. 

"Come on in here," Catherine said. "I want to talk to you." 

"I'm busy." 

"Can't it wait? I want to tell you about this guy I went skiing with. What a 
creepo! I couldn't wait to get home." 

"I can hear you," Pam said. "Go ahead." 

"I don't like shouting!" Catherine yelled. "Come in here for a minute. You 
don't have to be so nervous about it. You've seen my body before." 

I know, that's just the trouble! Pam thought. She was already seeing her 
roommate's lovely pale naked body in her head. She could see the bath water 
beading on Catherine's white round shoulders, glistening on the swelling 
mounds of her up-tilting tits, sparkling on her soft heaving nipples. It 
made Pam's thighs quiver and her cunt gush and itch. 

"I know I have," she said. "But I'm busy, I really am. Go ahead, I can hear 
you." 

Catherine didn't respond this time. But Pam could hear the water splashing 
more noisily in the tub. Then she heard the water being sucked down the 
drain. She heard Catherine's feet hit the floor as she got out of the bath. 
Quickly, Pam ran the kitchen sink full of soapy water. She rapidly began 
washing the dishes, though there were only four or five. 

But in fewer than three seconds, she felt Catherine's presence. She glanced 
over her shoulder to see her roommate standing in the kitchen doorway. 
Catherine was wrapped only in a towel. Her bare shoulders were damp and 
flushed, her long curvy bare legs a breath-taking sight. She was smiling 
skeptically. Quickly, Pam looked away, back to the sink. 

"Goodness," Catherine mocked. "I've never known you to be so crazy about 
doing the dishes before." 

When Pam didn't reply, Catherine came over to her and peered down into the 
sink. 

"Yes, dear," she continued with sarcasm. "Be sure to get both of those cups 
clean. And that fork. Don't forget that fork!" 

One of Catherine's round bouncy breasts nudged Pam's forearm through the 
towel. Pam briefly shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, trying to maintain 
control. But Catherine saw her. It only incited her further. 

She pushed her tit harder on Pam's arm. She bent her head close, breathing 
into Pam's ear. 

"You don't know how I've been dying to get home, so you could fuck me," she 
breathed. 

She rubbed her body onto Pam. The towel slipped. Pam felt her knees 
trembling. She pulled away from Catherine. The towel slipped further, then 
dropped to the floor completely, leaving Catherine totally naked. 

Pam felt her own body seething and coursing with desire. It seemed like the 
hardest thing she had ever done, to turn her back on the beautiful naked 
girl. She shook her head, looking at the wall. She tried to forget the long 
pale sweep of Catherine's silky midriff, the creamy out-thrust breasts and 
succulent plum-like nipples, the reddish hair of Catherine's cunt, still 
dewy with bath water. 

She knew what the long puffy-lipped gash between Catherine's thighs looked 
like. How it tasted, how fiery red it grew, how wet and shiny and inflamed 
it became when she made love to it with her mouth. Oh, god, oh, god, you're 
making it so hard on me, Catherine, baby! she moaned to herself. 

Catherine reached out and touched the back of Pam's shoulder, massaging her 
tense muscles. 

"Pam, what's the matter?" she asked softly. "Did something happen while I 
was gone?" 

"I ... I can't talk about it," Pam murmured. 

Catherine moved up behind her. She pressed her whole body against Pam so 
that Pam could feel Catherine's full tits squashing into her back through 
the cloth of her blouse. Catherine grasped one of Pam's hands and drew it 
back into the moist patch of her pubic hair. She gyrated her hips and pushed 
them upward so that her cunt mound nudged Pam's palm. At the same time, she 
kissed the nape of Pam's neck and licked it with her warm sensual tongue. 

"I don't know what happened," she whispered. "But I know how to make it 
better." 

She slid her free hand down to the hem of Pam's skirt and drew it up the 
inside of Pam's thigh to her wet crotch. Then she pushed one long finger 
onto Pam's silk panties until the damp cloth sank into the tingling groove 
of Pam's cunt. 

Catherine drew the finger back and forth until Pam shuddered and gasped. Pam 
clasped her thighs tight on the invading hand. 

"You're so wet," Catherine whispered, pushing her tits into Pam's back. "So 
wet. Don't you want me to put my tongue where my finger is?" 

"Catherine, please," Pam moaned. "You'll have to understand. I just can't." 

But she was very close to giving in. Gently, but firmly, she pulled away 
from her roommate. Her body trembled. But she overpowered her half-yielding 
sexual giddiness. 

"I ... just can't, baby. You'll have to understand." 

But Catherine's eyes were glazed. Her breath was rapid. She was naked and 
she knew that gave her an advantage. She knew her body was desirable, 
irresistible. She knew how Pam had craved it in the past. So she skimmed her 
hands up and down her tapering ribs, her swelling hips. She raised them to 
her full tits, lifting the round globes. She squeezed them gently, making 
the long thick nipples flare. 

"The guy I went skiing with didn't know how to fuck me good," she whispered. 

Her face was flushed with sexual heat. As she spoke, she kept rubbing her 
body with her hands. 

"He didn't know how to make me feel the way you make me feel. Half the time, 
he couldn't even get it up unless I sucked his dong for about an hour." 

She slid her hands between her -thighs. She dug her fingers into the creamy 
satin cunt flesh, rolling her eyes up behind her lids and gasping. 

"Then, when he was ready, he just stuck it in me and popped. Then he got up 
and put on his skis. Ooohhnnnnn," she sighed. 

Her tantalizing naked boobs quivered, as her body shook with small tremors 
brought on by the things she was doing to herself with her own hands. Pam 
was unable to take her eyes from Catherine's trembling body. The desire and 
temptation she felt was unbelievable. 

The passion was so strong that her hungry wet pussy was burbling with juice. 
She caught her body yearning, leaning forward toward her roommate. She felt 
her mouth watering for Catherine's glossy swollen red nipples. 

"Oh!" Pam gasped, trying to maintain control. "Well! I guess you should have 
thought of that before you went with him." She laughed lightly, falsely. 

"You know what I want?" Catherine asked coyly. 

She smiled with a sweet kittenish appeal. She was still rubbing her body 
passionately, circling each of her puffy red nipples with her forefinger and 
enjoying Pam's helplessly thirsty gaze glued to them. 

"I want you to stick that vibrator we bought into my ass while you're eating 
my cunt at the same time. Ohhhh, god, doesn't that sound divine? Oh, baby, 
oh, Pam, I want it, I want it so bad! I want it with you!" 

Pam raised her fist to her mouth and shook her head violently. Then she 
broke from the kitchen and ran quickly to her room, shutting the door behind 
her. 

For a long time, she lay crying and thinking on her bed, forcing herself to 
be strong. Fortunately, Catherine did not bother her. Somehow, the evening 
passed. Pam finally undressed and went to bed, hoping that sleep would 
release her from this horrible torment of desire and temptation. 

But sometime during the night, she began to squirm and moan. She dreamed of 
hands all over her body, millions of hands. And wet sucking mouths, mouths 
everywhere on her. Her flesh was bathed in sweet fires of pleasure. Moaning 
and twisting under the sheets, she awoke into a drowsy trance. 

She suspected that she had been masturbating in her sleep. But she awoke to 
the feel of hands on her thighs and soft lips on the warm skin of her flat 
belly. She didn't know how that could be happening, if she were truly awake 
now. But the sensations were so beautiful that for a few seconds she simply 
surrendered to them. 

But then she heard her own soft mewling moans being answered. She felt the 
bed sway and creak as it never did with the mere pressure of her own body. 

Suddenly, she felt a stiff prick graze her naked thigh! She opened her eyes 
with a shock. Oh, god! she thought, shuddering inwardly with fear and 
delight. 

It was her own boyfriend Jeff, who had been out of town on a business trip. 
And Catherine! Both of them were in bed with her, naked, swarming over her 
supine, writhing body, kissing and stroking her with slow aching tenderness. 

"Ohhhnnnnn!" she moaned. "Ohhhhnnnn, what are you doing? Catherine, Jeff! 
Oh, what are you doing here? Aannhhh! Oh, yes, oh, god, please, it feels so 
good!" 

"Baby, baby," Catherine crooned to her. 

She scooped up one of Pam's hot breasts with two hands and stabbed at the 
thick nipple with her strong tongue. 

"Jeff, oh Je-" Pam tried to speak, gasping and panting. 

But Jeff's mouth covered her own. She felt his hard masculine body pushing 
on her from one side. His stiff twitching cock pressed into her hip. She 
kissed him back ardently, slithering her hand down between their bodies and 
grasping his hot surging prick, giving it a squeeze. 

"Unnnnn! Uunnnnnnn!" Catherine groaned, slurping on both of Pam's tits and 
nipples with her tongue, kneading the throbbing flesh with her fingers. 

Quickly, Pam realized that there was no sense in fighting it now. She was so 
close and she craved it so much. She didn't know how they had both got into 
her bed, but she really didn't want to resist at all. 

"Ohhhnnnn, god, I need it!" she moaned aloud to them. "Fuck me, please fuck 
me! Do everything to me, everything!" 

Jeff's strong hands spread her quaking thighs. He crouched between them and 
lodged the swollen head of his cock in the warm tingling-groove of her wet 
cuntlips. Catherine kissed her lips and her neck, her throat, her breasts, 
sucking and nearly swallowing her aching nipples with a thirsty passion. 

Jeff gently rode into her slick quim with his long probing prick. He sank it 
slowly into her until she was crammed full, gagging with pleasure. She 
whimpered and mewled with pleasure as Jeff fucked gently in and out of her 
creaming cunt furrow and Catherine made mouth-love to her throbbing tits. 

She was so horny with hot pleasure that she began erupting almost 
immediately. Her cunt flushed with hot spasms each time she felt the gristly 
stalk of Jeff's plunging prick scrape along the fiery nub of her swollen 
clit. She twisted and moaned under them, feeling the lovely hot orgasms 
burst and roll through her. 

Her body melted and streamed with long groaning spasms of pleasure. The hot 
spurting joys flew fiercer and fiercer. She bucked her jerking hips, 
throwing one arm around Catherine's neck, the other around Jeff's. She 
heaved her body up onto theirs, whimpering wildly with pleasure. 

She pushed her boobs up into Catherine's mouth, her runny come-exploding 
cunt up over Jeff's surging, pumping cock. 

"UNH! UNH! UNH! AOWWWNNNGHH! UNG! UNGH!" she grunted and wheezed with mad 
delight, as the peak of her climax crashed through her. 

She was vaguely aware of the doorbell ringing. But everything was blotted 
out by the jolts of lightning that squirted through her sloshy, clasping 
pussy. Jeff had not come yet. He kept fucking her steadily, firmly. His 
prick slid in and out of her as he bled every last drop of pleasure from her 
jangling clit. 

"Unh! Unh! Ohhh, it's wonderful!" Pam moaned. 

She grabbed his face with her hands and kissed his mouth as he fucked in and 
out of her cunt. It never dawned on her that Catherine was missing. The way 
Jeff was fucking her, she wanted time to stand still! 

"You're going to make me come again! Unh! Unh! If you keep, unh! Ahhhnnn! If 
you keep that up! And you haven't even come yet yourself, baby." 

"I will," he panted. 

Pam tossed and squirmed under him. She whimpered, clenching her teeth and 
hissing with pleasure, clawing his bare shoulders with her nails. She 
pinched his surging prick with her cunt muscles and heard him gasp. But 
suddenly, she felt the bed dip. Catherine was pressing against them again, 
whispering excitedly. 

"We have visitors!" Catherine whispered. 

Pam turned her head to see what Catherine was talking about. There, standing 
beside the bed, were Josh and Angela. Josh stared down at them as if 
paralyzed with fascination. But Angela, her dark eyes glazed with fire, was 
already undressing. 

Pam caught her sister-in-law's eye and licked her lips in invitation. Her 
body reeled and flamed each time Jeff dug his raging cock into her 
buttery-warm quim. 

As long as we're this far, she thought, we might as well go all the way. We 
might as well do the whole thing! Whatever it turns out to be! Ohhh, fuck 
me, fuck me! Let it go on forever! Let me fuck all of you! We'll do it all 
night! 

Josh and Angela got onto the bed with the three of them and soon there was 
so much fucking going on that Pam couldn't separate the bodies. Who was 
doing what to whom didn't matter. They were a thrashing, squirming, striving 
mass of hot flesh. 

As if by instinct, the two men began to fuck one of the girls in her mouth 
and her pussy, while the other two girls mauled her nipples with their 
mouths and the rest of her wriggling body with their hands. 

Catherine was the first to get it this way. Then Angela. Both men held back 
their climaxes as long as possible, in order to keep fucking. But fucking 
Angela, after having fucked both Pam and Catherine, excited Jeff so much 
that he couldn't stop the cum from spurting out of his prick and into her 
willing cunt. 

Pam quivered and trembled as she realized what the consequence of this would 
be. Josh glanced over at her and her flesh turned to hot jello. Fuck me, 
Josh, fuck me now! she moaned to herself. 

He grinned as he pushed her down on her back. Their eyes connected in 
recognition of what they were doing and how it had all begun with this. Pam 
glared up into her brother's tender but lust-maddened eyes. She begged him 
hoarsely. 

"Fuck me, big brother," she said. "Fuck me, big brother, fuck me till I 
melt. Fuck me till I explode! Yesssss, fuck me, Josh ... oh! Oh! 
OOOHHHHHHH!" 

He put his hands on her tits, scooping them up to his lips as he bent down 
over her. At the same moment, he lodged the head of his gigantic cock in her 
gushing cunt slit. He sucked her tingling nipples and slid his prick into 
her deeply. 

And Pam knew she was back where it had all started. She was back, with her 
brother's lovely huge prick sunk in her hungriest cuntal depths. She was 
moaning and writhing with helpless feathery pleasures. 

She was so completely sunk into sex-joy that her awareness of everything 
else around her simply melted away. She was conscious of nothing but the 
massive pole of prick flesh cramming her cunt to the heavenly splitting 
point. 

Pam was so oblivious that she went limp and surrendered to Josh's hard 
thrusting cock. He rolled her onto her side as he fucked furiously into her. 
And suddenly, she felt Catherine's hands kneading and parting her clenching 
asscheeks. Then she remembered the vibrator that Catherine had mentioned 
earlier. The one she had wanted Pam to use on her. 

Now Pam could feel the plastic nub of it nudging the crack of her own ass! 
She felt it jabbing her asshole, felt it enter her! She groaned and wailed 
and whinnied loudly, screeching as it slid up into her ass inch by delicious 
inch. 

She coughed and gagged with shock as Catherine switched it on. It began to 
buzz like crazy, deep in her ass. Immediately, she was torn apart and 
ruptured by the screaming jolts of the wildest orgasm she had ever felt. 

"UUNNNGH! OH! OH! AAANNNGEEEE!" she howled. 

She felt her body fly apart and melt back together, only to be ripped and 
sundered again as if blasted by sharp stabs of killing pleasure. And somehow 
she knew that it was only the beginning. Still, Josh refused to unleash his 
own hot rockets of jism. 

Still, he plunged into her, reaming out her cunt with his immense violent 
prick. Still, Catherine fiendishly jammed the insanely buzzing vibrator deep 
into her ass. And now, somehow, all five of their bodies were coiling and 
writhing together! 

Jeff was now vigorously fucking Angela from the rear and Angela had her face 
in Catherine's streaming juice-pit. She was sucking Catherine's cunt 
wantonly, like a woman dying of thirst, while Catherine passionately kissed 
Pam's quivering ass and crammed her asshole with the fiendish machine. 

All of their straining bodies were held together. All of them were pulsing 
and moaning and pumping and sucking furiously. And when they began to come, 
it was like a chain of bombs going off, each link igniting the fuse of the 
next. 

Pam gagged and erupted with shattering, spurting orgasms again and again. 
She felt Josh squirt into her finally. She fell Angela tremble and screech 
as her climax tore through her exploding cunt. Jeff came with a savage roar 
and Catherine moaned and sobbed through spasm after spasm. 

Pam wondered what had become of all that proud will power she had been so 
intent on maintaining. She still couldn't help feeling that what they were 
doing was perfectly horrible. And yet, her body told her it was the most 
beautiful thing she had ever done in her life. How would she ever get it 
straight? 

Was it even possible? Oh, god, she thought, I don't know. I don't even care! 
Right now I only want this to go on and on! 

She clamped Josh's still-hard cock with her passionate cunt muscles and 
heard his happy sigh. She felt the warm tinglings spread through her own 
half-satisfied but still-hungry body. 

And she thought: There's always tomorrow. Tomorrow and then another 
tomorrow. Plenty of time to worry about it then. But right now, I don't care 
about tomorrow. I just want more! More of your huge plunging prick, big 
brother! 

She smiled up at him. More of everybody! More of everything! 

More! More! More! 


THE END
