Sister's Husband

Sister's Husband

Chapter 1
"Man, I can see everything she's got!" Jim stared across his desk at the Granger State Bank. The discreet sign on his desk read "James O. Carroll, Vice President." From where he was sitting he could see directly up between little Ginnie Reordon's creamy white thighs. She was a small girl, but built with an almost diabolical precision that insured a second look from any red-blooded male in her vicinity. Jim found it hard to believe that the girl was only 17, she seemed so mature for her years ... not only physically but mentally. He had heard that Ginnie cultivated people older than she, completely ignoring most of her classmates at Granger High.
The young girl shifted languidly on the chair across from Jim Carroll's desk. Her long legs separated just the slightest bit again, and Jim felt tiny beads of sweat break out on his forehead as the tight "vee" of her tight little rose-colored panties came into view. His eyes and mind riveted to the spot, that tender portion of the young girl's being that she seemed to be offering to him with such nonchalance. He could almost swear that a few reddish tendrils of hair were visible, peeking from the elasticized sides of Ginnie's panties, but Jim couldn't tell if it was just his imagination or not. He cleared his throat and lifted his eyes up to the pert, innocent looking face, with its sprinkling of light freckles across Ginnie's upturned nose. He used his best business tone, and his eyes did their best not to waver in the slightest from the young girl's frank, almost impertinent, gaze.
"Now, Ginnie ... what is it that you want to discuss about your account this time?"
"Well, they told me again that I'd have to see an officer about this ... you see I have this big check coming in ... for $25, and I'm not getting the money from my father until tomorrow because his paycheck came late this week ... and, you see, I was practically sure that I could deposit it in time ..."
Jim's eyes swept over the tightly pulled wool sweater that hugged Ginnie's full, soft breasts, showing the round coin-shaped swellings of her nipples in disturbing detail. He wondered how those two babies would feel in his hands.
"This is the third time this month that you've done something like this, Ginnie ... I can't continue to make special rules for you ... after all ..." Jim heard his own voice droning on and on, but he really wasn't thinking about what he was saying, his mind seemed fogged with a dull kind of longing, and once more he cast a glance between those lithe and lovely legs that Ginnie Reordon parted further still while he was speaking.
"But it's for my little brother's birthday present ... I mean, that's what the check was for ... and if it bounces, I'm afraid that ..."
"Well, Ginnie ... that's unfortunate, but if the check comes in I'm afraid we'll have to return it. We've already paid on two other checks of yours, and the bank can't continue ..."
"You said that already, Mr. Carroll," Ginnie said, sweetly smiling up at him. She rose and moved closer to his desk.
Jim made an imperceptible move backward in his rolling chair. Christ, what was she going to do now? He looked frantically toward the door of his office and was glad to see it was closed. It wouldn't do to have any of the employees seeing this young girl getting so familiar.
Ginnie's flowery perfume drifted across the desk to him, and Jim realized that she was moving around toward him just a few seconds too late. Or had he really wanted to stop her? ... he was to wonder many months later. Already the girl's neatly manicured fingernails were touching lightly at his face, her soft, pink lips approaching his face for a pouty kiss, her auburn hair falling across his eyes, as her tiny pointed tongue emerged from between her wetly parted lips.
Jim thought of his wife, Kay ... Kay at home ... what was she doing now ... vacuuming the house? getting ready to make his dinner for that night? He visualized his wife ... her back turned to him as she stirred something at the stove. There was no neglect there ... she certainly took good care of his stomach ... but as for the rest ... Already his big, semi-hardened penis was stirring ominously between his legs like some enormous sleeping monster, being awakened by a beautiful princess ... but the princess wasn't his wife Kay ... It was little Ginnie Reordon! He could feel the blood racing through his veins, rushing down to his meaty member, filling it to hardness, making it jump alert as Ginnie's tongue swept wetly across his own startled mouth. Was he really going to let her do this ... was he going to stop it or not?
The young girl's softness was enveloping him, and beneath that softness there was a determination that Jim didn't have the strength or will to combat. The electricity of her lips and tongue, swirling moistly in his mouth sent chills up and down his spine. Awkwardly at first-for he was tilted backward in his chair, and she was pressing-her lips down upon his-he thrust his tongue back at her, slipping it into the hot cavern of her mouth as he quickly grasped her head from the back with one hand. He ground his lips harshly against hers, regulating the pressure with his hand on her head, and felt a thrill of satisfaction as Ginnie gasped for breath and tried to control the kiss herself. But Jim made sure that this was impossible. This was what she'd wanted ... and now this was what she was going to get. There was only so much a man could take! With his knee he pressed a button beneath his desk which locked the door to his office. Perhaps he could have at least 5 minutes with her without being disturbed by some bank business or other. He had a mortgage closing at 2:30, but it was only 2:00 now ... plenty of time.
Jim's hands closed around Ginnie's small waist, he pulled her between his legs and crushed her willing little body down toward him without breaking the force of the kiss. He marveled at the idea of what he was doing ... it was the first time really in the two years he'd been married to Kay ... The thought of his wife sent a small pang of guilt through him as he reveled in the luxurious feel of Ginnie's gently rounded breasts pressing against his chest. God she felt good! And her mouth tasted ripe and sweet as raspberries! His head whirled as he felt her slipping down to her knees between his legs, her upper thighs and then her soft little belly passing over the big, rock-hard mass of his penis where it throbbed in heightened anticipation of what might happen next.
"Damn it to hell!" he thought, "It's Kay's own fault anyway ... a man has to have some sex ... a man can't go on forever ..." But his thoughts drifted away as he was caught up in the hasty excitement of the moment. Behind his desk, Jim bent toward Ginnie, his lips leaving her mouth to trail wetly to her neck. He heard her giggling like a teenager, like the teenager she was, and the sound of it was oddly exciting to him. His hands rose slowly from her waist, taking in the area of her rib cage. She was breathing hard, and squirming within the circle of his hands and arms. He could almost taste those bird-like breasts before he touched them, and he discovered that his saliva had accumulated in his mouth as he slid his thumbs upward, pressing them against the thick protruding nipples, feeling them push inward, and spring to hardness beneath his touch.
"Hoooo ... oooooh!" Ginnie closed her eyes and let her head loll backward as Jim began to manipulate the softly jiggling mounds of her willingly offered breasts. Her eyes were mere slits of passion as she moved her chest back and forth in lewd encouragement as Jim's hands roved hungrily over the voluptuous swellings of her breasts. His hands slid down once more and, hurriedly, he slipped them under the material of Ginnie's sweater ... the creamy masses of naked flesh fell into his hands beneath her clothing, warm and smooth and tender. He clasped them excitedly in his two hands, kneading the twin buttons of her nipples together and bringing low moans of delight to the teenager's lips. His own face was a mask of longing as he was enjoying the sensation coursing through him, enjoying the sensuous feel of her naked young flesh. His lips tense and drawn, he said to her, "Tell me what you want ... what do you want, Ginnie?"
"I ... Ooooh ... Mr. Carroll ...!" Ginnie writhed slowly between Jim's scissoring legs, swaying back and forth on her knees as Jim applied steady pressure to her breasts that made her feel tingly all over with excitement.
"I ... I ... want to be friends!"
"Friends!" Jim spat out, outraged at the word in the young girl's mouth. His mind snapped back to the night that he'd listened to the word on his wife's lips ... their wedding night ... practically the last time he'd touched her ... really touched her! Since then, their lovemaking had been confined to occasional quick hops atop her ... when she would allow that!
He thought back ... back to his wedding night ...
* * *
"I ... I want you to treat me like ... like a friend, Jim ... not like some ... some cheap little whore that you picked up!" Kay Carroll lay naked and trembling beneath the sheet of their marital bed. Tears streamed down her face, and Jim shook with anger as he listened to her and watched her solemn face. It was certainly a far cry from what he had expected his wedding night to be! Perhaps he had been a little rough ... but Christ, she'd been lying there in the flimsy negligee and he'd come into the room from the bathroom and seen the naked hair-lined split between her legs right through the transparent material. He had to do something fast before the heavenly vision of her disappeared. So ... he hadn't waited or led up to it with a lot of foreplay like all those sex magazine and articles were always talking about ... Christ! He'd been waiting for her for so long that he just couldn't take the strain of seeing her almost too perfect body lying there just waiting for him to make love to it! The idea that she was legally his and that he had every right to touch her after all those frustrating months of dating had driven him out of his mind, and he had been certain that she, too, would respond in kind once the proverbial knot was tied. Little had he dreamed it would turn out to be such a disappointment ... for both of them, for Jim knew that his wife was still bitter about that first night! And it had, in fact, ruined their entire sex life to this very moment!
* * *
His moment when he was pawing the delicious breasts of the little number in front of him ... and he'd do a helluva more than that too, before he was through with Ginnie Reordon!
"I ... I ... mean ... I really dig you Mr. Carroll ... I have ever since you came over to the house that day to borrow my daddy's snow-plow that time we had the big storm last winter!"
Kay, too, had really liked him from the first time she'd laid eyes on him, or so she'd told him, and it had been mutual. He'd known right away that Kay was the kind of girl he could marry. Then, she'd been just slightly older than little Ginnie, and he'd just gotten to go ahead at the bank, knowing that he could go far there and make a real career for himself in the small town. It had been perfect, until their wedding night. He could still remember seeing her lying there on the bed from his position in the doorway. He had only seen her before in a bathing suit ... a bikini at that, but nothing compared to the beautiful clarity of her nakedness beneath the thin material of her gown ...
"You ... you're hurting me ... Mr. Carroll ... my breasts!" But Ginnie seemed to be liking it anyway, and Jim suddenly lifted the young girl up from her kneeling position, then returned his hands to her breasts and pressed his face between the warm curvaceous globes of creamy flesh.
His tongue snaked out, and he began to lick the fat, little protrusions of Ginnie's nipples, and then he sucked the dark, rosy warm flesh into his mouth, alternating between the two large buds and creating loud, wet noises that exploded throughout his sedately decorated bank office. Her small trembling body ground against his, and he closed his legs to squeeze her closer to his impatiently pulsating cock ...
It had been a little like that with Kay when he first saw her tiny rising nipples and the soft triangle of her blonde pubic hair nestling so snugly down between her white thighs. And no one had ever touched her before! He could remember her Mona Lisa-like smile ... that seemed to taunt him and urge him on ... an open invitation. "Come and get me ... I'm yours!" she'd seemed to be saying, and he had lunged forward, just reached out for her, with a low moan that escaped his throat in spite of himself. Without even taking off his pajamas he'd ripped away her expensive bridal negligee and had almost gone mad with the sight of her nakedly trembling beneath it. Greedily he had run his hands over her lush contours, feeling her resistance, but unable to stop himself as he kneaded the soft, ripe succulence of her breasts almost as cruelly as he now bit and sucked at little Ginnie Reordon's. He'd heard her crying out, calling his name over and over again, horror in her voice as he handled her roughly, ignoring her pleas. Before he took her he wanted to do just one thing-pay homage to her pussy by kissing it-and Kay had seemed to sense what he was after, pulling at his hair and holding his head up each time he tried to move it down along the squirming surface of her virginal belly.
"Oh ... I can't stand it any more. Mr. Carroll ... Let me feel your cock!"
The lewd words in Ginnie Reordon's mouth brought Jim rudely back to the present, and to his delight, he felt her quick, deft fingers working at his fly, pulling the zipper down and releasing the hardness of his massive beet-red prick. Ginnie's fingers closed around the blood-filled rod of flesh, and Jim gasped with pleasure as the young girl expertly pulled down on the thickness of the foreskin, releasing the sensitive surface of his cock-head to the cool air of the bank. "That's it!" he cried, "That's it!" He suddenly knew what he would do with this little creature who had tormented him so many times by coming to his office with all kinds of stories. His face flushed as he felt her manipulating his cock as though she did it every day. This girl had experience, he told himself, and he was going to get the benefit of some of it!
Jim brought his hands down to her thighs and began to bunch the material of her tight little skirt upward, letting it rise until he had reached her sleek upper thighs which were nakedly warm to the touch. She wore calf high socks, and there was nothing else but smooth skin ... until the little panties that Jim sought out eagerly. His fingers were moving, inching forward, then hesitating, as if he did not want to find what he knew was there. A tight little seventeen year-old pussy just waiting for his fingers! He found the tight elastic leg band just at the smoothest, most secret area of her inner thigh and wormed his outstretched middle finger up underneath it. The thin material of Ginnie's panties was already soaking wet, and the heat of her inner "vee" warmed his invading finger as it inched upward to touch the first, softly curling pubic hairs. She squirmed eagerly around, and his finger came into sudden contact with the long split that separated the small, puffy hair-covered lips of her blushing young cunt.
"AAAAH!" she cried, "Ah ... yes ... yes ... touch me there!" She moved about over his finger, suddenly flicking her hips back and forth over it with an obscene fucking motion, and Jim moved the thickness of his middle finger deep into the ragged pink flanges of her warmly impatient cunt. Ginnie began to moan loudly, and Jim cautioned her to keep her voice down as his fingers slid higher up into the tight area of her little pussy, slithering back and forth, pausing only to flick at the pointed tip of her gleaming little clitoris and to hear her moan and feel her entire body tremble violently against him. Then abruptly he stopped. Hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, he peeled them suddenly down to mid-thigh, exposing the full "vee" of her secret genitals to his gaze.
"Beautiful!" he murmured, his eyes glazed over with burning lust. "Just beautiful!" Gripping the writhing teenage girl tightly around the hips, he pulled her wetly glistening young pussy forward toward his face. By sliding down a bit in the chair, he hit it just right. Spreading the soft, auburn hair with his thumbs, he flicked his tongue forward into the moistly flowering slit of her vagina.
Above him Ginnie crooned with delirious pleasure, the sudden electrifying contact of his tongue with the tiny bud of her clitoris obviously driving her wild. She bucked furiously at his mouth, presenting the full, soft furriness of her young pussy to his wetly hungering mouth.
"That's a girl ..." he breathed into her wet and slippery pink-tinged genitals. "That's a girl!" It was this that he'd tried to do to Kay that night ... and now he relived that moment, but this time it was a pleasure-filled event ... it was something he really enjoyed doing, especially since little Ginnie so obviously enjoyed it too ... unlike Kay ... who had fought him all the way, even though he was sure he had brought pleasure to her unwilling loins! Moment by moment, as he swirled his tongue deep within the nakedly offered pit of Ginnie's temptingly spread pussy, his hands making the soft flesh of her hips and buttocks writhe from the harsh pressure he exerted on them, his mind jumped back to that night ... his wedding night!
* * *
Kay bucked and squirmed under the maddening torture of her new husband's lapping tongue until she thought she would go crazy. How could this obscene act be happening to her on her wedding night? It was insane ... She raised her head from the bed and the tendons in her lovely long neck stretched as she tried to see his face again.
"NO ... NO ... I CAN'T ... I CAN'T!" she cried, over and over again, realizing that something terrible was about to happen, something even worse than the humiliation and disappointment she was experiencing as a result of her husband's strange desire. She had read of such things, but had always considered it unnatural, and certainly had never dreamed that such an immoral act would be performed on her! She had looked forward to this night for so long ... building up in her mind the wonderful image of her handsome new husband ... a good catch by any standards, and a man who gave every indication of being capable of being a loving husband and father to the children she hoped to have one day soon. But now revulsion and humiliation spread through her system, as the tender love-making she had waited for all her girlhood life now seemed more and more an impossible dream.
Kay focused on the strange lewd sight of his wet and glistening face half buried between her straining legs, felt the harsh pressure of his thumbs pressing into the whiteness of her wide-held thighs. It was just too horrible to endure! His expression was one of a crazed lunatic, and she hardly recognized him as he rapidly shifted his head from side to side increasing the horrid over-wet sensations between her legs, sending shivers of ugly vexing feeling through her tormented genitals. She lay her head back suddenly relaxing the tense effort in her muscles.
"It just can't be happening ... no ... no ... it can't!" she groaned as her shame and humiliation overwhelmed her. She wanted desperately to close her legs, to never open them again, but they were held impossibly wide and there was little she could do about it.
The worst thing was that in spite of her terror and revulsion at the degenerate act being performed upon her, she could feel the unmistakable beginnings of tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure within her loins. They would come suddenly, darting deep inside her quivering belly to disappear as she fought them off, reminding herself that she couldn't possibly be feeling anything akin to pleasure from this awkward and disgusting love-act. But then another ripple would come ... more acute this time, and she closed her eyes slightly, clenching her small fists in Jim's sandy colored hair, pulling desperately to get him away from her. But Jim's hands reached up over the flat whiteness of her soft belly, and his fingers kept rolling the hardening nipples of her tender round breasts with relentless fury. With his mouth and tongue he worked animal-like as though he were performing a pagan ritual at the altar of a goddess. His eyes remained open wide, above the wide-spread tightness of his new wife's cunt, and he watched her face, where it appeared up beyond the quivering white mounds of her breasts ... waiting for some sign that she was enjoying this steady lapping at her defenseless cunt. He knew the sign must come soon ... that she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Any second the wonderful desire that he felt would spread to her and within moments he would be sinking his throbbing hot cock deep into the moist pink tissue of the little blonde pussy before him.
But Kay lay stunned in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was subjecting her trapped body to. There was really nothing she could do now, and she let the tears that stemmed from her shame well up into her blue eyes and stream endlessly down her glistening cheeks. She stared up at the ceiling now, listening to the horrid sucking noises that Jim was making down between her legs. She looked up at the egg-shell white color that she herself had picked out for her bedroom ceiling and as the vile noises expanded up toward it, she thought that she must have done something really terrible ... perhaps in a previous life, to have such an awful thing happen to her on her wedding night.
She was being humiliated beyond her wildest imagination and she had to lie beneath him this way until he decided to stop. She had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life! She had so hoped that Jim would become her friend and that they would have a close and happy relationship, but now all that seemed hopelessly ruined. She would never forget the sight of him down there between her cruelly spread white thighs, nor the feeling of what was happening to her virgin genitals.
Jim cooed softly into his blonde wife's straining pussy. Before long she would be begging him for it ... The way he felt at that moment he knew he could go on all night if necessary! He was going to give her a loving she would never forget! He brought his hands down and pushed them up under the backs of Kay's knees where they splayed out on either side of his body. Then he lifted and pushed them up and over her nakedly trembling body so that her kneecaps touched the strawberry tips of her tender breasts and exposed the entire flat plane of her downy, hair-fringed pussy to his sight. This would do the trick, he thought lustfully, as he spotted the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her wide-spread virgin pussy, and flicked the tip of his tongue into it.
"OOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO! Oh God ... please don't ... Jim ... please!" Kay whimpered desperately trying to screw her warmly fleshed buttocks back down from the hot flicking of her husband's licking tongue. His only answer was another horrid stab with his pointed tongue into the tight fleshy ring of nether flesh. "AAAaaaagh!" Kay groaned, and tiny goose bumps began to form all over her quaking breasts and smooth white belly. She sobbed helplessly twice, and then with a terrible, sinking feeling, she felt her body give up. Through the horror she felt her wide-held buttocks jerk back in an involuntary spasm that sent a flood of delicious sensation coursing through her tingling nerve-endings. Kay clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her might against the wonderful little sparks of desire that threatened to devour her as Jim licked and mewled ceaselessly at her nakedly exposed loins below. She knew that within seconds the whole thing would be over. Something immense was building up inside her, and she could almost see it approaching with a terror that she feared more than anything else she had ever feared before in the 20 years of her young life. Her body was shamelessly aroused by some ghastly trick, and she was responding to the ugliness that was being performed upon her by her monstrous new husband.
Beneath her, Jim could sense the sudden submissive surrender inside her ... he could feel the soft silky pubic hair grazing in wisps against his nose and the sides of his face as Kay ground her buttocks slowly up against his face. She was his now ... his! he gloated. But just then, just when he knew that she was about to cum, that he was creating wonderful delicious shafts of pleasure inside her naked flesh, she kicked her legs upward and down in a surprise motion that caught him off guard. With lightning speed, she jack-knifed to a sitting position and leaped from the bed, leaving him sitting there, a shocked expression on his face, his nakedly thrusting cock protruding from his pajamas, hard and lust-bloated from the tension of waiting so long.
* * *
"OOOOooooh ... OOOOHHHH ... IIIMMM, OH GOD I'M THERE!!!" Ginnie Reordon thrust her naked young hips forward jiggling her entire body with a tormented shaking motion that caused her impossibly erect little clitoris and tender cuntal flanges to grind unmercifully against Jim's wetly open mouth. Ferociously, he sucked back at her willingly presented pussy, bringing out the devils that danced inside her by starting a long, slow motion stroking with his tongue against the wide inner plane of her tight little cunt. His tongue created a maddeningly rising tingle within the young girl with each stroke and he could feel her every muscle tensed from the exertion of her coming climax. Feeling himself become more and more excited by the extent of Ginnie's arousal, Jim sucked wildly, his own neglected cock throbbing below and sending him mad messages of urgent need. Christ she was hot ... what a hot little cunt! Then she was all arms and legs and bucking hips, and Jim felt her buffeting pussy strike with short explosive motions against his moistly working lips and tongue. Instinctively his hand went up to clamp across the young teenager's mouth, capping off her wild shrieks of pleasure, while he felt a gushing stream of orgasmic fluids inundate his already glistening face.
"MMMMMNNNNOOOoooMMMHH!" she moaned, her entire body twitching and jerking above him as he lapped insistently away at the continuing sensation of her orgasm. He felt it gradually subside as she moaned softly behind his hand. Finally, with a sigh of happiness, the cute teenager collapsed across his shoulder, and Jim's fingers found the soaking wet orifice of her streaming cunt. He began a fervent massage there, between the young girl's slightly parted thighs, and then he heard her sigh, "Oh ... Fuck me ... do it to me quick ... quick! I want your big hard cock in me. Hurry!"
He begun unbuckling his belt when a loud buzzing noise filled his office. Ginnie jumped back from him, rapidly adjusting her panties and smoothing down her slightly rumpled skirt. Within seconds she was sitting on the chair across from him again, just as though nothing at all had happened.
"Damn it to hell!" Jim cursed, hurriedly pushing his swollen penis painfully back inside his shorts and zipping up his open fly. With one finger he pushed down the black button of his intercom box.
"Yes, Miss Folger. What is it?" he said tersely.
"The principals for the mortgage closing have arrived, Mr. Carroll. They're waiting for you in the conference room." There was an expectant pause.
Jim looked over at Ginnie who was applying lipstick, using a small compact from her purse.
"Tell them I'll be right there," he announced, flicking the intercom off with an annoyed gesture.
"I guess we'll have to continue this latter ..." Ginnie said brightly. "I know just the place, Mr. Carroll ... Here let me write it down for you ... tomorrow night ..." She was writing on a piece of paper from his memo pad, and Jim just found himself staring at the girl. How on earth was he going to get his mind on that meeting? He felt as though every brain cell in his head had been scrambled, and his big cock had been pumped full of hot air. It had been so close to happening!
"I'm not sure that I can ..." he started to say, dubious about meeting Ginnie Reordon anywhere.
"Oh, but you have to ... even if it just once ... darling ..." Ginnie leaned forward and suddenly planted a light kiss on Jim's lips. "It was nice ... very nice ... now you have to let me do something for you! I'll come by tomorrow to see if it's OK ..." Then she was turning, moving for the door. Jim pressed the button that unlocked the door, and she exited rapidly, leaving him feeling as though he'd been struck by a thunder-bolt.
After a few moments he stood up, buttoning his coat and getting ready to go to the meeting. Then he remembered something and took out the over-draft sheets from the top drawer of his desk. He glanced along the list of names and account numbers. Sure enough there was Account Number 050-336-01 ... Virginia Reordon ... OD 26.50. Jensen's Supply Store.
With a quick flick of his pencil, Jim wrote "pay" on the ledger and left the sheets out for his secretary to pick up. Then he headed for the conference room, clutching the piece of paper that Ginnie had written an address on in his fist, turning it over and over, the way the idea of meeting her there was being turned over in his lust-fogged mind.
Chapter 2
The cup clattered as Kay Carroll replaced it in the saucer, spilling some of the fresh hot coffee she had just poured. "My hands are shaking!" she remarked out loud. The beautiful young wife was alone in her brightly lighted modern kitchen and, as she looked out of the window, she could see that it was beginning to snow again. The first winter storms had been late this year for the small upstate town, and now it seemed that they would have snow for Thanksgiving.
The reason for her nervousness was an envelope-which she held gingerly, as if it contained nitroglycerin. Kay turned the letter over and over in her hand, searching for some clue to its origins. But she found none other than the fact that it had been mailed in Granger. The mailman had placed it in her hand a few hours earlier along with various bills, and circulars, a Montgomery Ward catalog, and a card from her mother who lived in Florida.
Kay anxiously ran her fingers through her blonde hair and sat down at the table again. Jim had gone out of the house that morning without so much as a goodbye, and she felt suddenly very cold, and very alone. The summer house-dress that she had not yet put away, but continued to wear into the winter months, was definitely not warm enough for a day like this.
Kay wanted to get up to change ... to put on something warm enough to compensate for the chill she felt to the marrow of her bones, but she did not have the strength. She looked at the note again. It was on cheap stationery, the kind one finds in the ten-cent stores, and the handwriting was almost childlike ... big round letters made with a felt tip pen.
Your husband is going with an 18 year old girl.
See for yourself TONIGHT!
A Friend
An anonymous letter! Kay shuddered at the thought that someone would do such a thing to her. Her first reaction had been that it wasn't true ... Jim would never be unfaithful to her ... and yet something was wrong between them ... something that they just didn't seem to be able to iron out.
Once more the young wife went through all the details of the night before. He had come home later than usual, and she'd had to reheat the pot roast she'd prepared for his dinner. She could feel that he'd been drinking by the way he was acting and by the scent of alcohol that emanated from him. She had been feeling particularly good that evening too, even good enough perhaps to let him make love to her that night. It was hard for her to build up to it, a very personal thing that was so delicate ... just everything had to go right during the day ... all the details of her inner psyche had to mesh correctly, and then Jim had to do everything just right. It had been very disappointing to have him come home that way ... very sullen and obviously looking for a fight. Why, he had come right out and demanded what he called his "husbandly rights," and after the ordeal, they'd had that scene in the bedroom.
She started to cry a little bit again as she thought about the unfairness of it all ... his calling her a "frigid bitch" ... telling her that she ought to go to see a doctor about her condition ... when the whole thing very obviously was all his fault. Why couldn't he see that ... that it was his fault that she was this way, after he'd forced her that first night into an unnatural act, and then afterward took her virginity in the most brutal manner possible.
It was true that that had been over two years ago, and yet the memory stayed with her. A memory that returned to her whenever anything was wrong, or whenever she had an argument with Jim, no matter what it was about. She just could not forgive him that ... not yet anyway ... perhaps not ever! And now this! An unsigned letter! Kay stood up again after finishing her third cup of coffee that morning. She felt trembly all over, and her nerves were taut as a bow as she headed toward the living room, the note still clutched in her hand. A sickening feel was starting in the bottom of her stomach as the idea of her husband with another woman shouted loudly in her head ... an 18 year-old girl at that! kept spinning over and over again in her mind. She fell onto the living room couch heavily, her long, lithe legs splaying out as she let her head fall on the back of the seat.
"Oh, God ..." she moaned, "It's probably true! He said just last night when I refused him that he was going to look elsewhere!" Jim's exact words came back to her in all their startling clarity, and Kay flinched at their impact.
"If you can't bring yourself to put out for me, your husband, then I'll get it somewhere else!" He'd slept on the living room sofa, right where she now sat, and she'd had their big double bed to herself ... and not for the first time either.
The note read ..."See for yourself TONIGHT!" ... Kay wondered what that could possibly mean. Someone had probably seen Jim with the girl, whoever she was ... and had been malicious enough to send her that horrid note. Kay knew that she wasn't the most popular young wife in the neighborhood, but she never had let it bother her much. Most people were jealous of prosperity, she knew, and the fact that she was a strikingly beautiful girl, who had once been Homecoming Queen at Granger High didn't make her quite like the average housewife. Jim might one day become president of the bank, the way he was going; and everyone just generally assumed that he was a real winner ... and that she was very fortunate to have landed him.
Little did they dream ... she thought now ... the humiliations that Jim inflicted on her in the privacy of their bedroom. The sacred first night of the marriage had been such a ghastly experience that most of the time whenever Jim approached her she was filled with a self-loathing so strong that it made it impossible to respond to him. She clenched her eyes tightly shut at the memory of it, and the image of him making some silly girl ... some little slut ... wondrously happy superimposed itself upon the image of her torment. A girl like that perhaps, she thought, "would be eager to do ugly things like he does!" A tremor passed between the long, full shanks of her thighs, and a stab of painful desire filled her entire being as she collapsed on the sofa in tears. "If only I could!" she cried, "OH GOD, if only I could!"
* * *
It was three-thirty in the afternoon, and Kay passed the mirror in her bedroom again. Her normally sparkling blue eyes were sunken and listless, and her pale blonde hair had an uncombed, unkempt appearance. She had put on the soft, blue bathrobe that Jim had given her the Christmas before, and its warm woolen lining brushed against the nakedness of her lushly vibrant body beneath it, making her feel secure and sheltered to some extent. The brandy bottle was on the dressing table, and Kay thought she would have just one more. She needed something to get her through the day ... and the brandy had seemed the only answer. At first the burning liquid had shocked her entire system, but gradually a hazy feeling had set in and dulled her senses enough to make the emotional turmoil more bearable. At times she was even able to make herself believe that the note was entirely fictitious ... that someone had just wanted to upset her and had deliberately lied. But then she would recall Jim's behavior the night before and his words to her ... and the way he had stalked out of the house that morning without saying goodbye ... his lips set in a determined way that she didn't quite recall having seen before ... and she would know that it was true.
Kay had riffled through every magazine in the house, having brought them up to the bedroom while the hired girl cleaned the house downstairs. She just couldn't face anyone, not even the girl who came in for 2 hours every day to help clean. She'd told her to do only the downstairs and then had gone to her bedroom, where she'd remained the rest of the day. She toyed with the idea of calling Jim at the bank ... knowing that he would still be there even though the doors were closed to the public by now. But what could she say ... If she confronted him with the note, he would either deny it ... or worse, tell her that it was true!
The trembling blonde wife sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the telephone. For the first time it occurred to her that her husband might be in love with someone else! The idea frightened her so much that she started to shiver, and hurriedly climbed into the bed for added warmth. Clutching her robe to her trembling body, she pulled the covers up over her head, feeling a dizzy sensation as she closed her eyes and the brandy raced through her system.
"No ... he can't be ... it's just some girl ... just someone for sex and nothing else!" But the thought gnawed away at her insides, and Kay realized with an acute sensation how very much she was still in love with her husband, in spite of the difficulties and the misunderstandings that they had. She realized that she'd always thought that one day their differences would work themselves out ... that they would be just like any other married couple, leading full and meaningful lives together. Just when or how that day would come, Kay had never figured out, and now, she feared that unless something happened quickly to straighten out her marriage it might end before anything else could be done!
Kay gave a little moan and inhaled the fragrance of her own perfume beneath the covers, and just then the telephone rang. She leaped up from the covers to reach for the receiver. Perhaps it was Jim!
"Mrs. Carroll?" She didn't recognize the voice ... perhaps it was just Wards calling about that rug she'd ordered. Her heart sunk. "The address is 457 Turnabout Lane ... Go to the side window on the right ... about 10:30 tonight."
There was a click and the phone went dead. Kay became frantic. "Hello ... HELLO ... WHO IS THIS ... WHO???" But she knew that the female on the other end of the line had hung up, and finally with a dazed expression, she, too, replaced the dead receiver. In her head the address seemed to ring with a horrid finality. "457 Turnabout Lane ... OH MY GOD! ... OH JIM ... JIMMMMMmmmm!" she wailed, cradling her head in her arms and sobbing into the fresh flower print of her no-iron sheets.
Sleep came only because of the heavy flood of alcohol in her veins, and moments later, Kay lay tossing upon her bed, her pale blonde hair spread behind her, her delicate finely chiseled features contorted by the emotions of the dream that filled her tormented mind.
She was in high school again ... sitting in her usual home room seat but the teacher, instead of being Mr. Rogers, was Jim.
"Jim!!!" she cried, feeling all the other students turn to look at her. And suddenly her peasant blouse was falling from her shoulders, showing her breasts almost to the tips ... and no matter how much she tried to push it back up the pink protruding tips of her breasts continued to be exposed, and finally the elastic of the blouse failed entirely, and she was sitting there completely naked to the waist ... She seemed to feel Jim's eyes on her ... burning holes into the creamy surface of her exposed flesh, the trembling globes of her breasts were warm and flushed and responding to his eyes almost as if he were touching them. She could feel a shamefully wonderful sensation spreading from them to the rest of her body, and she knew that everyone else in the class could tell what was happening to her.
"Jim ..." she whimpered, trying to cover her breasts ..."Jim!" She looked up imploringly, begging for mercy, only to see that there was a young girl beside him, and that his hands were up beneath her skirt. The girl was moaning in obvious delight as he moved his hands within the secret confines of her body. The girl was cheap and whorish, her face painted almost like a clown's ... one of her teeth was missing as she too called out Jim's name in ecstasy.
"I love you ... I love you ..." Kay couldn't hear the words but she could read Jim's lips and everyone in the class knew what he was saying. As Kay began to cry, the others started to laugh, and her sobbing turned to crooning as suddenly she began to feel everything that the girl with him was feeling. The petal-like folds of her silken pussy became moist and responsive, as she felt an unmistakable touching there ... Jim's fingers doing to her exactly what he was doing to the girl! She felt an irrepressible moisture seeping from the narrow vaginal channel that Jim's fingers sought out, moving slowly toward the tight little hair-lined opening, causing delicious feelings in her secret pussy as they went, pushing the tender wet tissues forward and making Kay separate her legs in trembling eagerness. She had to let him continue ... it felt good ... so very good ... but the better it felt to her ... the better it seemed to be feeling to the girl up at the front of the class, and a terrible torment swept over Kay as she slid down in her seat and pulled her skirt up, showing her pantie-less mound naked and vulnerable to the entire class. The wispy curls of blonde hair played around the pink cuntal protruding lips, and everyone could see her tiny clitoris that twitched with desire as it wanted more of his gentle caresses.
"OH JIM ... COME TO ME ... COME TO ME, JIM!" Kay finally burst out, and she watched her husband ... for he was her husband in the dream, leave the sluttish girl and come slowly toward her. She writhed in anticipation, and somehow she was now on the floor, lying between the desks, while all the other students peered down at her. Shamelessly, she opened and closed her legs, offering her naked slit, the sweet girlish cunt between her full thighs, to the advancing form of her husband. Soon she would feel him inside her, filling her to fulfillment ... filling her so tightly, so wonderfully, he would be hard yet soft with her.
"I'm not frigid, Jim ..." she cried, moaning in anticipation, her body lost in the intense fire of the moment. Every muscle in her lusciously exposed body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddeningly slow approach of her husband.
"OH GOD WOULD HE NEVER ARRIVE?" How she loved him. Then he was there beside her, the rigid staff of his heatedly throbbing penis brushing against the wet flesh of her cunt. She could see him hovering over her, could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full length of her hotly quivering open slit. The jerking head of his penis rested like a second heart within her impatient vaginal furrow, moving with slow deliberateness up and down, up and down, teasing her so much that her hungrily yearning pussy twisted desperately for its hard blood-filled tip.
She suddenly reached down between her own tautly outstretched legs, in a panic that he might change his mind. Her purpose was to guide his wonderfully swollen cock-head up between the moistly quivering lips of her aching vagina.
Kay had tossed the covers back, and her warm blue robe lay spread open upon the big double bed. Her creamy naked figure was thus exposed to the warm air of the empty bedroom ... beautiful in every aspect, even in the obvious torment she was experiencing in her brandy induced dream. If anyone could have seen her they would have been struck by the sight of the lovely young housewife reaching her hand down between her open thighs, bunching her fingers together to form one hard mass of flesh, and then pushing them against the exposed hair-lined lips of her seeping cuntal furrow.
The little lips around Kay's throbbing vagina were steadily pressed apart by these same well-manicured fingers, and the elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard pushing. Kay almost resisted for a moment, emitting a long, low groan from deep within her throat. After a pause during which her sleeping eyelids fluttered nervously she shoved again, spreading her long, tapered legs as wide as she possible could upon the bed, her blue robe spread beneath the whiteness of her soft buttocks like a beautiful royal cape. She groaned again, this time louder, and suddenly rammed upward with everything she had, sinking her fingers high into the lust-filled channel of her waiting vagina.
Kay's long legs jerked out wide on either side of her cruelly impaling fingers and kicked spasmodically into the air.
"JIIIMMMMM!" she cried, "OOOOHHHH GODDDD!" Her fingers filled the yawning chasm of her willingly open cunt, and her sensual young body curved upward as she sought to penetrate herself still further. Ceaselessly, she mewled kitten-like as waves of fulfilling pleasure swept through her.
In her dream, Jim's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the floor of the classroom. Behind him she could spot the interested leering faces of her other classmates. Oddly, her brother Ed was there together with his wife, Jane, among other people she knew in Granger. But she felt no embarrassment now, only hot, searing sensations within her wetly pulsing vaginal passage. Her lips curled back from her gleaming teeth and incoherent, pleading whimpers came from deep in her throat. She could feel the wall of her clasping cunt wrapping around the intruding cudgel of Jim's long thick penis like a tight fitting glove. Every fleshy ridge of him was known to her dark inner passage as her dreaming mind created the situation that her subconscious most wanted and needed.
It wasn't at all like the hideous moment when Jim had first penetrated her virgin flesh, brutally tearing the soft tissues down there and forcing himself into her with an insistence that she could not ward off. There was none of the fear and horror of the horrible moment, nor the disgust she felt at other times when she lay beneath him like a cold statue entirely subjugated, waiting for it to be all over with. No, this was something exalted, something complete and wonderful. She was as one with him at last, at long last; and he understood everything about her body and mind ... they were soul mates, and there was nothing he could do that would not bring her the most divine pleasure she had ever known!
"Oooooossssh!" Kay held her breath as Jim's thickly buried cock seemed to expand within her, stretching the narrowness of her willing cuntal walls even farther apart. He flexed his giant prick inside her, and this time Kay could feel her body coming to life. There was a maddening electricity that tingled deep within her womb, seeping relentlessly through the raw nerve endings of her lust-driven flesh. The waves of pleasure rippled insanely through her eagerly pulsing cunt and out the fleece-lined lips of her seething pussy, working its wonderful way across the vibrating surface of her taut little belly, and up to the pink tips of her nipples which were hard little nubs of sensitivity jutting proudly into the air. Thin rivulets of perspiration were rolling down the sides of her full straining breasts, and she rotated her hips from side to side, her hopelessly aroused pussy dilating around the fleshy impaling member of her husband's long warmly pulsating penis. It was pure magic! Filled with wonder at the magnificence of the sensations Jim was bringing out in her, Kay began to screw her pelvis upward, pushing against her husband's rock-hard thickness ... feeling the full length of his virile manhood. The tiny contracting muscles inside her deliciously-filled pussy pulsed rhythmically at the thickly penetrating cock. The dilated lips of her hair-trimmed slit moved farther and farther apart spreading to slide moistly down the wonderfully hard rod for several inches and then with equal determination sliding moistly back up.
And then she was nakedly straining to cum, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her lust-constricted lips. Her frenzied motions became faster with each second as the tempo of her thrusts up against her dream husband became more and more urgent. The slippery juices of her wildly gyrating vagina were beginning to flow down and around her fingers, and a loud wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement rose and filled the room. Her back arched up off the squeaking bed as, with her feet planted flat on either side of the bed, she bucked upward wildly. It seemed to be going on forever.
"OH GOD, YES JIM, I'M CUMMING ... OH DARLING, I'M CUMMMINNNGGG AT LAASSSST! AAAAAaaaargghhh!" With a harsh deep throated groan Kay's hopelessly aroused body began to vibrate with the uncontrollable emotions that welled up inside of it. The wet, white orgasmic fluids flowed from the throbbing inner passage of her climaxing cunt and drowned her impaling fingers with its sticky warmth, before trickling down the shadowy crevice between her quivering young buttocks.
Kay felt as though her insides were splitting painfully as the length of her bunched up fingers desperately imitated the hugeness of her husband's penis. She could feel the pores of her tingling cunt clasping around it, forcing it to erupt in answer to her own excitation. Indeed, her lustfully dreaming brain created the sensation she needed ... the feel of white hot spurts spewing from the big, thick head, filling her womb and foaming out of the contracting fleshy lips around the base of Jim's wildly jerking cock. One day this wonderful life-giving fluid would give her a child ... and the hot walls of her quivering cunt hungrily sucked at the imaginary pole of Jim's hotly throbbing hardness until she felt that the last drop was sucked from it.
"UUUUUnnnnngh!" Kay lay still for a long moment, her fingers aching from the awkwardness of their position high inside her flooded vaginal passage. Slowly she recovered her strength, and with it came the gradual realization that Jim was not with her at all. He had seemed so real ... the substance of him so close that she would have sworn she felt his weight upon her still nakedly vibrating body, his breath coming near her ear.
"Oh my God!" she cried, suddenly, raising herself up as her eyes blinked wide. There was a horrible thudding in her head as Kay sat bolt upright, completely sober in an instant.
With a terrible expression of disgust on her face which hardly began to describe what she was really feeling inside, Kay removed her fingers with something akin to horror as the drenched digits slipped slowly out of her battered young vagina. Looking down she could see the wetly matted hair of her finger-fucked furrow glistening in the faint light. It was almost dark outside!
The inside of her white thighs were lewdly smeared with a clear stickiness, and there was a wet circle staining the covers beneath her.
"I ... I DID IT TO MYSELF!!" she cried in horror. She hardly ever touched herself, much less down there. Jumping up she hurriedly scrambled from the bed and dashed into the bathroom, where she began to draw the water for a steaming, hot bath. Her wrist watch told her that it was nearing 6 PM, and Jim had not yet come home.
The sound of the woman's voice on the phone rang repeatedly in her ear. Between her legs she felt a disconcerting sense of satisfaction, but her mind told her it was unreal ... she had dreamed it all, while her own fingers had shamefully given her forbidden pleasure. Filled with torment about what she had done, she stepped into the filled tub, letting the piping hot water cover her nakedly trembling body. She felt the liquid warmth seeping in to soothe the burning of her sensitive cuntal lips, and rising to cover her healthily blushing breasts. Kay slid down as far as possible into the peace-giving liquid, leaving only the very tops of her creamy shoulders showing.
"I ... I've got to get control of myself!" the dazed young blonde said, her closed eyelids fluttering as she spoke aloud to herself. The hot water swirled softly around her still body. "457 Turnabout Lane ... 457 Turnabout Lane." She knew that the address was one of the most sought after neighborhoods in Granger. Her husband Jim had often spoken of moving there after his next promotion. Now they might never move anywhere, she thought bitterly ... their marriage might not last that long unless she did something about it!
Already she knew that she was going to go that night to the address she'd been given over the phone. "What other choice do I have?" she asked herself, shuddering as she thought what she might discover later on that evening.
Chapter 3
Ginnie shivered deliciously as she pulled the tight fitting shorts up over her trim little hips. She wiggled a little, and turned around so that she could see the deep outline of the cleft between her neatly rounded buttocks. The hot pants were of a shiny satiny purple, and Ginnie enjoyed the cheap look they had about them. Everybody was wearing them, she knew, and the tighter the better. Her long legs looked just perfect, she thought as she surveyed herself in the bedroom mirror, and the high heels with the open toes set the whole outfit off perfectly. She wore a pink silk blouse over which she pulled a hand crocheted "pot holder" vest with many colors in it. She looked gorgeous ... pretty enough to convince Jim Carroll for good that he ought to be going with her ... just the way the note said.
She herself had mailed the note to Kay Carroll the evening after she had visited Jim at his office in the bank, and she smiled a little now as she thought of what its impact might have been on the young matron who was the banker's wife! Ginnie had heard a lot about Kay Carroll ... enough to know that she was stuck-up and thought she was better than just about everybody in the small town of Granger. The teenaged girl had seen her, too, several times ... the most recent, shopping at the A & P. and she had wrinkled her nose a little bit when she'd noticed her picking out items in the gourmet food department. As though regular food wasn't good enough for her. Ginnie was certain that Jim was not at all happy with a woman like her ... She'd been certain about it for some time really, especially since that night he'd come to the Reordon house, and she'd seen him take off his coat to have a fast drink with her father before borrowing the snow-plow.
GOD WHAT A BEAUTIFUL HUNK OF MAN! That's what she had thought then, and that was what she still thought. And her emotions were even stronger now that she could bring back the delightful memory of Jim's tongue licking steadily and wonderfully up between her legs. She parted those same legs now, and placed her hands defiantly on her hips, tossing her auburn hair back as she posed in a super-woman stance. She wore thin transparent tights that gave her well developed legs a naked appearance while at the same time casting a peachy glow upon them.
"Tonight, I get to feel more of his tongue ..." she mused. "Tonight I'll get it all! ALL!" She would show Jim that he would really be happy with her ... she was a little young, true, but she knew that she more than made up for that in experience. She bet that that Kay didn't even know how to give him a good fuck! She visualized that she and Jim would go together for a few months ... maybe even a year ... and then after his divorce ... (she'd make sure that there were sufficient grounds all right) well then, she'd be the new Mrs. James O. Carroll. She'd be a very sensible wife, and take care of Jim the way a man of his looks ought to be taken care of! They'd travel a lot ... and they'd make love just about all the time. And when they got a little bored they'd go out to parties together ... like the party she was going to get Jim to go to that night. It was always nice to have a little variety she thought, having read an article to that effect in Cosmopolitan only the day before.
"Where are you going tonight, Ginnie?" The seventeen year-old girl whirled around, immediately shaping her features to a far more innocent expression than the one she'd had on her face while looking at herself in the mirror and thinking about her plans for Jim. Her father's booming voice had just about frightened her out of her wits, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest.
"Oh ... Daddy ... you scared me ... I'm going over to Betty's house to study. We've got a big test tomorrow, and I want to be up on it!"
"Well, you be sure and leave Betty's number right on the hall table, and don't you stay out all hours again!" Steve Reordon angrily tore his eyes away from his all-too-nubile young daughter. "And just answer me this ... why do you have to be half naked to go to study at a friend's house?"
"Oh ... daddy ... REALLY ... All the kids are dressing like this ... You're so old fashioned!"
"Well, you may think I'm square, but when I was a boy, when a girl dressed to show her body it meant only one thing ..."
"DADDY!" Ginnie pouted, a hurt expression crossing her features. "First of all the word square isn't used anymore, Daddy ... and do you honestly think I'm one of those girls?"
Embarrassed by his own outburst, Steve retreated from his daughter's door. "Never you mind, young lady ... you just watch your step. I don't want you getting into any trouble. I've got enough problems as it is!"
The door closed behind him, and Ginnie looked around for something to throw ... She found a soft slipper and threw it against a wall that she was certain would not show any marks.
"Don't want you getting in any trouble ..." she mimicked. Well, he did not have to worry about that ... she was not about to get pregnant ... not with the pills she took. Someone had said that they were bad for you, but she didn't really believe it. They had made her tender teenaged little breasts swell to even more beautiful proportions for one thing, and she could do whatever she wanted to without worrying about the necessity of telling her parents someday that she was pregnant. And there were plenty of things that Ginnie wanted to do. Not only that, she'd been doing them since she was 14, when Eddie Berman had screwed her silly in the back of his old Nash. She'd practically asked him to do it anyway, and it had hurt a little, but not enough to make her not want to do it again. In fact, Ginnie had quite a reputation at Granger High ... but she didn't care what anybody thought or said about her. She considered herself better than any of them and smarter than most of them, and she would show them one day what she was worth.
"And Jim Carroll's going to help me!" she said out loud as she turned out her light and opened the door of her room. She moved quickly down the hall, pausing to write down a phone number at the hall table, and to pick up a couple of her school books. There were three "Bettys" that Ginnie ran around with, and she also knew that neither her mother or her father would remember any of their last names. It was all so stupid! She was glad that soon she would be able to leave the broken-down house that bordered on the better neighborhoods. Soon she would be living in a house like Jim and Kay Carroll's ... Only then the house would be referred to as Jim and Ginnie Carroll's.
"Going out, dear?" Ginnie turned from the front door, which she had already opened. Her mother was coming toward her, her faded and sad face looking worried. Ginnie paused. She had hoped to get out of the house without seeing her mother at all.
"Yeah, ma ... going to study ... big test tomorrow." Ginnie waited.
"Oh, I see ... well ... take care, darling. I'm glad you're wearing your warm coat ... it's getting colder."
Ginnie was positive that her mother knew just what she was doing ... or at least she had a good idea. Once she'd overheard a conversation between her father and mother, during which her father had said, "I don't know, Ida ... I think you'd better talk to that girl. She's running around like a cat in heat ... and all these boys, coming around ... sniffing after her ...!"
"She'll be all right, Steve ... She's a smart girl ... she won't let anybody harm her. She's got brains at least ... More than I had, that's for sure!"
It was really the only time that Ginnie had ever heard her mother saying anything cynical, and she knew what the older woman meant. By snooping in her parent's room and going through her mother's dresser, Ginnie had discovered that her mother was already six months pregnant when she got married ... pregnant with her!
Ginnie rapidly bent to kiss her mother and went out the door. Yes ... she was a good deal smarter than her mother ... she would never marry a loser like her father ... and a man that she didn't love to boot! As far as Jim Carroll was concerned, that thrilling few minutes in his office had told her that she really and truly did love him!
The cold night wind blew against her face, and she buttoned her long coat all the way down, covering the scanty covering of her stylishly outfitted body.
She walked all the way, and got to the house by 8:15. It wasn't going to be a terribly late evening ... just intense, and Ginnie knew that when Jim arrived and saw just exactly who was there, that he'd stay.
Winthrop Morgan, the tall, graying, handsome 55 year-old president and chairman of the board of State National Trust ... the only other bank in Granger ... opened the door and welcomed Ginnie.
"Hi there, sweetie ... Come right in. All alone tonight?"
"No ... I'm being met ... by someone who will be arriving shortly."
Morgan was already taking off Ginnie's coat, and the teenager could feel his warmly appreciative eyes on the tightness of her shorts, right there where her rounded little buttocks were so nicely cleft.
He whistled approvingly, and Ginnie remembered that the surprisingly agile banker liked to have his cock sucked more than anything else in the world. She had done that for him, and very well too, the last time she had come to his house, and she knew that he had not forgotten.
"Uh ... about your guest ... you do remember the House Rules?"
Ginnie smiled sweetly at Winthrop Morgan. "Of course I remember ... no need for worry ... this is a very discreet person."
Morgan didn't really care all that much. He wasn't worried about his reputation ... it would take more than just hearsay to ruin him in this town. His name was too big, and his family had been too influential for too many years. The only thing that really mattered to him was that little Ginnie Reordon had come. The last time she'd been there, she had brought along a girl friend, and Morgan liked that. The more young blood he had at his parties the better! He was temporarily a bachelor, and he was making the most of it. Life was, after all, very short. And he intended to make his full of rich and meaningful memories.
"Well ... there'll be no need for masks tonight, even though you are bringing in someone new, Ginnie. There'll be just a few people anyway. Olga and Henry and Theresa and Jeremy ... and you know how they tend to get caught up in each other ... that leaves just you and me ... and your friend, of course ... Is it the same little girl you brought with you the last time ... Sally?" Morgan hoped so. Already his dormant cock was stirring at the thought of him having the two of them ... like little woodland nymphs sucking and licking at him while he played with their tight little pussies.
"No ... as a matter of fact ... it's a man!"
Morgan smiled woodenly. "Oh? Well, that certainly changed a few daydreams I was having." He looked disappointed, then shrugged his acceptance. "But any friend of yours is a friend of mine ... Come on let's have a drink!"
* * *
Jim drove around the block one more time. He'd already spotted the house on Turnabout Lane, and was trying to figure out what was so familiar about the address. Ginnie had said that a good friend of hers lived there, and that they would have a chance to ... as she put it ..."turn each other on ..." He blushed to himself now as he pulled up in front of the house. A grown man chasing after that little slip of a girl as though she really mattered to him! But in a way, Ginnie did matter to him. She seemed to matter to his whole image of himself as a man, and she had already inflamed him to such an extent that he wouldn't rest until he'd had her. He wanted to feel those long legs of hers around his neck just one time before he slammed his long hard cock into her.
Kay had really sealed the matter for him, he thought as he slammed the door of his car and locked it. Ruefully, he thought about her refusing to sleep with him the night before ... of all nights ... of all times! He'd really needed her then, especially after that torrid scene with Ginnie at the bank. Christ, he'd needed some action! He had tried during the two and a half years of their marriage to keep his mind largely focused on other things ... his work and getting ahead had consumed most of his energy, but now, Jim felt as if a dam were bursting inside him. All the pent up emotions that he'd had all along were just breaking out, and he had to do something about them! And do it now!
Slowly, Jim walked up at the graduated steps to the front door of the large house. He was annoyed as he realized that he felt a little like he used to feel when he was a kid, dating some girl from school. He took a deep breath and rang the bell. Who the hell could Ginnie know who lived here? he wondered.
When Winthrop Morgan opened the door, Jim was stunned! And for a second it looked as if the older banker was stunned too, but then Winthrop smiled widely and opened the door further. They had met before of course, but only on business matters; and Jim had always looked up to the older man, admiring his strong grip on the community of Granger, and the respect that he commanded from everyone for miles around.
"Why, it's Jim ... Jim Carroll, if I am not mistaken ..." Morgan announced, drawing the shocked young man into his living room. "Let me take your coat. Not snowing out there tonight, is it? Know we had a few flurries today, but the real thing isn't due until the weekend. Isn't that the way it always is?" He was taking Jim's coat, hanging it up, and leading him toward the other side of the room where the lights were dim and there was a glowing fire in the fireplace.
"Someone is here, who's expecting you, I believe ... I must say, she has good taste," Morgan said, and Jim could see a form shaping from the shadows. Ginnie stood up, and moved toward him. Instinctively, he backed away from her, but Winthrop Morgan kept leading him forward.
"So you know Jim, Winnie," the girl said coyly, using Morgan's nickname to impress the younger banker.
"We've met," Morgan said, his dark eyes twinkling. "But I'm especially glad to see him in a more informal setting! What do you drink?"
Jim sat down and felt Ginnie taking his hand in hers as she settled next to him on a low bench next to the fireplace. "Martinis if you go 'em," Jim said, expulsing his breath as though he'd just gone through a great effort.
Morgan went in search of the drinks, and just then the bell rang again. Jim hurriedly turned to Ginnie. "Is someone else coming?" he asked. Beads of sweat were standing out on his forehead. He wanted nothing more than to get out of there, but he couldn't very well dash out of Winthrop Morgan's house like a fool. He had to stay just to find out what the hell was going on.
"How do you know Morgan?" Jim hissed almost angrily at the teenaged girl beside him.
"He's an old friend ... I told you. Don't worry, Jim ... everything's cool." Her hand was moving slowly on his arm, and he fought down an urge to move it. He looked toward the door and saw Winthrop Morgan's rather portly form greeting two arriving couples with warm gestures of welcome. Quickly, Jim scanned their faces to see if they might know him or his wife, Kay, but to his enormous relief, he saw that they were complete strangers to him ... maybe from another town, he speculated, since they looked so totally unfamiliar.
"Who are they?" he asked.
"Oh, just Olga and Henry and Theresa and Jeremy ... they're from Albany."
Jim laughed nervously and made a scoffing sound in his throat. "Sounds like Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice!" he said.
To his surprise Ginnie replied, "Yes, but those four had been swapping for years before that movie came out. They've been doing it since they called it "balling" instead of "swinging"!"
Jim gasped, but there was no time to say anything. They were coming towards them with Morgan leading the way. The elder banker made the introductions and then set about making drinks for all of them. Jim wondered at the fact that a man in Morgan's position had no servants at all. He made careful small talk with the couples, who sat on low hassocks in front of the fireplace, noting that they were definitely on a lower social scale than he would have expected for friends of the well-known Winthrop Morgan. They made noticeable mistakes in grammar and were good-naturedly what Jim knew his wife would describe as "lower-middle class."
But the martinis were there, and the drinks helped noticeably. Jim began to unwind a bit, and even found he enjoyed the down to earth friendliness of Morgan's guests. Cautiously and consciously, he set out to make a good impression on the wealthy banker who was his host. If they were friends of his ... well then they were all right with him. Sometimes he hated Kay's phony pretentiousness, anyway ... He, himself, was the son of a grocer, and Kay's father had been a garage mechanic before his death, just as her brother Ed was now!
The second round of drinks came and then the third. Jim was feeling a very pleasant warmth, and Ginnie's cuddling close next to him was beginning to affect him. She'd gotten up a couple of times, and he'd gotten a good look at her tight little shorts. She was one honey of a horny little girl!
Soft music came from a continuous tape deck hidden somewhere in the large room, and most of it seemed to have a sensuous beating undertone that brought to mind dark jungles and sultry native dancers, bongo drums and eroticism beneath lace-like palm fronds. Jim sat back and watched as the others got up to dance. Beside him on the bench Ginnie was sensually stroking his hand. He raised his martini to his lips with the other. Imperceptibly, he could feel the pounding surge of his blood flowing throughout his body, and the soft, spongy tissue of his cock began to swell with a smoldering desire.
Morgan began to dance with one of the women, Jim thought that her name was Olga. She was a big and buxom brunette with one of the finest pillow-asses that Jim had ever seen. His wealthy host did not seem impervious to her charms as he pressed her willing body close to his, and let his hands roam farther and farther down Olga's back until he was cupping her voluptuous buttocks in his hands. They danced in this lewd position until there was a lull in the music and Morgan, perspiring heavily, returned his partner to her husband. Jim could see them in conversation but they were just far enough away so that he could not quite hear what they were saying. Theresa, a petite red-head with a large sensuous mouth and her husband Jeremy stopped doing a funny ballroom number in the middle of the floor and joined the others.
Ginnie was breathing softly, quiet beside Jim, and just as he was beginning to get bored watching the other guests and wondering what they were up to, Ginnie began to nibble moistly at his ear. A surge of electricity spread throughout his nervous system. This was one of those swinging parties, he'd heard about. There'd been rumors about them for some time now, but never anything concrete ... and now here he was attending one! The whole thing seemed absurd, but the young banker rationalized that even his wife Kay would not begrudge him being in the intimate company of the famous Winthrop Morgan. She would be even more aware than he of the potential to their position in the small town of Granger. This thought eased the small tendrils of guilt that remained in his mind. Was it his fault if Winthrop Morgan was a dirty old man?
The realization that he was going to fuck little Ginnie that night, right in Winthrop Morgan's house, was becoming more and more vivid to him, and the thought created an undercurrent of excitement inside him that he was beginning to enjoy.
When the cute teenager stood before him, her eyes large and black, her sensual young figure assuming a taunting stance, he could smell that same perfume that she'd worn at the bank the day before. With an eagerness he couldn't hide, he reached his arms upward to put them around her, but the girl pulled away from him, laughing in a teasing manner that made his face flush with the intensity of his ardor.
"Come ... come on, let's have a little privacy!" she breathed.
Well that was OK with him. Jim hurriedly stood and followed Ginnie toward the door which he assumed led to the rest of the house and, he sincerely hoped, a nice, quiet bedroom somewhere! He hardly noticed the others as they left, but he was sure that no one was particularly shocked at their leaving. Besides the 17 year-old nymph seemed to be on pretty good terms with Morgan. The image of the older banker and Ginnie together created a bitter sensation of jealousy that surprised him. Why on earth would he be jealous of Ginnie? And yet, he was pleased that the head of the rival bank in Granger would know that he was with the little auburn haired teenager ... that he was getting a taste of the executive's goods, so to speak!
There were several doors that opened onto the dark hallway he found himself in, and he saw Ginnie head toward the first one on the right. His eyes were riveted to the magnificent wiggling of the young girl's buttocks as she moved sensuously ahead of him. The silky material of her hot pants fairly glowed in the dark, and Jim followed her shapely little ass as a moth follows a lighted candle.
Once inside, Ginnie closed the door behind them, and beckoned Jim toward a low couch on the other side of the room. The young banker paid little attention to the way the room looked. All he could think about was the enticing little girl, and the way she would feel groaning beneath his hard, rock-like cock. His mind whirling with alcohol, he groped for her in the darkness. They were beside a large window, and dimly, Jim could see dense foliage that he assumed must be lining the side of the house. She tumbled beneath him, rolling softly over to the middle of the bed, and Jim lay heavily on top of her. He ground his entire body down upon her small shape, feeling the wonderful softness of her ripely budding breasts pressing upward into his chest, and her legs separating between his own. His pelvis moved forward, the length of his thigh and groin catching her directly between her outspread legs, where he could feel her hard pubic mound grinding back at him, grinding out the sweet, seeping wetness from her little hair-fringed cunt beneath the tight-fitting shorts.
Her arms wound eagerly around his neck, and once more he breathed in the soft open chasm of her mouth in a deep hungering kiss. She wriggled lustfully beneath him, bucking up against him and causing the hardness of his already bulging penis to double. He felt nothing but a dull ache in his loins as he wetly swept his tongue in and out of her hot young mouth, and frantically tried to get her shorts off. He couldn't find the zipper opening, and fumbled impatiently beneath her for a long moment until she laughed and told him that they had an elasticized waist. Panting a little she arched herself upward and slipped her shorts and tights down over her long thighs and legs, tossing them to the side of the bed with a little giggle.
Jim felt foolish and a little angry. She was making him feel like a greenhorn, for chrissakes, he thought, being reminded of his early adventures as a young boy, when he was often dependent on the girl to show him the way. But that was ridiculous, he reminded himself. He was 33 years old, and this girl was only 17. Jailbait ... but at the moment he couldn't have cared less. One thing was certain, he wasn't going to let anything stop him now that he had come this far. His heart started beating so loud that he was sure that she could hear it too. He found himself peering down in the semi-darkness, only the moonlight illuminated the bedroom as it streamed into the adjacent window, staring directly into the naked softness of Ginnie's full, white thighs. The teenager lay sensually back and, as she removed her blouse and vest, she parted her legs slightly, exposing the inner pink slit of her vagina, framed by the soft auburn silkiness of pubic hair.
Jim wanted to pounce upon her right then and there, but something stopped him ... perhaps the horrid memory of how he had practically raped his wife on their wedding night after she'd acted so silly about his kissing her down there between her legs. A natural caution had possessed him ever since with Kay, and now he found that to his dismay it was being transmitted in his relationship with this girl. His massively erect cock was as hard as a sledge hammer and his mouth had a funny cottony feeling again. He could feel the booze racing in his veins and churning warmly in his stomach. He hadn't gone home for dinner, and since he'd never eaten out alone, he'd just skipped the whole thing. God, he couldn't take his eyes away from the beckoning spot between her tender young legs!
"I'm so glad you came, Jim!" Ginnie whispered huskily. She gazed up at him in the darkness, her eyes masking the triumph that she felt. She tugged gently at his suit coat. "Don't you think you'd better get naked, too?" she smiled. It was going to work! The whole thing was going to work! If all had gone well, Kay Carroll would be on her way to Turnabout Lane right about then. She felt the same kind of thrill that she thought an actress might feel just before the curtain went up on opening night. Jim Carroll was there with her just the way she had dreamed it so many, many times ... so many nights of waiting for this moment ... and now the moment was here!
Ginnie ran her tiny pointed tongue over her lips and then spread her thighs a little bit wider. She lay watching the young banker as he quickly removed his clothes. Soon she would see just what the banker looked like underneath his conservative suit. His eyes never left the full revealed beauty of her nudity, covering the pointed creamy mounds of her breasts and racing down the length of her taut little belly, to the narrow, girlish hips and the long, slender legs. While her eyes were half closed, she could very well see his huge jerking cock when he got down to his shorts and stepped out of them. She gasped. It was much, much bigger than she had remembered ... but perhaps he was more excited now! The thought of that giant pulsating pole ramming far up inside her gave her a crazy little thrill of fear mixed with anticipation. He sat down on the bed, his long rigid erection standing up between his legs, the thick foreskin already pulling itself half-way back on the smooth crimson cock-head. Her long fingernails moved along his naked arm as, dazed, he sat looking down at her.
Jim hesitated a second more. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked. Then without waiting for an answer, she spread her legs wide, reached down with little hands and pulled the pouting pink pussy open on either side, exposing the inner flesh of the tiny aperture to his hungering eyes. "Remember how good you were to me?" she inquired sweetly. "I'll be real good to you!" she added for good measure, while below her fingers nimbly began to insinuate themselves, sliding over the softest and tenderest areas of her own hair-trimmed cunt. In spite of himself, Jim gasped at the incredibly lewd sight of the teenaged girl fingering her own wetly glistening vagina.
"Come on," she crooned, already beginning to excite herself. "Honey, please ..." Her fingers tickled and toyed with the upright pinpoint of her swollen clitoris, "Please fuck me!" she moaned. The aroused young banker did not have to be asked again. He climbed up on the huge bed and knelt between the young girl's wide-spread legs. She was moaning now and urging him to hurry, and he was lost in the utter beauty of her voluptuous little body. His thick, madly throbbing cock was hard and heavy and hot in its upright position as he once more surveyed the brazen loveliness of this bold, little bitch who had come to his office apparently with the thought of having him fuck her. The idea that she wanted him caused even more excitement to swell his massive hardness. He leaned forward between her willingly spread limbs and ran his hands over her gentle upcurved breasts, her tiny waist that gave way to fine delicate hips and thighs, and in between them, his own hands covered the working, little fingers of her hand as she finger-fucked herself; preparing her moistly aroused pussy for his entry.
HE HAD TO FUCK HER!
Ginnie's desire-filled eyes looked down toward his hairy belly and there she focused on the full, looming hulk of his angry red penis. "It is so big, Jim," she cried. "So big!"
"Oh, it'll be big enough for you," he muttered, pushing his hands down beneath her. Dizzy, he hung over her, his pulsating shaft hanging in mid-air. Then he crushed down onto her waiting nakedness, smashing his mouth onto hers. He was ravenously hungry for her as she moved tightly up beneath him, her arms hugging around his back, her flat naked, little belly snuggling against the rock-hard spear of his penis. Moving downward and panting hard, he let the tip of his aching cock slide into the velvety warm moisture of the teenager's vaginal slit, rubbing up and down the moistly hot length of it, the enormous mass of his thickened cock spreading the baby cuntal lips far apart. The friction was unbelievable as Ginnie moaned and groaned beneath Jim's heavy weight, gasping with delight as she felt the increasing heat in her seeping pussy! With her hips she began a steady rotating motion beneath him while her legs slid out sideways and then suddenly jerked up hard and locked like handcuffs around his muscular back.
"Oh Jim ... JIM ... I'm SO READY FOR YOU!"
His lust-heavy cock was resting hard against her nakedly writhing young body and now he let it press up against the narrow seeping wetness of her vaginal opening. It was too much for him to take. He had to do it and soon. He wedged his hand down between their tightly pressed bodies, circling his own heatedly throbbing excitement. His straining and taut cock wormed against the tiny opening of the eager young girl's cunt. She seemed much too small for him, but he knew that she'd had experiences before ... probably a great many at that!
"It's OK if it hurts a little, baby," Ginnie sighed, "Just put it in ... PUT IT IN!" She strained her tense, nubile body up against the older man, feeling him start to thrust against her. The small, fluted lips of her pulsing little pussy resisted the enormous instrument for a moment, then suddenly something gave way, bringing a sharp pain so unexpected that Ginnie's freckled face was contorted with it, and she let out a long, low wail. Jim was brought to himself for an instant by the sound that she made, and he looked around him for a second, sensing a movement. To his surprise, he saw that someone else was in the room with them! Another glance told him that that someone was Winthrop Morgan ... and the millionaire banker was stark naked! In the dark shadows their host was an interested observer of their lovemaking, and to console his solitary state he was clasping his own stout cock in his hands, pulling up and down on it at a leisurely pace. Jim cursed, the sweat dripping from his face down onto Ginnie's naked body. He should have known that there would be some strings! But beneath him Ginnie whispered through clenched teeth, "Don't stop now ... don't stop now!" And Jim was unable to resist the added surge of lust that the 17 year-old girl's words gave him.
Ignoring Winthrop Morgan's presence in the darkened bedroom, he pushed forward with all his strength and this time Ginnie's tightly resisting pussy lips spread even further to accommodate his splitting ramrod.
"OOOOOOAAAAAAhhhhh!" His long, thick penis slipped forward bit by bit, feeling the young girl's moistly quivering furrow squeeze against it. His heavy veined member was being inundated by wet warmth and the tight snugness of her exquisite young cunt.
"OOOOOOAAAAaaah ... OF COURSE ... OH YES ... OH GOD ... YES ... YES!" she cried out, over and over again. Jim felt as though he had never fucked a woman before ... never known such extreme pleasure as he was feeling now. He panted heavily as his massively throbbing penis, moist from Ginnie's flooded channel, began a slow pistoning in and out of the velvet warmth of her tight, hair-lined cunt. The tickling hairs of his balls nestled into the crevice of her nakedly upturned little buttocks as he sank deeper and deeper into her now unresisting passage. The ragged pink edges of her cuntal lips were drawn back with each outstroke, and then as he thrust back into her they were swallowed up again along with his long piercing organ.
Pinned beneath the banker she had pursued for so long, Ginnie suddenly felt an obscene ecstasy taking hold of her. She was really doing it ... really doing it with Jim Carroll! She flicked her tongue up wildly into the young banker's mouth, spreading her long thighs still wider, giving him even greater access to her wide-stretched little 17 year-old cunt.
"OOOOoooh yes, honey, do it like that ... OH JIMMMMM! That's soooo GOOOOD ... yes ... OH ... OH GOD ... LIKE THAT ... LIKE THAT ... HARDER ... HARDER! OH GOD ... I LOVE IT ... I LOVE IT ... I LOVE YOU ..."
Chapter 4
Kay had instructed the cab to let her off at the corner, and now she was walking through a light snow, up the winding walk of Turnabout Lane. With each step that she took she told herself to turn back. It almost seemed better not to know. A horrid sick feeling filled her being as she struggled against the wet snow, turning up her fur coat collar and trying to avoid being struck in the face by it.
Her small gold wrist watch read exactly 10:30 ... that was the time the mysterious voice had specified. With a self-conscious uncertainty she began to look at the house numbers. She was almost beginning to think that there was no such number ... that the whole thing was just a silly prank cooked up by a bunch of kids. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned the corner. Some of the house numbers were very difficult to read for one could hardly see them! True, Jim had called and had acted very strange on the phone today, telling her that he was going out to dinner with a colleague in the neighboring town of Stewart Falls ... and she had felt instantly that he was lying. Now she wasn't so sure. If the number was fictitious, then her husband Jim might be in Stewart Falls restaurant right now! Then, just as her hopes had risen, they were suddenly plunged downward. There before her was a large, imposing mansion of a house, set in from the road, with brick steps leading upward to the white door-front. She almost turned and ran, but something urged her on, and she found herself moving stealthily up the steps. She was glad that she had worn her dark mink coat. It would make it harder for her to be seen. She put up the hood to hide her golden hair, and then slipped around to the right side of the house.
She felt a steely will motivating her, pushing her ... something inside of her pushing her toward the window she could see ahead of her ... the one that surely must be the correct one! She had to find out now ... it was too late to turn back! She knew that she risked being discovered, and perhaps even arrested for snooping around this posh neighborhood, but it no longer really mattered. She had to know if her husband was in that house ... if her husband was behind that window. Biting her lower lip hard, she grasped the edge of the window-sill, pulling herself up slightly on tip-toe so that she could see over the high ledge. There were no lights on inside, but the moon came from behind the clouds and shone over her shoulder illuminating the scene.
* * *
Jim wormed his heatedly wildly throbbing cock up between the young girl's nakedly spread legs, his pounding hardness expanding more and more as he responded to Ginnie's lewd encouragement. He answered her urgent requests with powerful thrusts into her willingly wide-held loins, gaining more and more momentum as the rapture of his young tormentor's desire overwhelmed him. His mouth wetly locked on hers, he scraped his naked chest back and forth over her tender, quivering breasts, feeling their nipple points hard and excited beneath him. Loud mewling noises of undeniable pleasure came from her throat as his giant piston continued to widen her tightly clasping cuntal shaft. They writhed obscenely together, her hot young cunt nibbling at his thick pulsing penis as though she wanted to devour it. Beneath him, Jim could see the 17 year-old girl's lovely face growing more and more wanton as her passion increased. Her neck strained and her long auburn hair became a tangled mass as her head flailed to and fro. It was good ... very good! The best fuck ever-for both of them!
From his vantage point Winthrop Morgan could see quite clearly. He did not even bother to hide himself now, since he knew that neither his young friend Ginnie nor the rising young town banker cared about him being there. They were too caught up in each other. An earthquake wouldn't have disturbed them now! He could see Ginnie's pink bearded little pussy swallowing up Jim's long hard cock, even see her crinkled little anus spread wide and puckering like a feeding fish's mouth beneath the other man's slapping testicles. He clasped his own eagerly longing cock in his hand and began to imagine how it would be when he joined them. Back and forth his foreskin slipped over his long hardness as he moved closer to their nakedly writhing bodies. He could imagine his own thickly impatient cock sliding into Ginnie's sweet baby cunt ... her moist, hot pussy walls would cling to it and it would feel ... wonderful!
Slowly he advanced upon the copulating couple. He hoped that Jim Carroll wouldn't mind him horning in on the act, but then the younger man really had no choice. After all, he was a guest in his house, and it looked as if he was bent on fucking little Ginnie, no matter what. Encouraged by these thoughts, he insinuated his bulky form beside them on the bed, chuckling mirthfully to himself as Jim paused in mid action, his big churning cock half way out of Ginnie's wildly thrashing little pussy. The wonderful odor of wet sex met Morgan's flaring nostrils as he spoke, "Don't mind me folks ... just go right on with what you are doing!"
He thought he heard Jim growl something, but then the younger man loudly moaned as the teenage girl hungrily pulled him forward into her cunt again.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" she groaned. "OOOOOHHH GOOOOOOD! OH GOD ... OH GOD!" Ginnie was conscious of Morgan's presence beside her, and even though she was lost in a lustful world where only she and Jim Carroll were important, she felt a distinct annoyance. The older man had promised to stay out of it! She pushed her legs a bit against Jim's back and looked up beseechingly, trying to give Morgan the message that they did not want to be bothered. But Jim decided to break communication between the girl and the bank president, so he pulled her over onto her side where she lay with her back toward Morgan ... and in this new position their steaming genitals were attached as though they could never come apart again. Jim's long hot cock slithered swiftly up, higher and higher into her openly defenseless cunt, striking a new place inside of her that set delicious spasms of desire ringing through her tormented pussy.
"Ginnie, gonna fuck you sooo good!" he mouthed between her lips. His lust-hardened shaft was swollen and engorged from the wet, clinging channel of her raging pussy, and he forgot all about Winthrop Morgan on the bed beside them.
Meanwhile, the bank president was not to be so easily put off. He was horny as hell, just watching the two young people go at it, and he intended to remedy that situation.
Before him the long nakedly gleaming length of Ginnie's shapely back trembled and swayed, and below this the quivering mounds of her buttocks glimmered in the fluctuating moonlight ... plunging him deeper into a consuming passion. The wind blew the dark branches of fir trees outside the window creating weird shadows along the whiteness of the teenager's smooth skin, and Morgan could not resist cupping the two warmly rounded orbs in his two hands. Impulsively, he snuggled up against her spine. He moved down a bit, and let his heatedly throbbing cock rest up between the smooth, lightly clenching crevice that separated her cream white nether cheeks. Suddenly he realized what he was going to do. It was a splendid idea, he realized, as he grunted with pleasure. Jim's forward thrusts into Ginnie's streaming cunt, pushed her curvaceous young body back against him, thereby forcing the short excited length of his cock deeper into the crevice of the girl's softly yielding buttocks. Quickly, without changing his position, he stretched his arm over for the drawer of the little bedside table. Inside, his fingers searched and found the jar of water-base petroleum jelly. Working rapidly now, he took a glob of the clear grease and smeared it over the head of his lust-swollen penis. He placed a second glob in the anal crevice of the wantonly writhing teenage girl and, without her being aware of what he was doing, worked the slippery lubricant into her tightly puckered little anus.
Ginnie was aware of the older banker's presence back there, his sliding hot cock nudging between her spread buttocks, but she could not relinquish the delightful pleasure of Jim's long hardened flesh fucking up into her overheated vagina. The great heat of his hard body against her, his strong muscular arms holding her, extracting wails of pleasure from her lips as he entered her spread cuntal lips powerfully ... each magnificent stroke counted toward an orgasm that would not be long in coming. As the moments passed, she could sometimes ignore the presence behind her, but then a few seconds later she would feel her tender buttocks being stretched wider apart by their millionaire host, and the surprisingly slippery, pulsating tip of his penis would tease at the tiny puckered mouth of her anus. The pressure of the older man's hotly throbbing cock increased ... and increased. Abruptly she knew what he was trying to do!
"OOOOOOOOH WINNIE NOOOOOOO!" she groaned into Jim's mouth. But it was too late! Winthrop Morgan clasped his arms around her waist from behind, his arms encountering Jim's as they circled the other way. Shocked, the young banker moved his hands downward to Ginnie's slender young hips, and he heard her cry out, her entire body shivering and quaking forward against him, creating a wonderful sensation against his outrageously swollen cock. Ginnie felt the tightly resisting muscles of her anal ring suddenly pop open and slip warmly over the smooth greased head of Morgan's thickened pole of flesh, involuntarily sucking it up inside the tightly clenched walls of her back passage. The older banker's massively beating cock pushed cruelly into the naked split of her behind, never pausing for a moment on its lubricated upward journey as it sought to slip all the way up inside the warm confines of her little rectum. The relentlessly burrowing and worming head split the small opening wide, stretching it beyond all endurance, ramming ever forward as it made its insistent penetration.
In great and searing pain, Ginnie jerked forward. She thought she was being ripped in two back there! She had never felt anything like it in her entire life. A few times men had slid their fingers into her rectum, but never anything as big as Winthrop Morgan's cock! The big thick pole that still churned in her vagina met the unwanted elongated shaft that ground ceaselessly in her rectum, and she could feel the friction of the two male instruments rubbing against each other, only a thin partition separating them inside her! COULD SHE TAKE IT? She groaned in anguish, holding onto Jim's shoulders in front of her, clinging tightly and grinding her teeth in pain. Her nakedly wide-spread ass cheeks were being harshly separated, her backside was ceaselessly filled ... she was being impaled from both sides, and she struggled weakly to get away.
But to her surprise, Jim held her fast!
In spite of what Morgan might be doing to the girl, the young banker realized that he was in a situation now where anything could happen. And he was not going to back down from it. He felt a very strange kind of comradeship with Winthrop Morgan. They were both men, and they would both ravish and enjoy this hot little bitch as much as they liked, and make her like it too! He had never in his entire life done anything nearly as exciting as this, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It was almost as though someone was watching him, but he knew that that was impossible. Savagely, he let his rock-hard penis arch upward into the young girl's wetly clasping vagina. She had started it all ... not he ... now she was going to finish it up!
Both of Ginnie's delicate feminine openings were now being assaulted; her clitoris was being rubbed hard against the wiry pubic hair of Jim's groin with each slap he made against her, and surging waves of pain and pressure swept through her backside as Morgan's thick rubbery staff ground deeper and deeper into her puckered little brown anus, reaching for the farthest depths of her bowels. Jim's hands moved up to her breasts, and he muttered lewd obscenities into her mouth. She was getting a lot more than she had bargained for that evening! "Atta' girl, Ginnie ... Atta' girl!" Winthrop grunted behind her. The harder her inexperienced young rectum tried to expel his unwanted cock, the harder and farther he thrust into her belly. The feeling against his lust-swollen penis was masochistically wonderful. She was so tight back there that even he himself grunted with pain ... in spite of the greasy lubricant which made his fevered thrusts slip easily in and out. But the pleasure he was getting far outweighed the discomfort, and he continued to bump forward against her, still clasping her tiny waist, pulling her ever back against him, while Jim pulled her constantly forward. She moved between the two highly aroused men like a big rag doll, her entire nakedly pink and white teenaged body trembling and shaking.
With long, smooth strokes Winthrop Morgan lunged the full length of his straining hardness into the helplessly exposed back passage of the teenaged girl who lay in his bed. This was a lot better than the blow job she'd given him the time before! And the idea that she was getting it from both ends was highly amusing to him, not to say extremely satisfying from a physical point of view. He made a mental note to try this again, perhaps even later that very night with some of the other guests who were in the other room.
Ginnie felt a terrible anger building up inside her. She was being used ... USED ... when it was she who had intended to do the using! The whole thing went completely against her nature and was directly opposite her plan for her life. That two men would use her body like this, inflicting their wills upon her own, KNOWING that they were hurting her was something she could not abide!
The cute teenager prayed that she would have the strength to endure it ... and later to get revenge on both of them for doing this to her. Never had she been so totally possessed. She also remembered that right at that very moment Kay Carroll was quite probably watching the whole obscene thing, and she felt embarrassed that the older woman would see her this way, instead of the way she had intended. She had wanted Mrs. Carroll to see her making beautiful romantic love with Jim ... not being stuck like a squealing pig from both ends ... helplessly skewered between two rampaging cocks. She had to end it soon, one way or another.
* * *
Kay Carroll clung to the edge of the window sill. Beneath her leather gloves she knew that her knuckles must be white with strain and cold. Her feet, even though garbed in fur-lined boots were icy cold in the snow beneath the window and she was chilled through completely. Tears streamed down her face, forming icy crystals on her cheeks as she observed the horrible scene inside the house with disbelieving, horrified eyes. She had wanted to turn and run screaming some time ago, but had been unable to move from the spot. Something had kept her there, some masochism had impelled her ... had made her want to see it ALL! ... every dirty thing that her husband was involved in!
She had wanted to melt right into the snow, to disappear from the face of the earth forever, so as not to have to face the hideous reality of what was going on in that room. But she remained through it all, a betrayed wife, watching her husband taking part in the brutal ravishment of a young girl. She could sometimes see them very clearly when the moon came out from behind the clouds. At other times they were but murky shadows, like faintly seen demons from someone's personal hell. Now she could see Jim's naked buttocks facing the window, his muscular, hairy legs ... the same ones she had loved so much to look at when, before their marriage, they would go swimming out by the lake. Those same legs flexed and moved crab-like against the young girl's thighs as he flexed his hips up against her, sending his huge speeding cock high into her defenseless little womb,
Kay could see the other man behind them, and she thought that he looked familiar to her, but could not place his face ... As for the girl, from time to time her pert little face became highly visible, and Kay could take in the entire shocking panorama of pain, lust, and then more wanton lust as it etched itself on her youthful features. Then suddenly Kay dropped to the ground. For a brief instant the girl's eyes had opened wide and the peering wife could have sworn that she was looking directly at her through the window.
Kay crouched, trembling in the snow. "I must have been mistaken!" she thought. "She couldn't have possibly seen me!"
But she was so frightened and emotionally exhausted that she crept along the side of the house until she got to the front, then she ran down the steps to the sidewalk, and, without once looking back, she kept on running in the cold night air, until she got far away from Turnabout Lane.
* * *
Ginnie closed her eyes tight and felt bitter tears squeezing from beneath her long mascaraed eye-lashes. She had looked directly into Kay Carroll's eyes ... she was sure of it. Unless it was some trick of her imagination, she had read the horror, disgust, and hurt in the other woman's eyes. Her own torment had become a blinding force within her, and the humiliation of having been watched by the very woman she wanted to triumph over made her feel for an instant the total indecency of what she had set up for the other woman to see. But it was too late now to do anything about that! She could only bend her efforts and try to get herself out of this mess!
With an almost superhuman effort, she suddenly ground her buttocks backward, deliberately meeting the pain, meeting Winthrop Morgan's ramming cock head on. The hurt almost made her faint, but she did it again and again, desperately trying to finish him off so that she would not feel the terrible pressure of his unwanted, grease-slickened penis in her bowels. Furiously, she squirmed her backside toward him in lewd invitation to him to continue his indecent ravishment. But she had not reckoned with Jim, and with each hard back thrust she made, her clinging vagina massaged the massive instrument of his surging cock with even greater force.
"OOOOOOOHHHHH CHRIST!" he groaned, and suddenly he was bucking and churning against her, his massively pulsating penis slipping and worming itself up inside her hotly clasping cunt with new determination. Grunting and groaning into her mouth, he knew he was going to cream into her at any second. It was too good to go on for much longer!
In spite of herself Ginnie felt herself beginning to respond to Jim again. Deep inside her filled pussy a spark sprang up and then simply, without warning, exploded all out of control. Frantically she clung to his hair, her head flung back so hard that she hit Winthrop Morgan in the face. Her mouth gaped open wide, and her eyes rolled back into their sockets as she felt Jim plowing steadily into the tumultuous pit of her cunt. Behind her Morgan jerked upward into her buttocks and groaned loudly as he began to spurt thick hot jets of cum far up in the heated passage of her trembling white ass. His huge spewing cock quivered inside her, as her auburn hair flew from side to side, covering his face with its perfumed softness. She herself bucked and shimmied like an untamed animal against the two men.
"AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO! OOOOOOHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSS!" she cried, screaming, "Yes! YES!" over and over again as the waves of an all-powerful orgasm began to pound inside her wildly rejoicing pussy.
The two men-Jim, the up and coming young banker on the one side, and Winthrop Morgan, the well-established tycoon, on the other side-squeezed and caressed her nakedly writhing tender flesh as the final convulsive stage of their ruthless fucking took hold of them all.
Jim could feel her cumming. Her tight little cunt was thirstily kneading at his jerking cock, milking him, and he was bursting apart himself. It was all coming loose, and he could feel his long exploding penis swelling inside of her with lightning speed. He made one last surging lunge into her, and then released wave after wave of his hot, thick cum deep into the burning passage of her flaring young pussy. His hairy balls smacked wetly against the smooth inner thighs, and he pressed in, feeling her tightly climaxing vagina filling with the sticky, white fluid of his own raging orgasm.
"HOT CUNT!" he groaned into her ear. Exhausted and thoroughly delighted, he fell back from her shuddering young nakedness. His spent penis slipped from her flooded vagina, and he lay on his back breathing heavily, his naked arm pressed against the cold of the window pane next to him.
"Now that's what I call fuckin'!" he heard Winthrop Morgan's voice say.
"I agree!" Jim said softly, more to himself than to anyone else.
Chapter 5
Jane Anderson put the teapot on the stove and turned on the fire beneath it. "What she really needs is a drink!" she said out loud to herself. In her living room, a few feet away, sat her sister-in-law, Kay. All upset and about to have a nervous breakdown because she'd discovered Jim was cheating on her! Jane went over to the cabinet and took out a bottle of brandy. She supposed that she ought to be a little more sympathetic, but she knew that her husband, Kay's brother, was not cheating on her! The other way round was more like it. She wished that more women would wise up to the fact that there's no sense sitting home alone all the time when there are interesting people in the world besides your husband!
Jane was tall and buxom, her dark hair framed her face in such a way that many people compared her to Jane Russell. She always laughed whenever anyone said this, but was inwardly pleased at the comparison. Her big breasts were always an asset wherever she went, with men anyway, and she really did not care much about women. She cared a lot about her husband, Ed, though, in spite of a few casual encounters she'd had since their marriage, and the only thing she really had to complain about was his jealousy. Why, she had not even looked at another man in months, but to hear Ed tell it, she was just champing at the bit.
"Well," she thought now as she poured some brandy for her sister-in-law, "Maybe I am!" Something about Kay's story had made her get that old gnawing feeling in the pit of her belly. Yes, it would be nice to do some just plain old fucking with someone else besides Ed ... and the sooner the better! She took a small tray with the brandy and the tea pot and cups into the living room. Kay sat on the couch biting her fingernails, her long, blonde hair was a mess.
"God, you've really got it bad, kid!" Jane said putting the tray down in front of the slightly younger woman. "It's not all that horrible, honey!" She sat down next to her on the couch, letting her short skirt ride up and exposing her statuesque legs clear up to the thighs.
Kay moved over a bit. She was almost sorry that she had come. But she'd not known who to turn to after the horrible awakening about what kind of man her husband really was ... and finally after giving it some thought, she'd come over to her brother's house to talk to his wife, Jane. Jane was a little crude, and Kay had not always liked her, but she knew that the older woman had much more experience than she had had with men, and consequently she hoped to get some kind of advice from her.
"You'd better drink more of that brandy than the tea, sweetie. You're shaking like a leaf! Now come on, tell me the rest! Don't tell me that you actually went to that address?"
Kay nodded her head solemnly, yes! She was going to break into tears again at any moment if Jane did not stop talking to her like that!
"Oh, Jane," she blubbered, setting her brandy glass down, "I know I'm a fool ... I may have done the wrong thing ... but don't make it any worse!"
Jane apologized and sat still. She'd just let her blonde sister-in-law tell her everything in her own time. They had all afternoon before Ed got back from the gas station. He'd come in around five or so to get dinner and then go back and work at night for a few hours. He owned the station and did all the repairs himself. She wondered what Ed would say if he saw his normally cool, calm, and collected sister now! Jane bet he had never seen Kay like this! Jane had always been a little jealous of her sister-in-law. What with her being married to that gorgeous hunk of bachelor, Jim. Jane thought now of the lucky young lady who was receiving his favors, wondering who'd had the guts to go after him. Jim was hardly the type of person to start anything on his own!
Jane carefully studied her young sister-in-law's face. "God, even when she's been crying all night and day, she still looks like a goddamn goddess!" she thought. "If I'd been crying like that I'd have to spend two days at home with the blinds drawn." Kay was going on meanwhile, stuttering out the entire story of the phone call and the horrid sight of what she'd seen at the house on Turnabout Lane. Jane listened, her face as passive as she could possibly make it, considering the fact that she was getting more and more excited by Kay's description of the three-way orgy.
"Whew!" she exclaimed, "That must have been really something ... seeing them in there buck naked and ..."
"Oh, please, Jane ... PLEASE!" Kay was crying again, and Jane felt a distinct sensation of hostility toward her sister-in-law. It was probably all her fault that Jim had to look elsewhere for a little excitement, she figured. She was secretly glad that something had at last happened to shake up her prim, little housewife of a sister-in-law!
"Well, come on, kid, stop crying ... you want me to help you figure out something? My feeling is that you should ignore the whole thing. Jim is just having a little fling ... most men get around to it eventually ... and he'll be his old self again before you know it!" She was helping herself to more of the brandy and pouring another glass for Kay as well. She said every reassuring phrase that came to her mind, all the while thinking about that address on Turnabout Lane. She remembered going to a wild party there last year, and she'd heard tell then that the host was Winthrop Morgan ... It was hard to tell because everyone had been blindfolded, and Morgan was known to own over six properties in and around town. Jane was very interested to learn that the parties were on again. She'd only been able to get away one time last year, and the thought that she might get another chance to go to one of the swinging affairs was an extremely pleasant one. She needed a little fun! If only she could think of some way to get out of the house! Her husband Ed was very interested in how she spent just about every waking hour, and it wasn't going to be easy to get away once she did get herself invited to one of those parties!
"Do you really think that's the way to handle it?" Kay inquired, shakily sipping her tea, and then setting it down to lift the brandy glass which was indeed easier to handle.
"What? Oh, yes ... ignore it ... pretend that you do not know a thing ... get yourself a few new frilly undies and make it up to him in bed!" Jane was thinking that she herself would be very interested in "making it up" to her handsome brother-in-law herself. Maybe, one day she would get the chance!
Kay shuddered. "I won't let that filthy monster touch me! The very thought of it makes my skin crawl!!"
"Well, honey ... that's not quite the right attitude ..." Jane tried to persuade her husband's younger sister to be more lenient toward Jim, all the while thinking, "You little simp ... what do you think you've got down there between your legs ... Fort Knox?"
The two women talked until it began to grow dark outside, and Jane got up to defrost the dinner she was planning for her husband that night. It was a special lasagna dish that she had made herself a few weeks earlier and frozen so that they could enjoy the treat later on. Ed always enjoyed her good cooking and Jane was very proud that she was able to keep his stomach as well as his body satisfied. Her mother had always told her that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, but she had never relied solely upon her dinners to keep Ed contented. Actually it wasn't so much to keep him happy that she encouraged their extremely active sexual life together. She herself seemed to need an extra amount of satisfaction, just to maintain her equilibrium. That was why she occasionally felt the urge to cheat on her husband Ed.
She made a strong, hot toddy for Kay who seemed unable to budge from the living room sofa, and then busied herself in the kitchen. She was very curious to see Ed's reaction when he came home and found his sister half-stewed in the living room. She got a little kick out of the idea that finally Kay would slip from that pedestal that Ed always kept her on. Kay was no better than anyone else ... he would find that out soon enough! Her sister-in-law was finally getting a little taste of life, instead of just going around like some giant Barbie doll with a mound of flesh-colored plaster where her cunt ought to be! She was feeling so good that she began to sing in the kitchen, and shortly the wonderful aroma of the lasagna and fresh broccoli filled the kitchen. She made a dressing for the salad, and then dashed upstairs to change. She glanced into the living room on her way up and noted that Kay had turned on the television set. The news was on ... something about the war, and Kay was sitting as though mesmerized watching it. "Jim's not getting any supper tonight!" Jane thought as she changed into a gold blouse that had a deep "vee" neckline. She pulled on a pair of tight black stretch knit pants, and pleased with herself, went back downstairs. She was expecting Ed at any moment now.
She paused in the living room to ask Kay if she would like to stay for dinner, but Kay declined. "I'm going home in a few minutes, Jane ... as soon as I get myself together! You have a new TV!"
"Oh, yes ... the color ... well, you know we really can't afford it ... but the last time we were at your house Ed was so taken with your color TV that he decided we had to have one, too. The payments are not too bad, though. I guess yours is paid for!"
"Y ... yes ... it is ..." Kay felt a little dizzy. She did not feel better at all after having confided in her sister-in-law. In some ways she felt worse ... much worse! There was an emptiness inside her ... a hollow that had once been filled with the secure feeling she'd had about herself and her place in the world. Now she didn't quite know who she was or what was going to happen next. She felt frightened, and even though she knew that she ought to leave, Kay thought perhaps she might feel better if she could just see her brother. He always cheered her up. She knew that Ed had always looked after her when they were little, calling her a fairy princess. He still called her princess, in fact. Of course she couldn't tell him anything about what had happened ... but just one of his bear hugs would feel awfully good right then!
Jane stared at her for a second; it was obvious the blonde was not going to leave. "Well, you just relax and try to take your mind off your troubles. You'll see things will be ship-shape in a few weeks!" Jane disappeared into the kitchen. She felt terribly angry at Kay and slammed a few pots around before calming down. "Ought to be home taking care of her husband, so he doesn't have to get it in the street!" she mumbled. Jane felt extremely agitated. Her buxom body was filled with a nervousness that she knew Kay's story had caused. She knew that if Kay wasn't there moping in the living room, she would seduce Ed the second he came in the door, and they would have a good time right there on the couch. Often it was hours before they got around to having their dinner.
Suddenly there was the sound of Ed's car in the drive, and Jane looked quickly into the mirror that she kept in the broom closet. Her crimson lipstick was perfect, and her black curly hair shone in the overhead kitchen light. The familiar sound of Ed's footsteps sounded in the snow outside the back door, and Jane flicked on the light outside, opening the door in time to greet her stocky, wearily grinning husband. His face was cold as she kissed him, but his warm lips and tongue responded readily to hers as she put her arms around him right there in the doorway.
"Hey ... let me get my coat off anyway!" Ed was pleased, though, as he scratched his sandy hair. He was in the mood tonight, and had thought about Jane all the way home from the garage. He'd been working hard all day, and the warm kitchen with its good smells, and Jane's affectionate welcome conspired to give him the feeling that there was indeed no place like home.
Jane felt the tension that Kay's visit had created in her dissipating as she drew Ed into the kitchen. She had a sudden inspiration. Why tell her husband right away that his sister was sitting in the living room. He would find that out later. Right now they could have a little fun right there in the kitchen, and no one would be the wiser.
Slowly, Jane's hands moved along Ed's body, worming under his jacket to the top of his pants. She quickly unzipped his fly and felt the rigidity of his sturdy penis throbbing heatedly against her fingers as she worked, and then she reached for it, and withdrew the rapidly growing stalk of hot flesh from his pants.
"HEY!" he cried out, steadying himself by putting his hands on the kitchen counter. But he was chuckling, his already red face flushing a deep crimson as he waited to see what Jane would do next. Jane was already crouching down in front of him. "Don't you worry," she said, "Nothing will burn ..."
"I'm already burning up," he countered, looking down on the top of her dark head. She began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused Ed's thick meaty cock to ache with longing beyond endurance. She knelt down onto the tiled kitchen floor and her red, wetly parted lips hovered a scant few inches over the moistly pulsing head of his penis. She held it tightly now, between both her hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his hips to move back and forth in time to her maddening caress. Then Jane's head dropped slowly down toward his pulsating hardness and, suddenly, her tongue darted forward, snakelike, the tip of it teasing at the wetness of the tiny gland on the end.
Ed sucked in his breath from the sudden contact. Chills rippled along the back of his spine, bringing the low rumble of a lustful moan to his lips as Jane brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitive cock head in a warm, moist pressure. Her soft lips tightened around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the dark, wet cavern of her mouth.
"CHRIST!" he groaned, looking down at her shining black hair. She moved her head a bit and he could see his hard shaft of flesh sunk half-way between her tightly ovalled lips, and the sight increased the sensation ten times over, sending shuddering titillations all through him. His cock was wet and glistening as Jane gently began to massage the soft resiliency of his testicles with one hand and to stroke the base of his penis with the other, taking it between thumb and forefinger as she continued sucking gently up and down. It was incredible!
Ed could feel the softness of her tongue twirling madly around his impatiently throbbing member just as her lips pulled upward, the tip flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He flexed his buttocks and groaned again. This time louder!
In front of him, Jane could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck a little harder. She let the tips of her teeth dig gently, ever so gently, into the hard, resisting flesh leaving small white trails where they had pressured the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Her wetly quivering tongue began to swipe around and around the growing head of his cock until he thought it was near the bursting point. He could see the shaft growing bigger and bigger with each forward thrust of his wife's head, and he pushed forward sending almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her throat. Ed was certain that she would choke on it, but Jane took it in her stride and continued the maddening sucking, only pausing from time to time to gasp for breath.
Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as he watched her at work over his hard excitedly pulsating cock. He had never seen her so determined, and she lunged over his lust-swollen flesh as though she had gone mad. The muscles of Ed's stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure, as he began to push forward still harder, thrusting his cock even further into the warm moistness of her open mouth. The red, painted flesh of her lips pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting hard-working cock and he could see the crimson ring around his wetly glistening shaft where her lipstick had rubbed off.
Over and over again Ed groaned, and his lips moved crazily as he spit out the sounds from between clenched teeth. Then suddenly he gasped! The moment was here and now! A low, guttural sound started somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot, sticky sperm begin its mad dash from the hidden sanctity of his balls. It began spewing in thick hot streams into Jane's voraciously sucking mouth. Ed's head snapped back, and he looked toward the kitchen ceiling. He had almost forgotten where they were. For some reason his eyes focused on the kitchen clock that was high on the wall facing them; 6:29 it said. Looking down, he saw Jane's cheeks expanding and hollowing like a bellows as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes of his cum to keep from choking:
"OOOOOHHHH BABY ... BABY ... BABY ... BAAABBYY!!" he shouted, his hands tangling cruelly in her dark hair, holding her head to the wonderful throbbing of his loins as he pushed his squirting instrument all the way down to her tonsils. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied the white hot liquid into the incredible soft warmth of her mouth and throat.
Ed moaned a last heart-rending sound and grunted finally in complete fulfillment. Slowly then his big prick began to deflate inside of Jane's mouth, but she continued sucking softly, gently drawing every last tiny drop of the sticky sperm from his spent cock.
When every last sensation had ebbed from his drained instrument, Ed felt Jane slowly, oh, so slowly, slipping her mouth from it.
"OH JESUS!" he said. A rush of sensation invaded him again, it was as though he wanted an immediate repeat, but then it was over. The warm air of the kitchen struck his quivering naked member, and Ed realized that he was starving.
Jane rose a little unsteadily from her knees, smiling broadly at her craggy faced husband. "Like it?" she inquired, making big, innocent brown eyes at him, her face flushed from her exertions.
"LIKE IT? Are you kidding, baby ... you blew my mind! You're gonna' get yours too ... I promise you that ... but first feed me ... I'm hungry as a horse!"
"It's already, hon ... and, oh yes, there is someone in the living room!" Jane laughed silently inside herself, thinking of Kay sitting there drinking while she sucked off her brother's cock in the kitchen. What a laugh!
"WHAT? You're kidding ... and you did that to me ... Jesus! Why didn't you tell me ...?" He was already headed toward the living room. Jane started taking the lasagna out of the oven.
"There's nobody here!" Ed's voice bellowed back from the living room. "Who the hell was it anyway? Or are you just putting me on?"
* * *
Kay picked herself up out of the snow drift. She stood knee deep in snow, having left her boots at her brother's house in her hasty exit. She had managed to grab her coat from the stand by the front door as she sped past, panicking as she jerked at the door, fleeing the lewd sounds of her brother's obscene pleasure.
Through bleary eyes, bloodshot from tears and the brandy her sister-in-law had pressed on her, she looked up at the dark, cloudy sky. Has the world gone mad? The entire world? Or only me?
Having heard the strange strangled sounds coming from the kitchen, Kay had rushed to help Jane, thinking perhaps that she had burned herself. The sound was so awful that she had already visualized taking her to a nearby hospital for aid. But as she reached the door to the kitchen, she came to a sudden halt, for there in front of her were her brother and his wife. Her brother was standing by the back door bracing himself against the counter, his eyes closed in what seemed to be ecstatic bliss. While she watched, he emitted another low groan that seemed to come from deep inside his chest. His hands gripped Jane's bobbing head, pushing it steadily up and down upon his stiff, upstanding penis.
From her position, Kay could see it clearly, the beet-red, wetly glistening shaft appeared and disappeared into Jane's tightly ovalled lips. Kay thought she would never forget the way it looked or the expression upon her brother's face. Never had she thought of her brother in such a way, and now she had seen him indulging in that lewd act ... and enjoying it! She knew that her sister-in-law Jane was to blame for Ed's wanton behavior in the kitchen, but yet she felt she could not forgive her brother for succumbing to it.
She began to trudge along the snow. Her feet were beginning to grow icy cold. She shivered. The sight of Ed's thick, bloated penis seemed etched in her mind and she could not rid herself of it. Men ... she thought ... perhaps her blase sister-in-law was correct ... maybe they were all alike! Maybe they all liked orgies and filthy things! The thought added to her already deep depression as Kay continued home. She had only a few blocks to go, but without boots it seemed an eternity before she reached the shelter of her home.
Chapter 6
It was very uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa in the library, but Kay couldn't back down now. She had made a big issue of it, and for the past week and a half Jim had the bedroom to himself. Each day was more difficult than the last, and Kay hardly knew whether to cook dinner or not to cook dinner, for Jim's hours were so irregular. Sometimes she would decide not to make anything at all, and she would go to a movie; that would be the night her husband came straight home from the bank, hoping for a home cooked meal. What was difficult was that Kay had a very hard time looking at him ... just looking at his face made her recall the night she had watched him through the window at 457 Turnabout Lane. Then she would start crying again, her tears uncontrollable as she fought back the urge to tell him that she knew everything, that indeed she had seen just about every horrid detail of his indiscretion.
When he came home late, she would get to wondering if he had been out with that girl again. She'd lie awake in the library, listening to the sound of his key in the lock, and then his footsteps as he went past her door into the bedroom that they used to share together. Some nights his steps were uneven and faltering, and Kay suspected that he'd been out drinking. On one such night he had stopped outside her door, and for a few moments her heart thudded in her chest at the thought that he might try to come in. She couldn't remember whether or not she had locked the door, and she held her breath until he finally moved on. She heaved a sigh of relief, but deep down inside something was disappointed. She tossed and turned on the lumpy studio couch. What if he had come in? What if he had tried to make love to her?
There was a strange longing for him in her loins that she could not really deny as she tried desperately to fall asleep. But she knew that her normal sexual desires were for Jim as the perfect lover ... the man she'd thought she was getting before her marriage, and not the unfeeling beast she'd gotten! It was terrible to have such a thought ... the feeling of still being in love with him, even though she knew that it was more than probable that their differences would never be straightened out now. Not after what he'd done! And yet she continued. Each day was a limbo during which she could visualize herself living alone one day, a sad and unhappy grass widow who would never marry again ... never know the delights of a wonderful husband ... never know the delight a wonderful romantic husband could offer.
It looked as though there would be no change at all, but then one afternoon Kay was preparing a special dinner-hoping Jim would come home and would perhaps discuss their differences-when the phone rang. Wiping her hands on her apron, she picked up the wall receiver that hung in the dining nook.
"Hi there ... it's Jane. How are you, hon?"
Kay felt her whole body stiffening. She had not heard from either her brother or sister-in-law since the day she had mistakenly run to Jane for advice. The anger and embarrassment she had felt when she'd stumbled upon them in the kitchen still consumed her, especially at night before she went to sleep ... when she would think back on the good times she and her brother had had as children, and contrast it with the odd way she felt toward him now that she had witnessed such an intimate act between him and his wife. She held it against both of them, but especially against Jane.
"Y ... yes ... Oh, I'm fine!" she replied, trying to hide the resentment in her voice.
"Listen, sweetie, I've been thinking about your problem, you know?"
"Listen Jane ... believe me, I can make out OK without any ..."
"No ... you've got to hear me out. Trust me ... I know just how to make that man of yours come to his senses. And it will only take a few short hours! Now, are you interested?"
Kay's hopes rose. Perhaps there was some salvation after all, and crude and awful as she was, her brother's wife might have the answer! In spite of a warning voice that cautioned her, she let her voice betray her hope.
When Jane heard this, she knew she would be able to persuade Kay to go to the party with her. It had been a wild idea, but it looked like it was going to work! Ed certainly couldn't object to her going out with his sister, and before the night was through she would have what she wanted ... a little fun in a few other guys' arms, and Kay might just have what she wanted. Quickly she detailed her plan, not mentioning that it was going to be an out and out orgy. She emphasized that Jim would be there, as would some of Granger's better known citizens.
"I'm sure that Jim's going to be there," Jane continued hurriedly, "... and probably with that same chick, too, no doubt ... the one you saw him with the last time. Now if you appear there, and Jim sees you, he'll think someone else invited you ... and he will get so jealous and ashamed of himself that you two have just got to make up!"
"But what kind of a party is it, Jane ... are you sure it's not one of those orgies!"
"Well, yeah ..." Jane said, thinking fast, "A few people might disappear into a bedroom for a little fast loving before the night is out, but you and Jim will be walking out of there before that happens ... walking out of there arm in arm ... or at least you'll make up by the time you get home!"
"Well ... I just don't know ... Jane, I don't think I could face meeting those terrible people, and then seeing Jim ... and that girl!!!"
"Do you want him back or not? You're not a little girl any more, honey ... you've got to fight like a woman ... otherwise ... curtains!"
Kay felt a twitch in her face as Jane spit out her words, and as much as she was against the whole idea, she knew that she would do it. She had absolutely no idea what else to do about the mess her life was in.
She would be fighting "fire with fire". It was an expression her mother, when she was still alive, liked to use, and now, for the first time in her life, Kay was going to take her mother's advice. She hung up the phone and realized she was shivering with the thought about what she had agreed to, but as she roamed the empty, sterile house she felt that she had to take some positive step to end the limbo her life had become. It didn't even look as though she and Jim lived in the house ... it looked like one of those model homes set up for a hypothetical family ... and at the moment, that was exactly what Kay had, and she decided that even complete failure ... divorce and shame were better than what she was going through at the moment.
As usual, she heard nothing from Jim about his plans for that evening. She didn't doubt for a moment that he would be going to that address again. He had probably been going there steadily since that first night she had spied on him. The thought sent the usual twisting knife through her insides, and she desperately tried to calm herself as she dumped the beginnings of a very special meal down the garbage disposal. She watched, almost mesmerized, as it was sucked down the drain and shredded by a hundred whirling little knife blades. When it was all gone and the roaring sound had subsided to a shrill whine, the young wife nodded vigorously and then, tight-lipped, raced upstairs, her small feet padding soundlessly on the carpeted stairs. She would have a lot to do before she was ready to attend that party of Turnabout Lane. It involved turning herself into a completely different person ... a woman who was strong enough to face her husband and his teen-aged mistress, as well as the other loose moraled people he consorted with. There was also hopefully, the strong possibility that she would come in contact with the person who had been so hateful as to send her that anonymous letter.
She lay energetically filing her nails, across the big, double bed that was now occupied by her husband on the nights when he returned home. The room itself was a mess since Kay had not entered it since Jim's departure for the bank that morning. But somehow she cherished the disorder of the room as some sign of life in the house.
"TONIGHT," she thought, "I'll be another woman ... A woman who can take Jim away from that girl!" Her fists clenched tightly in determination, she dug her fingernails so hard into her palms that she almost drew blood.
* * *
Jane hung up the phone, and then jumped up and did a little dance around the room. She laughed and held onto her bouncing breasts to keep their weight from hurting as she swung around. Her halter top and tight pants looked as though they might give way at any moment under the stress of her motions, but they held until at last she sat back down again on the comfortable lounge chair. Out of breath, she reached forward and flicked on the color TV. There was a program coming on shortly: "The Doctors" ... it was a soap opera that took place in a hospital, and she never missed a single day if possible. She found it was easy to do just about anything else she wanted to and still watch the program for the plot developed so slowly that it was almost impossible to miss an important moment. Now as the familiar faces of the actors appeared on the large screen, she thought once again about the party that night. Her husband, Ed, jealous as he was, would never question her if she was going out with his sister. That had been the main reason for setting it all up with Kay, her motivation being to have a good time for herself. It also pleased her that she was going to get her prissy sister-in-law to attend an out and out orgy. She doubted if Kay had any real idea of what could happen before Jim showed up ... if he did show up!
Jane had gone to a lot of trouble to find out about the party ... one of a series on Turnabout Lane. She had been forced to contact an old lover, an insurance broker who was always up on such things in and around Granger. Then she had to practically blackmail him into revealing the information to her. She found out that he had seen Jim at the last two parties, and that the handsome young banker was almost certain to attend the next one with his new girl-friend, l7 year-old Ginnie Reordon. The pair had been going at it hot and heavy for the past two weeks, and her broker friend doubted if the romance would have cooled off just yet, judging from the things he had seen.
Jane smiled to herself and let her hand drop casually between her spread legs, feeling the tight material of her pants stretched taut over her pronounced pubic mound. She felt a familiar sensation of longing down there up between her full, tightly encased thighs, and she was glad that she was going to get a little action that night. She knew it would have to last her for a while, since heaven knew when she would manage to get away from her husband's eagle eye again.
She decided to call Kay back and suggest that her young sister-in-law come to meet her at the house. That way they could leave together, supposedly for the movies, and good old Ed would never be the wiser!
* * *
Ed Anderson cautiously closed the door behind the two women, and continued to peer out from behind the curtain watching them walk down the driveway toward the rebuilt VW that Jane drove. He had worked hard on that little car for her, but every time she drove away in it, he had that awful feeling that she was going to meet somebody in it. He watched his wife getting into the driver's side and then his sister Kay got in the other side. There was something very strange about the whole thing! Jane was dressed casually in a sweater and skirt ... but his blonde sister, Kay, was wearing a cocktail dress, and a very revealing one at that ... the sexy kind of a thing that he had never seen her wear before, he'd noticed too, that she had hardly met his eye during the five or ten minutes that she had been in the house. He was really certain now that his sister had seen Jane sucking him off in the kitchen that night, although his wife had assured him that it was impossible, telling him that Kay had called later to say that she had left in a hurry because something was in the oven and she feared the house would catch on fire.
Just as the little VW sped away, Ed abruptly recalled that his sister had the automatic kind of oven that would turn itself off if ever anything like that had happened. When he'd first heard his wife's excuse for Kay's hasty departure, he had been glad to believe that his sensitive younger sister hadn't seen him indulging in something he knew she probably would consider a lewd act. "Well ... maybe it is lewd," he thought, "but when your wife does it to you it's Ok!"
Still, though, it really didn't explain why Kay could not even look at him. Christ! She'd looked as if she had done something-not him! And then there was the fact that Jane and Kay were going out to that movie ... the one in Havers Falls ... something called "A Woman's Story" ... the sexy kind of thing that Jane might be interested in ... but Ed hardly thought his sister would enjoy a Swedish movie about a bunch of horny broads. And, finally, the two women had never been friendly before, and Ed could understand why, what with Kay being so sophisticated and all, married to a banker, and Jane being ... well, down to earth. Why were they suddenly so buddy, buddy? Goddammit! They were up to something!
Before he had even finished formulating these thoughts, Ed was running out the back door. His beat up Chevy was waiting in the drive, and Ed knew that if he hurried he would find them ... not in Havers Falls, but right here in Granger. He had an image of Kay in that cocktail dress, her smooth, white breasts hanging out so far that Ed thought they might fall out if she bent over too far. He couldn't remember ever having seen his sister's breasts ... unless it was that one time when they were kids ... when he had surprised her in the shower. He'd done it on purpose really, but even at the time he hadn't admitted it to himself. He could still remember the shocked expression on Kay's face. She had been about 14 with perfectly formed little breasts ... and the golden triangle of her pussy had been lightly covered with a silken down. Ed remembered his eyes locking with his sister's and each reading shock ... and some other mysterious thing ... in the depths of their dilated pupils.
The car started right away and the snow tires crunched upon the ice in the driveway.
"Christ!" Ed intoned out loud. "I know that I can't trust Jane as far as I can throw a stick ... but my baby sister, Kay? What in the hell are they up to?" He raced to the corner just in time to see the red VW turning right at the next corner, and since Ed knew that definitely was not the road to Havers Falls, he speeded up considerably, at the same time being careful to keep his distance ... so that his wife and sister would not see him!
Chapter 7
Kay was terrified! She and Jane were greeted at the door by two males wearing masks, and to her horror one of the men was naked to the waist, and clad in red tights from the waist down. His rather large and ungainly feet were encased in a pair of outsized high heels that probably dated from 1942, judging from their style. It was so bizarre that she would have bolted then and there had not her sister-in-law kept a tight grip upon the soft, naked flesh of her arm.
Jane seemed to know the one in tights very well, and he seemed overjoyed to fetch special masks for them, not just the plain black eye masks, but two very feminine over-all face masks that left only the mouth and chin visible. The one that Kay chose was the face of a cat, and it had silver sparkles all over it giving her the appearance of a large Persian when she looked at herself in the hall mirror.
Jane's was a fox mask, and Kay couldn't help thinking how much the features of the pointy nosed animal resembled those of her sister-in-law. As nervous as she was, Kay felt considerably better once she had the mask on. It looked rather nice, she thought, and it didn't make her feel so self conscious about having worn such a revealing dress. One compensated for the other, she told herself.
"It's like a fiesta, girls!" one of the men was saying. "Come on in now ... anyone ever been in Rio during Carnival ... madness ... absolute madness! That's what tonight feels like ... Come on in ... there's plenty to drink!"
Timidly Kay followed her buxom sister-in-law as she entered the spacious living room behind the two men. She wanted to ask which of the men was the host, but Jane didn't seem predisposed to talking. The young wife stood just inside the living room and looked around at the shadowy figures who were scattered about the fire-lit room. It was still early and there weren't many people there, but Kay was quaking with fear that her husband Jim might already be there ... that he and that girl might be watching her now! She hoped that the dress, one that she had never worn before and which was unlike anything that she had in her extensive wardrobe, would help protect her identity until such time as she wanted to make it known. Still, though, she cringed at the thought that every single person there ... most of them faceless shapes and disembodied cocktail party voices ... was commenting on the fact that Mrs. James Carroll had just walked in the door.
Within seconds drinks had been placed in their hands. Jane had requested a rye and soda from the elderly man who asked her, and even though Kay didn't really like the taste, she ordered a scotch because she had been led to believe that tasteful people drank it.
"Well, let's just sit over here, honey, until someone familiar comes in!" Jane pointed out a low sofa that was on the side of the room. There was a man hovering near them, trying to catch their eye, but Kay ignored him and quickly sat down beside Jane. She was thankful, however, that no one else at the gathering was wearing anything more bizarre than a business suit. The scotch was beginning to calm her nervousness, and for a few seconds she was almost able to convince herself that she wasn't really Mrs. Kay Carroll ... that she was someone else ... just a young woman who would be interested in attending such a party!
"Jane" she asked curiously, "Do you actually KNOW some of these people? I mean ... have you ...?"
"Been to parties like this before ... sure ... oh, long before your brother and I were married, of course ... but some of the old people are still around!"
"I ... I certainly want to thank you for trying to help me out like this ... But ... it does feel strange." Kay looked around her. Some of the couples had begun to dance at the other end of the room. "You're definitely right ... I have to meet Jim on his own grounds!" She spoke the last with a slight quiver of her lower lip. It was still horrible to think that her husband was being so grossly unfaithful to her. That there was not a shadow of doubt about it, or of the fact that he chose to flaunt his new lover shamelessly at public gatherings like this! Her eyes burned a little, and she was thankful that her mask hid her expression. Her fingers twisted painfully around each other, and she sat with her legs tightly crossed, so much so that the circulation of her lower leg was being cut off. She changed position to keep it from falling asleep and noted that her inner thighs beneath her nylons were moist and clammy from nervousness.
"Oh, God," she thought, "I've got to have another drink ... Suppose Jim were to walk in now, what would I do?" The way she had visualized it was totally different from the actuality of the party. It really didn't seem so very different from any party that she had been to except that everyone was wearing a mask ... and, of course, there'd been that man in the tights and high heels. Earlier, she had imagined herself deep in conversation with some handsome, very attentive man. She had brought along a package of cigarettes in case she needed to do something with her hands. The handsome man would be lighting her cigarette, and she would be contemplating going out for some air with him ... he would beg her to leave the party with him, and just then Jim would come in with that little snip. He would be tiring of her already, for he would have found out that there was no substance to her ... no real substance. And she, Kay, would laugh up into the stranger's face, blowing out the smoke of her cigarette, and Jim would rush over to her and angrily take her away from the party. She would know that he still loved her, and that night ... oh, she knew full well, that that night in bed she would respond to him, whatever his mood. She would be ready for him!
She felt a sudden undeniable twitch between her legs at the thought of it. If only she could get a second chance!
Kay was snapped out of her reverie by the realization that Jane was getting up. The man she had noticed earlier had approached them and had asked Jane to dance. To the blonde young wife's dismay her buxom sister-in-law jumped up eagerly, and was being danced away to a lively Latin beat before any objections could be made. She could see the outline of Jane's full, rounded buttocks swaying in time to the music, the two loaves of her soft, girdleless behind trapped in the tightness of her skirt, struggling against the material ... and then Kay could no longer see her at all.
A feeling of utter loneliness came over her as her dark-haired sister-in-law disappeared in what had become a sea of people, and to keep from spinning off into a panic, Kay stood up and headed toward the bar, where a congenial bartender administered drinks and snacks. Kay was shocked by her surroundings in that the house was more elegant than any she and Jim had ever been invited to in their usual social activities, and the caliber of the food and liquor that was served was obviously of a top cut. She had expected something a shade seedier somehow. The second scotch tasted good and, uncertainly, Kay looked around her. She was afraid of being approached by anyone, and yet she was more afraid of being alone ... an unwanted wallflower ...
Several unattached men seemed to be looking at her, and self-conscious, despite her cat mask, Kay began to walk away from the bar. Perhaps she could find the bathroom, or some place where she could relax for a few minutes and freshen her lipstick, the only part of her make-up visible beneath her mask. She wandered down a dimly lighted hallway and discovered a small room to the left that appeared to be the study. After looking inside and seeing that the room was empty, Kay entered and closed the door behind her, then collapsed on a leather sofa that faced a wall of books. She felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her.
The strain was really tremendous, and she was thankful for the opportunity to be away from the party. She began to wonder what on earth she was doing there at all! In the calm and quiet of the library room Kay finished her drink, and decided that the thing to do now was to leave. She would go outside in a few minutes and find Jane, and together they would depart ... before Jim came and found her there ... before anything real could happen. It would be as though she had never come at all, and she would find some other way to solve her problems ... some way that did not involve such masquerading.
"WHAT'S NEW PUSSY CAT?" Kay nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of a man's voice behind her. She whirled around on her seat, and almost dropped her glass when she saw a tall, black man directly behind the sofa. His friendly smile only frightened her, and all she could think of was screaming ... screaming at the top of her lungs. She began to search for her purse on the sofa, and started to scramble to her feet.
"I ... I was just leaving. Going home ... Excuse me, I didn't know there was anyone in this room ..."
The large man pulled himself up to his full height, and Kay found herself craning her neck in order to see him clearly. He was well over 6 feet, and in fact, Kay didn't think she had ever seen a man as tall as he was.
"I was doing some meditation exercises behind the sofa there ..." he said. "Nothing like it for clearing the head. Especially when it's so noisy out there with all those prowling cats looking for a bird in someone else's tree."
"I ... I see ... well, I really must be going ..." Kay stood and started toward the door.
"What's your hurry ... You're not still frightened are you?" There was something menacing in the dark man's tone that sent a shiver of fear tracing down Kay's spine. She was thankful that he could not see her face ... or her eyes ... surely they would give away the utter terror she felt.
"No ... no, of course not ..." she stammered, lying. "No ... I just ... have to go, that's all." There were two feet of space between her and the door, and Kay realized that this black man could easily step in front of her with one giant step and block her way. She remembered that old saying about animals being able to scent your fear, and how it was important not to let them know it, otherwise they would attack. But why was she thinking of animals. She couldn't help it ... this big, black man reminded her of a primitive creature, the way he stood defiantly watching her, his own eyes hidden by a thin, black mask, through which two glinting dark points looked out. She had not known many black people, other than her cleaning maids, and a couple of girls in high school. Granger was a predominantly white town, although Kay learned through the papers that there was a greater percentage of "non-whites" in the area than ever before. Certainly, she had never expected to meet a Negro at any party she attended, even this one. But now she realized that her thinking was probably hopelessly old-fashioned. If she had seen a man wearing high heels and tights at the door, why hadn't she expected that there might be someone of a different color there.
"Why don't you stay ... talk a while ... nothing's happening out there ... a bunch of meat heads ... You're much better off in here with me ..." He moved and did just what the blonde wife had been afraid of ... standing between her and the door. He moved with the grace of a panther, so easily that she didn't even see him do it. He was just there standing tall and confident in front of her, looking down at her with what she took to be a curious expression on his face. She felt suddenly ridiculous in her cat mask, and she remembered that her dress was very revealing ... revealing the full, smooth whiteness of her breasts to this man, and that he probably thought ...
"Oh, God!" she said, "You mustn't think ... I'm one of those out there. I'm only here because my husband ..."
"Yeah ... that's why most of the chicks are here ... because of their husbands ... usually Daddy wants to swing, and his old lady thinks she might just as well know what he's doing, rather than have him do it behind her back. After the first time the little lady is raring to go ... never knew a little strange cock could go down so good!"
"OH NO ... I ... NO, IT'S NOTHING LIKE THAT!" Kay stepped back, her hands automatically covering the bared part of her breasts. The black man kept on talking as though she had not said anything.
"Or else the little lady's out alone for some fun, cause she's not getting any at home!! ... Whatever it is, not many chicks will admit it! Not many chicks will admit they're here for sport ... it's always because of someone else that they're doing it!"
"But ... I ... I ... I." Kay was backing steadily away. She glanced behind her, hoping against hope that there might be some other way out of the room.
"YOU TRYING TO TELL ME THAT YOU ARE NOT LIKE ANY OF THE SWEET LADIES I'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT?" he started walking slowly towards her, his arms outstretched dramatically to emphasize his ironic tone.
"THAT'S RIGHT ... OH, I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU UNDERSTAND ... I'M NOT ... REALLY I'M NOT!"
The big man laughed, and the sound of the sinister bell-like tones dimmed the wonderful hope that Kay had had that she was being understood ... that in just a few minutes she would be out in the fresh, night air on her way back to her own home.
"RIGHT!" he almost shouted, "YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF PARTY THIS WAS!!!" It was obvious that he could hardly control his mirth now, and Kay felt her face flushing as she almost broke into a run to put herself behind the sofa, away from the black man.
"HEY!" he cried, "DON'T RUN AWAY ... YOU DON'T WANT TO OFFEND ME NOW, DO YOU?"
"No ... no, it's not that ... you've got to listen to me." Kay made a last ditch attempt to reason with the man, trying to remember that she was a grown woman with intelligence who could certainly explain her situation to him. It just didn't seem possible that she could be placed in a position where all her upbringing and her recently attained status in the town couldn't help her. But her voice came out a thin quaver, that was not at all what she had intended.
"I ... came in here ... this room ... because I wasn't feeling well, and now I've got to get some fresh air ... my husband should be arriving at any time now ... to take me home ..." It didn't make any sense, but she tried to say something that would make some kind of impression on the big black man who stood watching her, his hands now on his narrow hips as he listened to her pathetic story. Absurdly, she noted that he was very well dressed. Perhaps he was someone very well known, she thought ... like that movie star she had seen in a movie once ... certainly he was no product of a slum, this man ... he could be reasoned with.
"Fine ..." he said, "We'll just wait for that lucky gentleman ..." He sat down on the sofa, deceptively off guard. Kay thought she could make the door if she ran quickly enough.
"I assume ... he's lucky, that is ... judging from those fine knockers of yours ... and that nice, high-class ass. For a honky chick you're not bad at all. And I bet you like to get your pussy tickled."
Kay stiffened at his vulgarity, sensing her confidence of a few moments before commencing to falter. She blinked her eyes tightly shut, and in spite of herself she could feel tiny unwanted sensations flitting through her stomach again, like when she'd thought of Jim earlier and imagined them making love.
"HOW ... HOW DARE YOU!!!" she cried, tears beginning to rise in her eyes. "How dare you talk to me like that!"
"Oh, come off it ..." He put his head back on the sofa and peered up and back at her insolently. "You're not gonna tell me that you're not the least bit curious to know what a good, stiff, black prick would feel like up in your little blonde pussy!"
Kay made a sudden dash for the door, and she was pulling desperately at the handles when she felt him overtake her. His long arms wound around her waist, and pulled her away from the door. In what appeared to be an afterthought, he turned the lock sideways and it clicked decisively.
"Oh ... OOOO ... please ..." she screamed, "Don't force me to do anything ... I couldn't possibly ... I'll do anything ... money ... I'll give you money!"
He was holding her tightly now ... holding her around the waist from behind, and she could feel him pulling her closer and closer until she could feel the bony hardness of his legs and the hardness of his pelvis pressing against her buttocks and the backs of her legs. She heard him chuckle, and she was overcome with dreadful apprehension as she felt a stiff bulkiness moving ominously against her soft buttocks. She struggled and twisted to free herself, but he held on fast.
"I don't believe it ... you're gonna offer me money, too??? I'm gonna get to fuck the shit out of that little pussy between your legs ... and get some bread, too??" His hands moved down from her waist, folding over her stomach, the fingers wriggling almost gleefully, until he reached the soft mound of her pubic "vee" where it lay hidden beneath the skirt of her cocktail dress.
"No ... PLEASE ... that is not what I mean ... no, don't touch me ... you can't make me do anything ... I'm a married woman ... no one but my husband has ever touched me!"
"Well, in that case, I'll bet he'll be thankful that someone else showed you a few new tricks ... Nothin's worse than an old lady who don't know how to fuck and suck!"
Kay noticed that the black man's speech was becoming more and more slurred, his accent getting thicker and now theatrical, with each passing second ... whereas at the start he had spoken without the slightest trace of an accent. Wild thoughts of kneeing him in the groin ... of using a judo hold she had once seen demonstrated but didn't really know how to do, entered her mind. She regretted not having taken that karate class that all the women were going to at the adult education courses at the high school. She regretted never having tried to get to know any of the few black people she had come in contact with in her life ... thinking that somehow this might help her reason with this man. It even occurred to her that she was being punished somehow for her secret feeling that black people really were asking for too much. Truth was, she didn't have the vaguest idea what they wanted at all, and now the odd thought that she was paying for that lack of interest, filled her with despair.
And then, he was drawing her to him, turning her about, disregarding her hands against his chest, his powerful arms crushing her to him as his hot mouth came down in search of hers, finding it, and pressing his lips wetly to hers in a tight grinding manner. She groaned and struggled feebly for a panicky moment, feeling his black hand pressed hard to the soft whiteness of her breast. She realized the futility of the situation, and let herself go limp, thinking that he might stop and let her go. But then she was surprised at how soft his lips became against hers, and once more the tiny, little butterflies went flitting through her stomach.
"That wasn't so bad now, was it ..." he said, grinning down at her, as his hand began to stroke the softly warm flesh of her breast down inside her low cut dress. "Just relax," he whispered, "and let yourself go ... in a few moments you will be wiggling and groaning, pulling your legs way back and shoving your cunt in my face, so's I can lick your little hot clit!"
"WHAT????" Kay groaned in desperation, the terrible memory of her wedding night coming back to torture her with full force. Had she only known then that something more awful could happen than having your husband want to make oral love to you ... something like what was happening to her now! Even her husband's brutal rape on their wedding night seemed like a lark, a mere nothing compared to the prospect of having this black stranger touch her intimately. But horrible as it was she couldn't fight him. He was too strong for her, and even her own love-starved body was beginning to betray her.
The effect of the drinks she'd had and the abject fear she'd been experiencing combined to turn her into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends, and she felt herself rapidly losing control. She knew in her bones that to plead anymore was useless, and she made no effort to stop his fumbling inside the "vee" of her dress. Closing her eyes and biting her lower lip hard, she felt him cupping her nakedly sensitive breasts, sending tiny, licking flames of passion flowing across the satiny flesh. To her horror, small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through to the tip of the pliant globular mound as the black fingers rolled the pink, hardened nipple maddeningly about. The heat of the big man's breath seared her ear, and once more he was moving his head to bring his wet hungry lips down on hers.
Kay felt as though all the substance inside her had melted. A kind of madness now inhabited her ... something akin to masochism, something similar to the rack victim's love felt for the torture-master. What was happening was so impossible that she was almost free to take part in it ... freed from her former self and all the problems that she had brought into that room with her. In a wild gesture she thrust her own tongue forward sharply, and the tall Negro sucked it in deep into the dark wetness of her mouth. OH GOD! His kisses were like burning fire in her mouth!
Encouraged by her response, he pulled her over to the sofa. "Hey, little girl ... lessee what ya' look like naked!" His words abruptly brought back the realization of what she was doing, and she tried to break away from his strong arms. But she found she was almost too weak to stand, much less get away from her tormentor. In futile protest she rolled her head back and forth as he sat her down on the sofa, limply moaning as she felt him begin to unclothe in front of her.
Her whole life was swimming before her eyes, just as she had heard always happened when you were drowning, and she realized that she was drowning ... she was lost ... utterly and totally lost. Naked to the waist he was moving toward her again, his arms embracing her, as her hand went flat against his darkly glistening, muscular chest. She was amazed at how smooth his dark mahogany skin was ... she had somehow expected it to be rough. She moaned once and then his mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue imparting to her mouth a rich taste that was totally unfamiliar, moving between her lips and past the barrier of her small, white teeth.
The helpless young blonde was being pushed backward until she thought she would have to let herself go, and she did just that ... and was pushed prone upon the couch. She dared not look at him, and her eyes remained shut. She gasped rapidly for breath as she felt his hand tracing the soft, hot flesh of her inner thighs. Her dress fell back with a soft purring noise as it moved on her nylon stockings until it reached a smooth patch of nakedly white skin.
Now he was kneeling beside her, his torso pressing hard against her breasts, so that only her lower half was mobile; yet her legs felt paralyzed as the cool night air in the room caressed them, and the Negro's middle finger slid gently inside the elastic leg band of her little white panties, actually touching the soft membrane interior of her hair-lined slit. An unexpected and unwanted thrill ran through her, so strong that she was literally welded to the sofa. She lay stunned as the warmly sensitive lips of her vagina were parted and his fingers slipped smoothly into its hot wetness to find the inner lining that enshrined her pulsating clitoris.
Kay's breath caught in her throat, and just then visions of Jim loomed up in her fogged brain as if he were somehow standing there staring down at her, a contemptuous sneer contorting his handsome features ... and behind him, his teenaged mistress ... Where were they now? Somewhere outside that door at that very moment ... she froze at the thought ... trying to squirm and struggle with renewed strength against the rising emotions in her body. Her fingernails dug into the naked brown flesh of his arms.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" he howled out, his dark features twisting in pain as he glared down at Kay. "What the fuck's wrong with you ... I thought you were digging it!"
"Get away from me ... don't touch me!" she was shrieking ... "YOU BEAST ... YOU ANIMAL!"
"You shouldn't have said that ..." he reached out, catching her wrists and holding them fast, throwing his weight on top of her and almost crushing her with his powerful body until she couldn't move a muscle.
"All right, white bitch ... you want it the hard way ... you'll get it the hard way ... nobody is going to cock-tease Spade Johnnie!" He reached savagely down between them and hooked his fingers into the sheer, wispy material of Kay's nylon panties and ripped them away with one vicious jerk.
"I was gonna' make it nice for you ... but now I'm goinna fuck you like a pig ... ever see pigs fuckin'? It's something else! And you can scream all you like, ol' Winnie Morgan has the thickest walls in town!"
It was the first time that Kay had heard the banker's name, and the thought that he was the host of the party ... someone to whom she probably had spoken to outside ... threw her off balance.
"OH GOD ... NO ... I'M SORRY ... DON'T ... DON'T DO IT TO ME!" she pleaded, hot tears streaming down her chest as he grabbed her roughly, and shoved her dress up over her hips and around her waist, exposing the full ripeness of her white voluptuous thighs, the soft hair covering her golden toned pussy quivering below the flatness of her belly. Horrified, she felt him fumbling with his pants and saw them slide down over his lean hips, and she caught a glimpse of his thick black cock in his hands. It looked like an enormous rounded pole, so hard and so big that she could not imagine it ever fitting inside any woman, much less inside her. He grunted and ground himself down upon her, forcing his way between Kay's legs, spreading the long, luscious thighs unmercifully as he guided his burgeoning member forward. Roughly, he shoved her legs behind the knees to raise them as high as possible, while he positioned the thick, rubbery head of his massively throbbing penis to the full fleshy lips of her cringing little cunt.
Kay tossed her blonde head wildly ... the golden curls coming free from the elastic on her cat mask ... the mask itself had been knocked askew, but it still effectively covered her features. Closing her eyes with a shudder of horror, Kay felt the insinuating contact of his blood-swollen cock as it pushed against the sensitive ragged edges of her involuntarily seeping pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified into subjugation, beneath him.
"OH GOD HELP ME ... OH GOD HELP ME!" she cried, gasping as the first hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her hair-fringed vaginal lips.
He pushed again.
"AARRGGHHH!" she cried out as the tip slipped through, cruelly stretching the tight resilient passage until Kay felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure. It was happening ... it was actually happening ... this huge black man was raping her ... forcing her to submit to his will ...
"OH, NO, PLEASE YOU'RE HURTING ME ... YOU'RE HURTING ME!" she was suddenly howling at the top of her lungs. She jerked her eyes open in terror and saw the full, evil-looking mask of his face, the proud, black features split by a sadistic grin above her, his teeth flashing brightly. "Oh, dear God," she thought, "he is going to kill me ... he hates me that much!"
Above her, Spade Johnnie relished the sight of the young white girl's suffering beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration of her helplessly exposed pussy. Then his grimace turned to one of pure lust as he felt her tight inner muscles squeezing against his advancing hardness. The depraved sight of her lying helpless and innocent looking beneath him, with the surrealistic appearance of her cat-masked face the center of her flowering blonde hair drove him wild, and as he looked down and took in the sight of his strong and mighty cock disappearing into the corn-silk hair of her tight young pussy he let out an impatient wail.
"SHIT ... GOT TO FUCK YOU QUICK ... GOT TO FUCK YOU RIGHT AWAY!" And he came down heavily upon her small body, his weight crushing her sensitive breasts against his chest, forcing them upward from the encasing cups of her half-bra beneath her cocktail dress. His slender hips were thrust forward with the same smooth motion, sending his long, sleek cock sliding far up into the young housewife's wide-spread cunt with a furious rush, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her vagina ahead of it in rippling waves. There was no stopping him now, not until he felt his big, heavy balls slapping heavily into the up-turned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"OH GOD NO NOOOO!" she wailed beneath the Negro. She had never been entered by anyone else but her husband, and even the horror of her wedding night when she had been a virgin, was nothing compared to the shrill pain she now felt. Her streaming inner passage felt as if this stranger's brutally plunging cock had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds. She was speared, skewered by the chunky knob of his huge heated penis ... and it lay sunk deep in her cringing young belly, filling up her entire insides! It seemed to be pushing everything out of her, leaving no room for anything. She lay immobile beneath him, afraid to stir for fear of more pain, while he remained unmoving above her. Their labored breathing hung between them, filling the silence of the room. Dimly, through the locked door muffled sounds of music and people's voices reached their ears. But neither could really comprehend anything other than what was taking place between them. Then suddenly Kay felt a throb from deep inside. It was the breadth and length of Spade Johnnie's long virile cock jerking up into her another half-inch as he flexed it within her tightly constricted vagina.
"Uuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face twisting with the shooting pain.
"You sure are tight, baby! But Spade Johnnie'll fix that ... gonna stretch you good!" he taunted, flexing his hotly pulsating penis deep within her again.
"Aaaaaagh!" she groaned, deeper this time, the cords of her long neck standing out from the pressure of her resistance.
"NOW DON'T TELL ME IT DON'T FEEL GOOD!" he grinned down at her.
Kay did not answer, only rolled her head in pain and humiliation.
"Answer me!" he commanded. "Most chicks would be giving their eye teeth for a taste of this good cock o' mine!" He arched up into her again, harshly.
"OH ... yes ... yes ..." she cried, afraid now to offend him, for fear he might do something even more offensive to her. Perhaps she thought, if she went along with him he would be easier with her.
"Beg me then!" he sneered down at her.
"B ... Beg? NO ... NO ... I ... I don't know what you mean ... I ..."
"Let me hear you beg me for it ... Tell Daddy how much you need it ..."
Her eyes pleaded with his through her mask. "No ... NO ... OOOOOO ... NO I CAN'T!" she cried.
"DAMN IT! ... BEG BITCH AND BEG NOW!!!!" The big black man throbbed his massive swollen cudgel down deep into her tightly quivering belly once more.
"OH DEAR GOD ... DON'T ... PLEASE DON'T ... AREN'T YOU HUMAN? HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?" She fought with all her strength and courage she could muster to escape the depraved humiliation he was inflicting on her. She couldn't willingly submit to the crude Negro ... she just couldn't. Deeper and deeper he pushed into her, suddenly ripping at the front of her dress and clawing the flimsy material of her bra away until her nakedly warm breasts were exposed to his pawing, squeezing fingers. The soft white flesh contrasted sharply with the dark brown of his strong hands.
"DO IT!" he commanded her, a raging fire burning in his eyes. "Beg me, Blondie!"
"OOOOOOOoooh ..." Kay moaned her resistance ebbing from her in recognition of the pain and helplessness of her position. "Uhh ... Do it ... please, do it to me!"
"NO ... NOT LIKE THAT ... SAY FUCK ... FUCK ... SAY FUCK ME ... YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!" He hissed down into her face, his face reflecting a brutal delight at the agonized expression on the young, white housewife's lips.
"Ooo fuck me ..." she began weakly.
"FINISH IT!" he shouted, wanting to drain the last tiny spark of pride that this proud white young bitch might have left.
"FUCK ME YOU BEAUTIFUL BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!" she hissed through clenched teeth, tears of shame gushing from her eyes as she spat out the obscene, lewd words. She had struck bottom, reaching the utter depths of degradation. She could never again face her husband, even though he had been so grossly unfaithful to her. She would never be able to hold her head up in the community, knowing that once she had been pinned to this sofa, filled by the blunt hard member of a big black brutish man! A man who had extracted unforgivable words from her lips. Nothing was left of her that was of any value ... there was nothing now but the huge fleshy tormenting instrument buried deep inside her inflamed vagina.
Above her Spade Johnnie sensed the loss of the young wife's last remaining ounce of resistance, and clamping his wet mouth over hers he began a slow rocking motion between her wide-spread thighs. The agony sent tiny explosions of pain inside her, searing at the soft sensitivity of her abused pussy, as his motion widened the tightly clasping passage with each short stroke. Kay groaned in hopeless defeat beneath his weight ... a defeat and resignation which was, in fact, a total surrender. He was killing her slowly; she wanted to die ... and in her desperation, she tried to help him kill her. She began punching her pelvis up against his long hard shaft, feeling it going deeper, even deeper up into her ... and she screamed with each powerful thrust she made upward.
Gradually, though, something was changing inside her. In place of the ugly pain, lewd flames of masochistic desire began coursing through her veins, and she no longer had a shred of will to fight it. In spite of her repugnance and horror she began responding sexually and eagerly to the Negro man who lay between her long, open thighs. His wetly skewering cock moved ever upward into her unresisting cunt, and her whole body began to twist and writhe beneath him, as faint mewls of servile acceptance and animalistic passion slipped from her tongue. Her mouth toiled at his as her tongue wetly answered his savage thrusts, her neck straining and nostrils flaring beneath the cat-mask, a light sweat popping out all over her body.
She felt Johnnie slip his hands down over the naked curves of her hips and slide them beneath the wildly thrashing moons of her rounded buttocks, cupping them harshly with each hand as he began to thrust with greater frenzy. He jerked Kay harder to his loins and she pulled her trembling white thighs back a little more, the moistly hot slot of her tormented pussy spreading open to receive his heatedly pulsing cock to greater and greater depths beyond the soft silk blonde of her wispy pubic hair.
The maddening pain had passed now, and her legs on either side of his impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in an abandon she had never felt before, and which she could not now control. The shamelessly aroused wife closed her eyes, letting her tongue slaver loosely up into the black man's mouth, low hums of wondrous pleasure rumbling from deep within her throat. There was no longer a single thought in her mind other than the delicious sensation of lying beneath this Negro man who was fucking her against her will; and she willingly strained to give as much pleasure to him as he was giving her.
Spade Johnnie slaved above the young white girl; now he moved with longer, smoother strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tautly clasping vagina, and then plunging forward again until his heavy testicles smacked against the nakedly exposed crevice of her anus. She was hopelessly impaled, she thought helplessly, and the thought raised even greater erotic sensation in her wide-spread loins. Then he brought his hand around to where his long hard cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, and Kay felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt, milking at his rampaging cock. He continued to play there until softer groans of passion formed in Kay's throat and escaped her. Her ever-widening vagina seemed to gape with longing and it greedily swallowed the whole of his dark, powerfully thrusting shaft, wanting it to plunge to her very core.
Suddenly, he was quickening his strokes, hot and pulsating deep and the blissful torment caused her to wantonly thrash beneath him as though she were the most eager whore from off the streets. She felt him pushing against her so hard that the plane of her crotch was wide open to the brutal pounding of his loins as he rammed his lust-thickened manhood into her.
"Aaaah OOOOoooo AAAAA!" she began to chant beneath him, in the throes of a wild insane passion. Again then, he quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his dark cock a deep magenta with passion as it bored hard up into the hidden recesses of the young blonde's womb. She was nothing but a mass of exquisitely moist softness beneath him and he knew that the end was coming soon for both of them.
Kay was only vaguely aware of Spade Johnnie's hands running over her like searing licking tongues of hot flame, of his soft, thick lips, of the friction of his hard body as he squirmed and wriggled over her. This was something beyond belief ... something wonderful that she had not dared to experience ... indeed she had but never dreamed such passion possible! And to think that she had been denying herself this ... denying Jim this ... for so long! A subconscious understanding of just why her husband might have turned to another woman came to her just as she began to shriek, "OH FUCK ME ... FUCK ME HARDER ... HARDER ... HARDER!!!" She panted and writhed and heard his wailing breath over her. His thick heated cock was a huge, unrelenting thing, raging and hurtling into her secret being, making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. And then, almost unbelieving, she heard her own words of fulfillment, "OH GOD I'M CUMMING ... IIIIMMMMM CCCCUUUMMMIINNNGG!" She jerked and bucked up against him, feeling his massively pulsating cock grow impossibly huge inside her ... and then ... begin to pump hot thick sperm far into the softness of her wantonly quivering belly, his juices mingling with hers as he moaned like a lost soul with the power of his orgasm.
Kay's legs jumped convulsively against him, splaying out obscenely on either side of his heaving body, and her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. She at last knew what it was like in heaven ... nothing in the world could be more intense than the ecstasy she was experiencing with Spade Johnnie. She lay beneath him, motionless now after countless seconds of glorious expansion, of feeling her body bursting with light and warmth, with golden jewels of fulfillment. Her body had been bruised and satiated ... she had been brought to heights of desire that she had never known existed, and now she felt a sudden forgotten wave of shame and humiliation return to her, flooding her stunned mind, reminding her of who she was and where she was, and of the thick savagery of the black man's still pulsating penis where it lay buried deep inside her quivering flooded vagina.
A sob slipped from her chest. There was only one word for it. She had been "fucked", and "fucked" good ... and in her distressed and uncertain way, she had no way of knowing what she felt most ... shame ... or joy!
Chapter 8
Outside, the party was in full swing, there were about 25 people there and more were expected before the evening was over. Winthrop Morgan was having a very enjoyable time going from room to room to check on the pleasure that his guests had discovered for themselves, and occasionally partaking thereof. He was going away for a few weeks to get in a little skiing in Switzerland, leaving the next morning in fact, and the party he'd set up was by way of farewell to Granger and some of its more interesting inhabitants.
He had masked himself, just as the others had, and there were still semi-official greeters at the door to make sure that everyone wore a mask. It was his considered opinion that this made for a much better time for all, adding just that little extra flavor of debauchery that would stimulate his guests beyond the norm. He did not know all the people who were due to come, but most of them were friends of trusted friends, all of whom had been given a password in order to gain admission to his house. He walked past the door in time to see a stocky, angry man arguing with his old friend Jimmy Lubio. Jimmy's red tights were bulging out in front where his rampant penis pushed upward at the stretching material, and there was a young man sitting nearby who seemed bent on stroking the enormous bulge until it burst or Jimmy turned to pay some attention to him.. Right now, though, Jimmy was intent upon finding out if the newcomer did or did not know the password.
Morgan sauntered over, inspecting the stocky man at the door with an expert eye.
"I tell you I've forgotten ... but Jane ... Jane's a good friend of mine ... I know that she is here already!"
Morgan stepped forward. "Let him come in Jimmy ... give him a mask ... I think he's all right!"
Jimmy stepped back and allowed Ed Anderson to enter the sumptuously decorated hall. "Thanks," Ed said to Morgan. He looked wildly around, hoping that he would spot Jane instantly and pull her out of there. But he saw no one, just some dim shadows in the next room. Loud music and the sound of laughter echoed from the rest of the house, and Ed anxiously tried on the black mask that had been given him.
He was not too surprised to see the door guard and the young man with him go off together toward the rear of the house, their arms wound lovingly around each other's waists. "Fucking faggots," he thought contemptuously.
Ed had driven all up and down Turnabout Lane when he'd discovered Jane's red VW parked at the very end of the long, winding road. It had taken him some time to note that a lot of people seemed to be going into one house in particular, and then it had taken him some additional time to get up enough courage to go up to the mansion and try to gain admission. He was completely wild inside by this time, after having finally figured out that Jane must have gotten his sister to cover for her. She wanted to go to the party obviously, and had gotten Kay to pick her up at the house and drive there with her. No doubt his sister had long since gone home, and Jane now was having a good time at this party. It only took him a few seconds to see just exactly what kind of a party it was, and then he knew that he had to find her ... to catch her in the act. He swore to himself that he would never let her out of his sight again after this night, and hoped he could get to her before anything really happened.
The older man who had allowed him to enter was now turning away, and Ed watched his retreating form. He was clad in some sort of loose flowing Moroccan robe, and Ed was sure that he was completely naked underneath it. Inwardly he seethed with anger. The man had seemed to know just who "Jane" was. He had just tossed his wife's name out hoping to get in, and surprisingly, it had worked. He stifled an impulse to collar the older man and ask him just where Jane was, but then he thought better of it. Better not make a scene at a party like this. There were probably all sorts of people around just waiting to throw a trouble maker out. His mask was in place, so he headed in the direction of the action.
Winthrop Morgan moved slowly down the hall heading toward the back bedrooms. He was looking for some particularly enticing group where he might enjoy the pleasures of several people at once. Already his impatiently throbbing penis was anticipating the joy of some nice young girl's warm, wet lips wrapped around it. The heavy beat of African drum music sounded in his ears, coming from the speakers that were placed in the hall.
Noticing that the study door was closed, Morgan pushed at it curiously. Finding it locked, he went instantly to the hall-table drawer in which he kept keys for all the rooms. It had happened before that some guest of his had wanted privacy, but he considered it a direct affront to his invitation and personally saw to it that each and every room could be entered at any time by who ever happened to wander by. Muttering to himself, he returned to the door, key in hand, and quietly opened it.
Inside he was just in time to witness the wild climax between Spade Johnnie and Kay Carroll. He had no idea who the blonde was, but he knew Spade Johnnie well, having had considerable dealings with him in the State capital where Johnnie was an acknowledged leader in underground affairs. Sometimes the business of Morgan's bank took him very far into the so-called jungles of the underworld, and having friends with influence like the wealthy self-nicknamed Spade Johnnie was very important. Therefore, Morgan was pleased to see Johnnie having such a good time, even though he had to assume that it was he who had locked the study door. Not wishing to disturb the preoccupied couple, he contented himself with leaving the heavy oak door ajar and going on his way down the hall.
* * *
Slowly, Spade Johnnie pulled out of Kay, his deflated penis slipping from her used vaginal passage with a lewd, wet sucking sound, and he collapsed beside her. She could see his cocky, spent grin and suddenly she wished she had something she could smash him with, something to wipe that horrible expression from his face.
"You ... You Bastard ... Let me up!" she yelled at him.
"In a minute ... baby ... I thought all you white broads liked that "foreplay" and "afterplay" ... now's the time for a little "afterplay!" His fingers wound down between them, tickling and touching her up between the legs where the wet slippery juices of their mutual orgasm glistened on her thighs, matting her golden pubic hair. His middle finger dug upward separating the moistened strands and scraping at the sensitive tissues between the petals of her raw and sore vaginal lips.
"No ... no don't touch me anymore ... NO!" she cried trying to pull back from him. "You dirty, filthy animal ...!" She gave vent to all the rage that had been building up inside her, tormented between the aftermath of such exquisite rapture and her terrible guilt. Her nails flew at his face and she tried to kick her legs outward to get away from him, but he raised up beside her, rage making him tremble all over as he grabbed hold of her wrists and held them high in the air. Her torn dress in sections around her shoulders and waist, and the exposed area of her ripe young loins was still fully revealed to him covered only by the wispy shreds of her torn panties around her white flaring hips.
Kay looked down between his legs and saw his big cock jumping alive once more as though it had never been deflated at all. His handsome black face was contorted almost insanely.
"FILTHY ANIMAL ... I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT A FILTHY ANIMAL IS LIKE!" He pulled her up and then wrenched her around so fast that her head spun and she had no time to protest. Savagely, he pushed her face downward upon the large sofa so that the ripe white cheeks of her quivering buttocks were nakedly exposed to him; and, as he pulled her upward by supporting her hips with his hands, he opened up to his sight the tufted underview of her moistly cringing pussy.
Helplessly she sobbed as the muscular black man pushed his now rock-hard cock into her yielding, defenseless cunt again. She felt him expand her thighs wide apart once more. He sprawled over her, half lying on top of her swaying buttocks as his hot, meaty cock drubbed up and up into her wide, moistly unresisting passage. Kay cringed as far forward as she possibly could, but it was no use. There was no way possible to escape the burrowing ramrod of Spade Johnnie's raging cock. She whimpered wildly under this renewed depraved assault and knew deep in her bones that the impossible was happening again. A wild, masochistic delight sprung full-blown within her outraged loins, and trembling from the harsh forward thrusts into her open passage, her knees unsteady beneath her, Kay began to arch her back and fuck back at the big Negro's lunging cock. His thick savage penis jerked convulsively within her and the forbidden pleasure that she had known just moments before returned tenfold to haunt her. She had never felt so blatantly wanton in her whole life. Dear God, she wondered as she mewled and moaned into the fabric of the sofa ... What was happening to her ... for the first time she knew what people meant when they said the devil made them do it! She knew that it had to be a demon inside her to make her behave this way ... to make her feel the outrageously wonderful things she was feeling! As her torment continued Kay could not help calling back encouragement to her dark lover. "OH ... OH YES ... LIKE THAT ... YES, HURT ME ... HURT ME ... OOOOOOH IT'S GOOD ... IT'S SOOO GOOOD! YOU FUCKING BLACK BEAST ... ANI-III-MAAAL!!!
* * *
Ed Anderson thought he must have been standing in that doorway for an eternity. He had caught sight of them as he made his way down the hall in search of his wife, Jane ... the blonde girl in the cat mask and the big black man. He had never seen anything so depraved in his entire life! He knew it was wrong, but he was unable to take his eyes from their madly gyrating shapes of their partially clothed bodies. The girl had the most incredible way of snuggling her bared white buttocks back to meet the lean hardness of the black man's loins, and he could clearly see the shiny surface of the man's bloated stone-hard cock as it slid easily up into the shamelessly open wound of the girl's vagina.
In spite of his quest for Jane, he stood transfixed, while the strangely exciting love-making went on and on. He felt a tingle of excitement himself as he listened to the blonde girl's moaning encouragement and heard the Negro call her ugly, demeaning names. The two of them were acting out a drama that he only half understood on some unconscious level, and on this same primitive level Ed found himself growing more and more excited. His own rapidly awakening penis began to swell with desire as he stood just inside the door now, and the single mindedness he'd had upon entering the elegant home on Turnabout Lane was being rapidly replaced by another thought.
God, he'd like to feel that lively little cunt clinging to his cock! There was something truly magnificent about the girl, and although he couldn't see her face, he almost felt that he knew her. She reminded him a bit of his sister Kay, but, of course, there was no real similarity, he reminded himself. It was just that the girl had a fresh, young quality about her ... an element of class ... that somehow came through even though she was indulging in the most obscene display of sensuality imaginable. This odd combination of wanton exhibitionism and graceful beauty made him mindful of one of the most potent fantasies of his young manhood. He had always wanted a woman like that ... one who would present the most impeccable decorum in public, but who privately and at home alone with him would shamelessly display her most wanton inner nature. Jane was all on the surface ... there was nothing mysterious or secret about her, and even though he loved her, he could imagine great improvements in her personality ... improvements that he now mentally imparted to the writhing girl on the sofa.
Imperceptibly he moved closer to the wildly thrashing couple. His clothing felt uncomfortable, a hindrance to the sweating surfaces of his body. He began to take them off, bit by bit divesting himself of them until he stood completely naked before them. Their grunts and groans of lust were quickening and seemed to be reaching a fever peak. He stood, gaping down at them, holding his stiffly erect cock in his hands, using thumb and forefinger to slide the thickness of his foreskin back over the glistening head. He had an ache inside him for that girl, and certainly no one would be the wiser if he were somehow to get a turn at her. He waited, impatiently then, after all he was fully justified, the good Lord knew what his wife was doing at that very moment! No one would hold it against him if he took this one little liberty ... just this one time.
Kay had gone through an almost transformation. A fire roared in her loins as her nakedly gyrating body was caught up in an insane vortex of raw animal-lust that she could not and would not deny. She felt as though she could go on forever this way ... and she tried to pull him in closer to her, awkwardly twisting her hands backwards to his thrusting hips and scraping at them as she sought to get more of his thick driving penis into her nakedly hungry young cunt. She needed more ... much more, and her eyes bulging out, saliva freely flowing from between her parted lips, she strained against Spade Johnnie wanting him deeper inside the tingling soft, pink edges of her pussy.
"Fuck deeper! DEEPER! YOU ANIMAL" she screamed at him in a frenzy that bordered on acute hysteria. Johnnie clutched the cheeks of Kay's wildly quivering buttocks and drove his long cock in to the hilt. Then he fell forward and rammed his tongue sideways into her wide open mouth, feeling the young, white housewife suck wildly on it causing him so much pain that he had to pull it back out of her mouth. Mercilessly he battered against her, his pelvis hammering at her wantonly rotating high-held ass cheeks with mindless rhythmic blows.
"NNNNNNNNNGH!" she groaned. It was coming ... and she was coming to climax AGAIN! It was something she needed more than anything else in the world, and she bucked beneath him maddeningly, uncontrollably. Then abruptly she sensed his plunging cock stiffen without warning. A thick splash of hotness spurted against her womb, and then another. He was spewing his white hot semen far into the lewdly milking walls of her tortured pussy. She groaned in disappointment! It was too cruel ... She had been only seconds away ... the peak of her orgasm had been so close ... so very close.
Exhausted, Spade Johnnie pulled out of her wetly sucking orifice, his cock making a soft, wet sound as air rushed into her gaping vagina to replace it. Gasping, Kay thrust her empty loins high in the air ... tears of passion streamed down her cheeks, slipping beneath the crumpled, hot surface of her mask. She tried to think clearly ... to remember where she was and what she was doing there, but something had been unleashed inside her that she had no way to combat. Too many years of frustration had built up inside her, and now in this one shattering evening she was discovering what the world was all about ... what magic she held within the soft confines of her nakedly quivering loins. She looked over her shoulder. Johnnie was standing beside her grinning lewdly down at her.
"MORE!" she gasped, "MORE!" Behind him she glimpsed another figure ... a man, but her dilated pupils were tear-filled and her vision was so distorted that she closed them again. All she wanted was to come again. She had to gloriously feel that blissful release coursing through her thoroughly aroused body before she could resume her life.
Groggily, she heard Spade Johnnie muttering something, and then hands were touching her, pulling at the tattered remains of her clothing. She lay quiet upon her stomach, feeling the hands moving up and down along the soft perspiration covered surfaces of her now totally naked young body. She began to whimper with pleasure. Nothing mattered now but the renewed possibility of feeling everything mesh within her to create another soul searing climax.
"Oh, God," she breathed back at the unknown newcomer. "I like it ... I like it! Touch me ... touch me ... touch me all over!"
Ed looked down to see his sister's nakedly willing body egging him on, undulating with the obscene pleading motions of fucking with each feathery touch of his fingers upon her burning hot skin. To him she was a beautiful stranger ... the incarnation of all of his secret lusts. The woman who would satisfy him as no known woman had or ever could.
* * *
Jim Carroll had enjoyed his late dinner with Ginnie Reordon, but for some reason he didn't really feel like going to Winthrop Morgan's party. He'd been to entirely too many parties recently, and although at first it had been a stimulating novelty, all the new women, and those wild gang scenes, where sometimes up to 15 people were all going at it in one room, each one somehow connected to the others ... well, all that had been fun ... but enough was enough!
The young banker pulled his car into a convenient parking spot near Morgan's house and turned off the motor. He sat motionless for a moment, trying to clear his mind. There had been wine, quite a bit of wine at dinner. They'd gone out to Al's place by the Lake, and to make up for Ginnie's high school prattle and lack of interesting conversation, he'd found himself drinking more and more.
He cut the lights and stared out into the darkness in front of the car. What he really wanted to do was to go home and go to bed. Even though it was a lonely feeling sleeping in that big double bed alone, tonight he knew that he would drop off to sleep right away. Then maybe the next morning he'd be able to give a little thought to what he was going to do about Kay.
But Winthrop Morgan would be personally insulted, he knew, if he didn't at least put in an appearance at his going away party. And besides, the older banker had dropped a most interesting hint the last time they'd met. He was in need of a new number two man at his bank ... the rival one to Jim's just down the street on Broadway. And being number two man to Winthrop Morgan was something that no one could afford to turn down. It would take him years of hard work and dedication to reach a comparable level at his own bank. Morgan could see to it that the board of directors approved his nomination, and there he'd be, sitting pretty at age 33. Not many men could make that claim!
"What are you thinking about, Jim?" Ginnie asked sweetly. She had sat patiently long enough, she decided. Jim was certainly getting moody, and she wanted to know why so she could figure out what to do about it. She just couldn't let him get away now that she had held his interest this long!
"Thinking about lots of things," Jim said enigmatically. He did not like her prying. After all, he had not made her any promises, just taken her to dinner a few times, gone to those fuck parties ... she was beginning to act as though they had some sort of permanent agreement! He'd have to stop seeing her ... do it properly, though, or she might try a little genteel blackmail.
"Okay ..." he said suddenly, "Let's go!"
Once inside, Ginnie hoped that Jim would be able to get back to being his old self again. She tried to think of some especially interesting thing that she could get him involved in at the party as she trudged beside him in the snow. A light powder had accumulated since the snow began earlier that evening, and the forecast was for 4 inches before the night was out.
The lights shone brightly in one or two of the windows at 457 Turnabout Lane, but all the others had yellow or red toned glows emanating from behind the drawn curtains. It looked as if the party were going full swing. Ginnie felt the same old excitement take hold of her as they approached the front door. Within moments, she knew she might be in the arms of some complete stranger, and her indestructible young pussy trembled moistly up between her thighs at the thought of it. She almost forgot about Jim's strange mood as they rang the doorbell.
"Is this where the flower people are?" she asked, immediately, using the code words to establish them immediately as insiders. Jim snorted beside her.
"Sure thing, honey, come on in!" Jimmy Lubio was wearing one of the many robes that Morgan had provided for his guests. It was white and gave the effect of a toga, especially since Jimmy had wound a garland of fresh flowers in a circle around his head. He found that being what almost amounted to a doorman at some of Morgan's parties gave him the advantageous position of getting first crack at any man or woman who came into the house ... and he wasn't above trying either one.
"Did you ever see Naked As An Ape?" Jimmy asked out of the clear blue, as Ginnie was sifting through the bin of ladies' masks. He directed his question to both of them, scanning their faces quickly to see which one might profess interest.
"No ..." Jim replied hesitantly. "What is it ... a movie?"
"Oh, Jimmy, don't you recognize me ... It's Ginnie." She turned to Jim and said by way of explanation, "Jimmy's cock appeared in three scenes in Naked As An Ape. It is a very famous underground film ..."
His thin, black mask in place, Jim muttered, "Congratulations ..." It was going to be a long night, he was sure of it.
* * *
In the distance Kay could hear the murmur of voices. There were other people in the room, but she was close ... so close, and this new person seemed to know just where to touch her, just what to do. She felt herself being slid down from the sofa, and gently placed upon the soft, rug covered floor. The warm surface of the textured carpet bit softly into her naked flesh, and she lay waiting, waiting for the rigidly pulsing cock that would bring her relief. There was nothing else in the world but the yearning she felt between her spread thighs. "OH ... NOW ... NOW ... HURRY!" she called back to him.
Ed straddled the naked young blonde's back. It was a long, delicately proportioned spine that shone from the thin film of perspiration that covered it. This girl had been working hard! He turned her over slowly, not wanting to wait another moment. Already he sensed that they were not alone in the room. Perhaps the tall Negro had returned for another try. But he did not look up. What he was doing wouldn't last long, and nothing was going to stop him now that he had come this far.
Beneath him the blonde girl gasped. He could see that her eyes were tightly clenched shut as she waited impatiently for his hotly pounding penis to take her. "God, she doesn't even know who I am!" he thought. The open wantonly gaping mouth beneath the ridiculous cat-mask didn't resemble any mouth that he had ever seen, and the fact that he didn't know this woman's name, and perhaps never would, sent an extra charge through the blunt end of his lust-swollen cock. His hands slipped under the rounded moons of her white buttocks, raising them as he strained his eagerly jerking cock forward into her with all the strength of his naked hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently as she tightly wound her warm smooth legs around his thrusting hips. Slowly, with a sexual deliriousness he had never experienced before, he wormed his way into her, letting his forcefully penetrating cock be inundated by the soft fleshiness of her hair-lined vaginal passage. The smooth velvety folds of her girlishly tight pussy held him, contracting tightly around his long rigid penis. It felt ten-fold better than he had imagined it would ... or could. He reveled in his wickedness as he felt her screwing her warm young buttocks up tight against his pelvis, and he could feel the tightness of his balls pressing hard into the moist crevice where the defenseless little anus lay.
"OH YES, FUCK IT, FUCK IT HARD ... OOOOooooo GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEE!" she begged.
A crowd had gathered at the doorway, and about 8 naked bodies pressed close to see better, spurred on by Spade Johnnie's blow by blow description of the action going on inside.
"Look at her go ... what a hot, little cunt she is!"
"Anybody know who she is?" a man asked.
"All I know is she tried to tell me she was at this party by mistake ... something about wanting to see her husband!" Spade Johnnie guffawed and slipped his arm around Ginnie's waist. "That little pussy just about WORE me out! But there is some left for you sugar!"
Ginnie giggled and moved her hips closer to Johnnie's. She looked to see if Jim would mind if she spent a little time with the persuasive Negro whose self-confidence intrigued her. But Jim's eyes were glued to the spectacle inside the study. He didn't seem to be able to take his eyes from the sight of the cat-masked blonde who twisted like a wild, uninhibited animal in the throes of heat no longer human as she spread her legs wide apart, pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees using the heels of her feet to dig into Ed's hard muscled buttocks and spin him deeper. There was something terribly familiar about her ... something that continued to ring a bell in his mind, and he could swear that he knew the man who was bringing the trapped young blonde to a mind-bending orgasm of enormous proportions.
The remarks of the bystanders became more and more lewd by the minute. Obviously both the girl and her partner were oblivious to anything but each other! Just then Kay's ankles locked tightly together, her pink toes pressed into each other as she spiraled her ravenously hungry vagina up the full length of her brother's slippery, plunging cock.
"Great God a Mighty ... looka' that pussy suck cock!" It was Spade Johnnie, whose fingers were already jiffling high beneath Ginnie's short skirt as she twitched back and forth.
"Give it to her good!" somebody yelled out.
"Hey do I get a go?" another called.
Jim knew that he'd had too much to drink, when the lewd performance began to arouse him. His thickening cock stirred lazily as he continued to watch the familiar looking couple, racking his brains to figure out where he had seen them before.
Meanwhile, Kay's lust driven body went on unheeding the obscene cries and proposals. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Sweat poured from her body, and the raging pit of her pumping vagina began to exude more and more lubricating juices. Loud, wet noises of their fucking filled the room as Ed's churning cock pistoned steadily back and forth into the far depths of his sister's blonde pussy.
And then it happened. Ed clamped his mouth tightly down on Kay's starting a long, low moan that swelled to a shout as he began spewing his hot sperm deep up into his sister's hot, slippery passage. She could feel it jetting into her with great gushing waves, filling her and swirling to mingle with the previous pool of cum ejaculated from Spade Johnnie's massive cock.
"NOOOOnnnnnnooooooOOO ... NO! WAIT ... WAIT!" she cried. She was still hovering on the brink, and she sobbed her frustration into his mouth, but it was no use. Frantically she squeezed her fleshy white buttocks up against the softening penis which began to slip away from the seething center of her being.
His passion spent, other parts of Ed's brain set to work. Her voice ... her taste ... with a sudden certainty he knew!! He had kissed his sister on the cheek maybe a thousand times, felt this same face near to his, heard this voice uttering banalities about the weather or complaints about too much homework from a strict teacher. Kay's eyes fluttered open in her disappointment. She wanted to beg for the elusive orgasm that she had fought for so hard. It was as though she herself had failed in some terrible way. Brother and sister stared directly into each other's lust-glazed eyes. Ed's limp cock slipped all the way out of Kay's still straining vagina just as her scream of recognition mingled with his own.
But neither had time to react fully to the knowledge of their incest, for Kay's husband Jim strode over with murder in his eyes. It was her toes ... with that peculiar pink polish that his wife had always used-they were a dead give away-and then all the little details about her nakedness had added up. Only one woman could look like that, try as he might tell himself that his frigid, inhibited little wife Kay couldn't possibly be cavorting so shamelessly before an audience at an orgy! But she was! And the man with her was his own brother-in-law ... her brother, Ed Anderson!
Jim grabbed Ed by the shoulder, catching him completely off guard and throwing him across the room. A loud gasp came from the onlookers as though they were one man, but no one stepped forward to intercede. Ed sprawled against the wall; but filled with the full horror of what he had just done, he scrambled back to his feet. Making love to his own sister! But what had she been doing there? He had found her fucking that tough looking Negro, and now what? Hurriedly trying to gather up his scattered clothing, he heard his attacker announce himself.
"Come on, baby ... old Jim Carroll's gonna show you what fuckin' is like!"
Totally confused and shamed, his face flushed with emotion, Ed pushed his way through the crowd of people at the door. Spade Johnnie and Ginnie had already retired to one of the other rooms, and a few onlookers curiously waited to see just what would happen next in Winthrop Morgan's study.
Kay felt her ankles being grabbed by powerful hands, she gasped and looked up through the narrow hazy slits of her dazed eyes and saw him.
It was her husband! His flushed, handsome gaping face leered cruelly at her from between her wide-held thighs, a nasty animal lust in his eyes that momentarily froze Kay's quivering body and wandering mind to stillness. She lay immobile, cornered by her husband. He had every right to kill her if he wanted, she thought fleetingly, he had every right! A belated sense of shame and guilt welled up in her as she stared wordlessly back at Jim's righteously indignant features. Harshly, he levered her unresisting legs up off the floor in an arc far back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the rug on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured, nakedly contorted body was bent back almost double, and the pain of her stretched muscles was almost unbearable. Yet she did not cry out. "This," she thought, "is my punishment ... oh God ... Jim ... punish me ... punish me!" she cried out wordlessly. He was poised over her, his hands holding her ankles back to the floor, his thick angry looking cock aimed straight at the helpless center of the up-turned split of her pussy.
"Throw it to her, Jim!" Kay heard a familiar voice coming through her pain. It was Jane ... she knew that it was Jane. "Teach her a good lesson!"
What was she talking about? Why was Jane saying those things? She, too, must know how evil she had been, how inherently evil she still was ... The whole world must know now that she had loved it ... love almost every moment with the black man ... and then every moment with her own brother!
"OH FORGIVE ME ... FORGIVE ME JIM ... FORGIVE ME JANE!" she moaned.
"What do you want, Kay ... more fucking? You've been the life of this party from what I hear ... and I didn't even get to see it all. Tell me about what I missed, Goldilocks. Don't you want a good sucking like I gave you on our wedding night ... maybe this time you won't make me stop! What'll it be ... fuck or suck? Or do you want to try and see if your brother can get it up again?"
* * *
Jane kept a firm grip on her husband's hand. He had practically knocked her over in the hallway as he ran from his sister's arms and her husband's wrath. It hadn't taken much to get the full truth out of him, it being easier for each of them since they were both stark naked, and both were in the most compromising of circumstances. Jane was a little miffed about Ed getting a go at his own sister, but not on any moral grounds.
"Frankly," she told him, as she sat him down in a corner of the living room by the fireplace and placed a joint of marijuana between his lips. "I've always thought you had the real hots for your sister ... so what if you fucked her ... she liked it ... didn't she ... and so did you!"
Calmed by the powerful grass, Ed began to see the truth of his wife's words. Certainly there was no sense in continuing to browbeat himself over something that had already happened anyway. The more he listened to Jane, and the more he looked at her and continued inhaling the deep blue smoke into his lungs, the more he began to feel that for the first time in their lives together, he and Jane were really understanding each other. Strange as it seemed they were really communicating in a way that started to impart to him a sense of hope for the future that he had never really felt before. A short while later they both returned to the study, where Jane insisted that they watch the aftermath of his incestuous relations with his sister, Kay.
* * *
"Answer me!" Jim snarled down into his wife's cringing face.
Kay shuddered, torn between the hot desire that still scorched within her throbbing pussy and the sense of overwhelming shame that filtered through her confused brain. She rolled her head from side to side, tears of frustration and humiliation streaming down the edges of her battered mask.
Jim hurriedly snatched away the torn cat mask. "Well come on, Miss 'I've got a headache tonight ... I ... Oh, I couldn't possibly!' What were you doing, sneaking out and getting it on the side all that time?" Jim was livid with rage as he taunted Kay but he continued to hold her in a helpless, lewd position. "Well?"
"FUCK ME!" Kay suddenly hissed through her clenched teeth. The tingling sparks of desire were heightened by the sheer helplessness of the obscene position in which Jim was holding her. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she could see faint forms standing near them ... she could make out Jane, and her brother, Ed, among them. It looked like they had their arms around each other, but she couldn't be certain. Others were there, too, staring curiously down at her, following the most important episode of her life. But none of that was important. Something had to be settled between her and Jim. In vain she sought out the face of the young teen-ager Jim had been seeing. She did not see her anywhere.
"Fuck me, Jim ... I SAID FUCK ME!" screamed Kay again at Jim's surprised form, and just to make sure that he understood, she wiggled her buttocks at him in lewd unmistakable invitation. He needed no further encouragement. Heavily, his muscular body dropped down on her twisting nakedness, smashing her full tight breasts back onto her chest as his lust-swollen cock-head plunged into her hungry waiting cunt, pushing the unresisting moist folds of inner cunt flesh ahead of it in rippling waves of erotic reaction.
Kay cried out loud at the brutality of her impalement, surprised by her husband's hardness. But she was stunned for only a brief second. Within moments the greedily moist passage of her vagina clasped around his meaty cudgel, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. She groaned in relief at the filling of her already stretched pussy as he began a steady deep thrusting into her grinding cunt. Her mouth opened in abandoned ecstasy.
"OH JIM!" It didn't take long. She had been so close before, and now her darling husband's thickly expanding cock prodding the very center of her being ... right there where it mattered, set off the magnificent unmistakable signs.
"I'M CUMMING ... OH GOD, JIM I'M CUMMING NOW ... FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK MEEE ... OH MY DARLING ... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Her hands darted behind her husband's driving buttocks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into the churning maelstrom of her lustfully spreading orgasm. Her wetly milking cuntal walls began twitching around his still pounding cock as her cum juice flowed heatedly down between them into the quaking crevice of her buttocks, inundating his balls as they rubbed against her tight little anus.
"WOW!" Jane exclaimed, her voice strident with excitement. She had begun to stroke Ed's cock with one hand, while the other automatically reached between her long, lanky thighs to touch at the quivering point of her clitoral bud.
"MMmmm," Ed moaned as his wife's fingers created a rush of blood in his swelling penis, making it rise from his damp pubic hair to stand stiff and ready at attention in front of him. Behind them others were slipping down to the floor where they began to respond to the building desire that Jim and Kay's unrestrained lovemaking was creating in them. Ed pulled Jane down to the floor not too far away from his sister and her husband, letting her big, warm breasts cover his chest as she fell softly over him, her dark hair falling down across his face.
Spurred on by Kay's wildly twisting body below him, Jim arched his hard bloated cock more deeply into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, fucking into her like a machine gone out of control. He could not understand it, but his anger was gone ... completely dissipated. He was experiencing something that he had long ago dreamed about. This was, after all, the woman that he loved ... the girl that he had chosen to be his wife! Just how much he really loved her was coming to him now in great waves of heat and emotion. With each stroke into her softly yielding cunt, his passion-filled cock relayed crazy flashing lights of sensation ... of that passion that seared them both, that translated into a message of love. He loved her! It was a shock that made him want to shout for joy as Kay beneath him continued to shriek out her climax ... an orgasm that had been going on for at least a minute now and seemed unlikely ever to end as creamy juices still flowed with unrestricted spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her lewdly gyrating buttocks.
Above her Jim groaned, and Kay could feel the full quivering torrent of his hot sperm shooting far up into her dilating womb. Her head whirled with a new kind of sensuality as the powerful spurts of his semen filled her to the bursting point. The heated, electrically alive walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, sucking at his wildly jerking cock- paying homage to it as only a cunt can. For the first time in her marriage, Kay wished that she were not taking those horrid birth control pills. Her trembling limbs collapsed loosely on the bed as the dizzying heights of her fading orgasm left her weak and quivering helplessly. Something powerful had transpired between them both, and they knew it, as Jim released his tight grip upon her legs. Totally exhausted and satiated, Kay lay spread-eagled on the rug, happily crushed beneath the weight of her husband.
Next to them came the sounds of Jane and Ed's naked bodies moving against each other. Jane rose and fell above her husband, the erect staff of his wetly glistening cock appearing and disappearing. The Carrolls watched as Jane made strong thrusts, lifting the wide-held softness of her spread cuntal lips to enclose his lust-thickened shaft ... to enclose it ... and let it slide with acute penetration to the uppermost regions of her womb. Her blissful expression, eyes half closed, teeth clenched tightly, was reflected on her husband's features as he gratefully accepted the growing friction between their meshing genitals.
"Oh ... honey ... oh, baby ... oh ... oh ... oh!" Jane gasped in rhythm to her up and down motion. Ed's hands rose to the quivering mounds of his buxom wife's ballooning breasts, to cup their softness and fondle the hard points of their crimson nipples.
High within Kay's wetly pulsing loins, Jim's cock stirred again.
"It was good, wasn't it?" he whispered, gently.
Her only answer was to reach up and pull his lips down on hers.
Epilogue
Jim was kneeling between his dark haired sister-in-law's nakedly wide-spread legs, running his lips and tongue moistly up and down her body. He had already sucked her heaving breasts into quivering hardness and then traced a wet, hot path down the flat plane of her trembling belly and her inner thighs. Jane writhed beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed, moaning her lust directly up into the flat wide-spread plane of her sister-in-law's hair-trimmed pussy. She took the soft fold of Kay's secret flesh between her lips and sucked on it with renewed fervor as her hands tangled tightly in Jim's hair below her.
Kay groaned with each spreading tongue lash down beneath her legs, her own lips fully occupied by her brother's thrusting staff as he nakedly knelt before her. Kay's entire body trembled, the tips of her breasts responding once more to each twist of her brother's fingers as she sat upon her sister-in-law's moving lips. In a few moments they would change position again, and Kay could tell that someone was about to join them. It wouldn't be the first time that night, she thought as she felt the tell-tale tingling flashing in her twitching clitoris, starting a wild brush fire in her over-wet pussy. The taste of her brother's seeping cock inundated her willing mouth, and Kay couldn't wait to do the same thing to Jim. She was sure that he would like it. There were so many things to do now that she hardly knew just where to begin. Her entire world had opened up, and there was an endless vista before them. She felt that together she and Jim could do anything ... go anywhere ... be anyone they wanted to be ... She was liberated at last from the shackles of her body, and for this she was grateful to her sister-in-law Jane, and yes, to someone else, too.
A small female figure stood beside the dedicated foursome, and Kay looked up from the mouth-filling shape of her brother's slippery penis.
A naked, young girl looked down at her, her twin-pointed breasts jutting proudly up, and smiled wryly.
"Good night, Mrs. Carroll," she said. "Tell Jim I said good-bye ..."
Kay did not answer, because the girl turned and walked rapidly away. "Thank you," she said silently, to Ginnie Reordon, knowing now that it was she who had sent those anonymous notes.
"Thank you very much," she thought, feeling Ed's cock grow stiff in her mouth as she tongued the smooth, rubbery head and slid the sleeve of his foreskin back and forth with her fingers.
Winthrop Morgan stood in the doorway watching the devoted family gathering. He saw them shift again and again, changing partners with an ease that he didn't often see. He was particularly impressed by the fact that they so readily accepted more than one interested outsider in their midst, and he planned on joining them himself before the night was over. Tomorrow he was leaving for his trip, but he wanted to let Jim know that with a wife and family like his, he personally intended to see that Jim Carroll's star rose to great heights over the township of Granger.
* * *
"And to think," Kay crooned to her husband when they lay alone together at last in their own bedroom, and bright daylight streamed through their window, "we wasted all those long years ..."
"Yes," Jim said, sleepily.
"But I promise you darling, that this little pussy between my legs will make it up to you for many years to come!"
"One more time?" Jim asked, reviving slightly, his hands smoothing along his wife's silken thigh.
"One more time!" she replied enthusiastically.
The End