Wanting Everyone

Wanting Everyone

Chapter 1
With the flowing sensuality of a pampered feline, Charolette crossed theroom and reclined on the sofa. The black lace of her nightgown clung toher, emphasizing the voluptuous curves of her very womanly body. Aslight toss of her head sent a cascade of flaming red hair tumbling overher shoulders.
"Jace," she whispered in a summons of sexual promise, "I'm ready."
Across the room, Jace Tuning turned. His eyes widened. Charolette'sfingers climbed to the plunging neckline of her gown. With titillatinglanguor, she pulled a single bow free. The gown fell open, exposing abroad valley of sleek flesh nestled between the two mountains of heropulently swollen breasts. That the peaks of those provocative knollsremained veiled between the gown's lace only accented the carnal feastshe offered.
A pleased smile played at the corners of her full, red lips. Long darkeyelashes coyly batted over her emerald-green eyes. "Jace, you surpriseme. I never suspected you to be shy."
The man in brilliant blue Elizabethan attire chuckled. A wicked grinmoved over his lips and he cocked an eyebrow. "You taunting wench! Jaceof the House of Tuning will demonstrate the error in your judgment ofthis man born of the blood."
A stallion with lusty fire racing in his veins, the black- haired mancrossed the room. His gaze centered on the red-tressed temptress waitingon the couch. Her eyes flashed and her breasts heaved in a tremble ofsurprise.
Settling beside her on the sofa, Jace swept the tantalizing enchantressinto his arms. His mouth covered hers. She melted against him incomplete surrender.
"Good," Susan Howard called out, pushing the shutter to her camera.Again she snapped off another shot as their embrace continued. "Now theneck."
Reluctantly, Charolette's lips moved from Jace's. Tossing back her hair,she exposed a long graceful neck for her partner's playful kisses. Theclick of Susan's shutter echoed in the studio.
"Better, much better," Susan said. "But it's still not what I want.Charolette, throw your head back and give me an expression of intensepassion. Now, Jace, scoot around a bit and kiss the front of her neck asthough you're moving down to her breasts."
One hand on the focus ring of her .35mm camera and a finger on the otherclicking off shot after shot, Susan moved closer to the couple on thecouch. She smiled to herself. Charolette's passionate expression didn'tcome from acting. Jace was getting to the sexy redhead. Bet if I letthem two alone for a minute they'd be rutting like two minks in heat!
Susan smiled again at her own streak of bitchiness. She didn't blameCharolette. Just watching Jace in action was getting to her too. Shefelt the tickling beginnings of arousal move deep within her. An oddreaction, she thought, surprised that she didn't feel any jealousy.
"Hold it right there, Jace," she said snapping two last shots. "Don'tget carried away, handsome. These are for the cover of a historicalnovel, not a poster of a triple X-rated flick."
Jace stopped, his lips hovering in mid-air above the intimate valley ofCharolette's breasts. He sighed, a sigh echoed by his alluringcompanion, and looked up. "Spoilsport! I was just beginning to enjoy myrole."
"I know." Susan shot him a stern, reprimanding stare that quickly meltedto a teasing grin. "You were starting to take your work too seriously,big boy."
"Did you get everything you need?" Charolette slid from the sofa whenSusan nodded. "Good. I've got to run. I've got to pose for that life artclass at three o'clock."
"There's a model release form and a check over on the desk." Susanpointed beside her. "Thanks again, Charolette. I know how busy you aretoday, but this is a rush assignment."
"Glad to help out. Besides, a working girl can always use a little extraspending money." The red-haired model closed her nightgown.
"Don't forget, I need you to pose next Monday," Jace said when the modelwalked to the desk.
Charolette looked back. "Is Susan going to be here too?"
Jace nodded.
"Too bad," she replied with a shake of her head, then glanced at Susanand grinned.
"Perhaps one of these days," Jace called after Charolette when sheducked into a dressing room. "Why you ... you ..." Susan sputtered inmock anger, swinging a fist at Jace's arm. "The nerve of you two,arranging your tryst in front of me!"
Jace ducked back, avoiding her swing, laughing. "Watch it! You'll damagethe costume. We don't have the money to pay for any malicious mischief."
Susan "hurumphed" and pouted. "Worse, you really enjoyed posing withCharolette."
Jace reached out and pulled the blonde to him. Lifting her chin with afingertip, he lightly kissed her. Susan froze a sigh in the middle ofher throat. She glared up at the handsome would- be model.
"Is that all I get? That's not the way you were kissing Charolette!"
"Now you're not going to begrudge a man on the brink of ending hisbachelorhood a few last samplings of the feminine delights abounding inthe world around him, are you?" Jace's arms encircled her waist, holdingher tightly.
"I most certainly am! And another thing ..."
Her words muffled to a long, pleased moan when his lips covered hers.Her mock anger faded away to be replaced by satisfied pleasure.
"See you two lovebirds next week," Charolette called out from behindthem when she left the studio. Neither Susan or Jace looked up.
Instead, Susan devoted her full attention to the probing intimacy ofJace's tongue while it probed and played over and under her own oraldigit. She pressed to him, her breasts thrusting against his chest. Sheadmitted her tits didn't match the swollen proportions of Charolette'sdouble barrel 45's, but then no one had ever described her as beingflat-chested either.
Responding to her teasing, Jace pressed his groin tightly against hers.She trembled, arousal flaring higher. Hard and stiff, packed behind thebreeches of the Elizabethan costume, she felt him. Her hips undulated,rubbing her pelvis over the lusty bulge.
Is that for me or Charolette?
She found she didn't care. Once again, she was struck by her lack ofjealousy, remembering her arousal while watching this man- -her man--onthe couch with the heavy-chest model.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned when their lips finally parted. "That's better.For a minute, I thought you had worn yourself out with Charolette."
"Forsooth, wench!" Jace struck a cocky pose in his costume.
"We born of royal blood are known for our prowess in matters of theflesh. Once while in exotic Persia, I single-handedly satisfied half theharem of ..."
"Kind sir, if I might interrupt but a moment," Susan said with a grin."I think it best if you would get your royal hindquarters in high gearand get that costume back to its owners. The rent doubles if we keep ituntil tomorrow."
He reached for her again, but Susan artfully dodged the embrace andshook her head.
"All right," Jace gave in. "I'll get out of this costume."
Quickly he stripped the jacket and ruffled white shirt of theElizabethan attire away and neatly placed it on a nearby chair. Turningto Susan, he kicked off his shoes, then leaned over and pulled away theknee-length stockings.
His gaze, alive with a devilish self-confidence, locked on her. Hisfingers crept to the tops of the breeches, fumbling with a lace thatrested just beneath the hairy nest of his navel.
Undeniable arousal suffused through the young artist while she watchedthe handsome would-be model free the lace and slowly push his breechesdownward. Tossing the pants to the chair, he stood before her wearingonly his jockey shorts. Her eyes lowered, homing in on the livingtentpole that strained beneath the white cotton of his briefs. Her chestheaved. Womanly fluids flowed deep within her young body.
With tantalizing slowness, Jace hooked his fingers beneath his shortsand pulled them down. His cock, hard and angry, jerked eagerly in theair. Its fat tip oozed a single drop of clear preseminal fluid.
The blonde needed no spoken invitation. Her gaze focused on the needylength of prick, she slipped from the white artist's frock she wore.Jace grinned, knowing he had won. Her reluctance crumbled and wasreplaced with desire.
His eyes watching her every move, the young artist quickly worked herblouse's buttons free of their holes, then shimmied from a pair oftight-fitting jeans. Wearing only bra and panties, she stood before thenaked man, enjoying the feel of his gaze caressing her bare flesh.
Taking a cue from his own methods, Susan tucked her hands behind herback and unclasped the three hooks of her bra. She admitted the halterwas binding, but she saw the price other women her age paid for theirbraless freedom. The slight discomfort was worth keeping her breastshigh and firm--a fact she was reassured of when her tits spilled fromher bra. Pleased, she watched Jace's eyes widen while they watched theprovocative jiggling dance of her breasts. His cock jerked and twitchedin anticipation.
Easily slipping her panties down over the womanly flare of her firmhips, she let them fall over her long, coltish legs, then kicked themaway. Jace's attention now centered on the neatly trimmed patch ofhoney-blonde hair fleeced over the mound of her cunt. A quiver shotthrough her sleek, flat stomach--a shivery thrill at the thought of whatwould soon fill that intimate crevice of her young body.
In a trotting run, she crossed back to the naked man waiting for herbeside the couch. His arms opened and surrounded her. Electricsensations coursed through her veins when naked flesh met naked flesh.Nothing in the world matched that moment when two willing bodies firsttouched. Well, almost nothing, she smiled to herself.
After one long, exciting kiss, Jace's mouth left her lips. His headducked to her chest and his lips captured one of the quiescent nipplessleeping atop her tits. New, shivery sensations fluttered around in thepit of her stomach. His tongue, like a moist little whip, taunted wetlyaround the flaccid button of flesh. She felt it come alive under hisgentle ministrations. It fattened and grew erect, hard with desire. Thenhis lips and tongue performed the same service for her remaining nipple.
While he busied himself with her tits, she kept herself occupied withthe rigid rail of flesh spearing from the forest of black hairs coveringhis groin. Her fingertips lovingly ran up and down the pulsing length ofcock. So hard and demanding it felt. Yet at the same time it was sosmooth and gentle feeling. Each time she made love with this man she wasstruck by the exciting combination of strength and tenderness that was aman's sex. So delicious just to have it in her hands.
And beneath his erect pole hung the hairy bag of his testicles. Cautiousof the pain she could bring to him, she gently fingered the heavykidney-shaped rocks hidden within the dangling sac. His mouth suckeddeeply at the pillow of titflesh he mouthed in response. She thrust herchest forward, stuffing a bit more of her breast into his face.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" a gasping moan writhed out over her red lips. Adetermined hand shot between her thighs and clamped firmly over theknoll of her pussy. Watery, her knees trembled while his fingersmassaged the moss-covered mound of her sex. Again she moaned. He slippeda probing finger up into the heated tightness of her cunt.
Together they sank to the sofa where Jace had posed but minutes ago witha near-naked Charolette. For a moment the image of Jace mounted atop themodel's voluptuous body flashed in Susan's mind. Still there was nojealousy at the thought of her handsome stud balling Charolette. Onlyfiery arousal washed through her body.
Allowing his kisses and his nibbling teeth to say more than he couldever put into words, Jace moved from her proud, firm tits and lovinglybathed her neck with an exciting flourish of kisses. At the same time,he eased himself atop the waiting bed of her body.
The young artist glided the pulsating rod of flesh she caressed betweenher welcoming thighs. Thick and swollen, the knob-like crown of his cocknuzzled through the fleece of her pubic hair down into the outer lips ofher cunt.
She moaned again, anticipation flaring to new heights. His hipstightened, his ass cheeks going boulder-hard. Then ...
"Yessssssss," she hissed in total approval. Inward his pelvis pressed.Long, hard and drilling, his cock skewered deep into the liquid warmthof her body. She writhed under him--beneath the lancing invasion of hisbody.
"Good, so good," she whispered into his ear. "I don't think I will getenough of you if I live to be a hundred." Outward his cock eased, backuntil his cock's crown lay between the inner lips of her quim. His asstensed. Inward he slammed, nailing her with every inch of hismagnificent tool.
Her whole body felt the impact. Upward shudders of bliss ran through herframe. The inner liquid of her tits rocked; every bone of her bodyseemed to jar.
As his pelvis rose, he slipped a hand down between her thighs. In andout he pumped while his fingers rubbed to each side of her love-mound.She groaned, knowing what he would do next. She whimpered, not knowingwhen he would do it.
She felt like a puppet on a string beneath this man. His mouth and handsplayed over her body, and she moved to their every whim. He controlledher, commanded her with the constant pistoning of flesh within herbelly.
He felt so wonderful within her. So big, and soooo long. Even when heteased by pausing with his glans poised in the mouth of her cunt, shefelt packed. And when he pushed inward, the wall of her quim strainedover the bulging fatness of his rod, their rippled folds smoothing underhis ponderous size.
All the while, his hands and mouth never stopped. If he thought ofCharolette, she couldn't tell. His whole body seemed to focus on her,giving her, and her alone, his complete attention. In turn, every ounceof her awareness centered on this fantastic man who rode atop her supinebody.
The expected unexpected came.
A fingertip slid between the slit of her pussy lips. Gently rolling thenubbin of her clitoris, he sent quaking shudders of bliss blastingthrough her. She groaned, her pelvis arching and humping to meet theforceful strokes of his loins.
She came, then came again in quick succession.
How this man knew her body. He realized that her pleasure came not asone long, seemingly endless eruption of carnal ecstasy, but rippledupward higher and higher through a series of small, constantlyincreasing releases. He now thoughtfully maneuvered her to each level ofdelight.
Running a hand down to their cores, she found the dangling sacstretching from his scrotum. The man atop her grunted and groaned. Liketaunting feathers, her fingertips delicately toyed over the hairy ballbag. If he knew the sexual controls of her willing body, she too haddiscovered the secrets of providing him pleasures that heightened theircouplings.
Deeper the adamantine rail of flesh plunged into the heated socket oflust between her creamy thighs. Expertly controlling her pelvis muscles,she squeezed down, clamping herself around the engorged thickness ofcock. Again the man mounted in her saddle of pleasure groaned. Fieryfriction, created by the tightness of her cunt, bathed over every inchof his manhood. She fit him like a custom-tailored glove.
Urgently now, his finger rolled the button of her clit. One atop theother, she came three times. Deep within her, she felt a tidal wavebuilding. She writhed, using her free hand to pull on him, trying todraw his cock even deeper into the yearning interior of her belly.
Like a bull, he plowed his turgid rod into the pocket of her cunt.Close, she felt the tension building in his body. He perched on thebrink of coming, yet exercising total control of himself, he held backthe mounting pressure of his loins.
Higher and higher the tension of her own body grew. Closer and closerthat threatening tidal wave rolled, ready to break and drown her incomplete pleasure.
The rhythm of his driver-like piston consumed her. Twisting and buckingin reckless abandon, she gave herself to this man. She matched hisdesperate need; she hungered for that fulfilling moment.
She came. Her body lay racked by an onslaught of carnal fulfillment. Shemoaned and groaned, whimpering out the full satisfaction of their union.
Simultaneously, the man riding her moaned in a deep throaty groan. Hiships thrust hard and deep, his body going rigid for a long moment.
Within the hot recesses of her quivering quim, a flood of sperm andsemen jetted from the angry red head of his cock. Milky fountainsblasted into her welcoming folds, flooding the quaking channel of herbelly.
Gratefully, she held him, savoring the complete union of their bodies,wishing this moment could last through eternity.
Chapter 2
"The costume, your portfolio, my portfolio," Jace counted off the itemsby the door. "My wallet, car keys ... anything else?" Susan shook herhead and smiled, then leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips."Nothing I can think of."
"Good," Jace said. "I shouldn't be gone long. "After I drop theportfolios off at the agent's office, I should be able to get out of thecity before rush hour."
"Hurry back, lover, I'll miss you," Susan said, giving him another kiss."I've grown accustomed to having you around."
"That's good. I'd hate to think the woman I'm going to marry didn't likehaving me around." He kissed her, then picked up the folios and costume."See you later."
Standing in the doorway, Susan watched him pull away, then closed thedoor and climbed the stairs to their second-floor studio. She smiled andbegan humming, still filled with the warm satisfaction of theirlovemaking.
You're a damn lucky woman, Susan Howard, she told herself while takingthe recently shot roll of film from the camera. Think what life would belike with a man that didn't like sex as much as you do, or thought sexwas something a man and woman did only when they wanted to make babies.
But Jace wasn't like that, not at all, she thought while she entered adarkroom built to the far side of the studio, and turned off the lightto begin developing the film.
Letting her hands do a routine job, her mind wandered bask to threeyears ago when she and Jason had been college seniors. Both artstudents, they had been lucky ones receiving professional assignmentsbefore graduation. Jace had lived with his sister Melinda, a freshmanthen, in their parents' old house, the top floor of which he convertedinto a studio.
When Melinda decided to transfer to a college on the West Coast, Jaceoffered to rent Susan the only remaining bedroom on the second floor,plus share the studio with her. He needed the extra money to pay taxeson the house, and she couldn't pass up the chance of having a studio towork in. After all, a girls' dorm didn't aid in getting the creativejuices flowing. Nor did her roommate understand the necessity of stayingup without sleep for three days to meet a sticky deadline.
She smiled, remembering those early times together. It was all business.She and Jace ate, slept and worked in the same house. But never once didthe attractive young artist make a pass, nor, as a matter of fact, didshe. While she knew Jace was good-looking, fulfilling the tall, dark,and handsome criteria she seemed to find attractive in men, he wassimply her landlord, plus a very talented artist she worked with.
To be sure, both dated and entertained friends in the house, and bothbrought home lovers who stayed the night, but never did any romanticthoughts spark between the two of them.
Susan pulled the film from the developing canister, ran it through somequick wash, then hung it to a drying line hung within the smalldarkroom. Switching on the overhead light, she pulled out a hair dryerto help in the drying process. A professional photographer would climbthe walls if he saw film treated so roughly, she thought, but the filmwas just a step in the artistic process for her. From it would come thereference photographs she needed for the book cover illustration she hadto do by the beginning of next week.
She grinned to herself when her thoughts returned to Jace, rememberingtheir first, sort-of, date together. It was the day after graduation andJace proposed they go into business together, form an official studio,get an agent and make a million or two. She agreed, then drove to amotel where her parents were staying for graduation ceremonies, toldthem of her plans, listened to their protests, then saw them off, stillbemoaning the fact that their little girl was not returning to theMidwest to get married, have babies and become a housewife.
That night, to cheer her up and celebrate their business partnership,Jace had taken her to dinner. Later before she retired to her upstairsbedroom, Jace had kissed her gently--no more than that--a simple, politegood-night kiss.
But from that moment on, she was suddenly aware that the man who livedin the same house as she, her new business partner was just that--a man.His presence constantly reminded her of that fact. But to Jace, nothingseemed to change. It was still all business, even formally so when hissister Melinda came home during school holidays.
Susan sighed, recalling her frustration during those days, while shethreaded the dry negatives into the enlarger and turned off the lightsto begin the print process.
Only a year ago did Jace come out of that businesslike shell. A shivery,warm thrill suffused through Susan's body remembering that first time...
* * *
"Damn!" Susan slammed the receiver into its cradle. "David and Liz can'tmake it either. Their baby's sick and they won't leave him with asitter."
"Can't you get another couple to pose?" Jace suggested. "Mary and Bill?We've used them before."
"Out of town," Susan replied. "Lisa and Jim are too. Paula and Greg havegot finals, and every other couple won't pose nude. Jace, what am Igoing to do? This has got to be done and in the city by Wednesdaymorning. That's less than seventy-two hours."
"Call and say you can't handle the job," Jace replied.
"I can't do that," Susan shook her head. "Thinner Pubs gives us too manyjobs. I'd draw and paint this without references, but they want a superrealistic, almost photographic approach on this one."
Jace leaned back from his drawing board and lit a cigarette. He lookedat her a moment, then glanced back to the painting before him, as thoughpondering. He shook his head.
"Well, what is it?" she asked, knowing he had just discarded somethought.
"Nothing, " he said. "Just a bad idea."
"Let's have it. I'm desperate. Even a bad idea could help."
He took a deep drag from his cigarette, then crushed it in an ashtray.He looked back at her. "We could pose for it."
"Jace, if that's a proposition, I'm not in the mood. I've got to getthis cover painting done." Shivery sensations shot through her at thethought of Jace and her, naked, their bodies, touching.
"Susan, I told you it was a bad idea. I was afraid you would take it asa pass."
She studied him a moment. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"We could use the automatic timer on the camera," Jace said. "Wearbathing suits."
"No it has to be nude," Susan said. "That is, if you don't mind."
He didn't smirk, or joke or chuckle nervously. He simply said. "Ifthat's what you need, I'm willing to help out."
Ten minutes later Susan had tossed some blankets on the floor, set upthe lights and positioned the camera on the tripod.
"We're supposed to be lovers. The genitals aren't to be shown, but theywant to see the man's buttocks and the woman's breasts. This is for anillustration for a story in one of their men's magazines. The couple issupposed to be on a blanket in the woods. I've already got references onthe background." She turned. Her eyes widened.
Jace stood naked and in a very businesslike manner walked to theblankets and sat down. He turned his back to her, so that she coulddisrobe without his gaze and wouldn't embarrass her.
Those shivery thrills returning while she tried to maintain a similarbusinesslike and casual manner, Susan stripped. Setting the automatictimer, she joined him on the blanket and stretched out, then helped himposition himself in just the right pose.
The camera clicked.
They moved a bit, rearranging themselves, seeking new angles and shadowplays. The camera clicked again.
Beside her now, her arms stretched above her head, Jace gazed ather--his business partner, his fellow artist.
She shivered, feeling vulnerable and more than simply nude-- she wasnaked. Her own eyes tried to avoid his gaze. They flitted away, only torove over his chest, then downward. She looked back up, feeling weak andwatery. Honey-thick juices flowed deep within the intimate recesses ofher womanly body. Trembly sensations fluttered around within herstomach. She felt like some schoolgirl, nervous and very aware of thenaked man beside her.
Jace's dark eyes no longer studied her face. Slowly they moved to herchest. Standing firm and proud, her breasts jutted upward. His nostrilsflared as he sucked in a deep breath. She shivered again.
Tingles of pleasure radiated up from the core of her body and raced intothe exposed mounds of her tits. She tried to think of icebergs andwinter blizzards. Her own body betrayed her. Her nipples, buds of coralpink flesh, throbbed. They stiffened and thickened, standing atop herbreasts like two ripe cherries.
For a year now, she had wondered what it would be like to be at thisman's side, to feel his gaze covetously move over her nakedness. Now sheknew. She loved it.
But did he?
The camera clicked again. She jumped with a start. Jace smiled. Why wasshe so nervous? She had known other men before, taken lovers into herbed. Why was Jace different? Confused and befuddled by her businesspartner, she managed to smile back.
Jace moved closer, taking another pose. The bare flesh of his hippressed to hers. She whimpered softly. Sexual electricity tingledthrough her. Still Jace made no move, though his eyes now moved over thesupple sleekness of her quivering belly and probed the soft moss ofblonde hair covering the knoll of her sex. She shivered again, wantinghim to reach out and touch her, to have his hands explore the nakednessof her body.
Again his eyes rolled back to her. Her lips parted, the pink tip of hertongue flicking out to slicken her lips. Inwardly, she moaned. Hernipples felt swollen to at least twice their normal size. They ached.She arched her back a bit, trying to draw his attention to the needypillows of satiny flesh.
When he stubbornly made no move--she did.
Reaching out, she took his left hand and placed it atop one of herwarmly glowing breasts. She whimpered again, melting with the simpletouch of his fingers. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed. Hisfingers closed around the pliant demi-globe of tits, squeezing gently.Higher her back arched, pressing the smoothness of her tit into hispalm.
"Susan?" Jace whispered.
Her eyes opened to his questioning expression. "Yes, Jace. This is whatI want. I want ..."
Words mumbled and jumbled, sticking in her throat. The cloud ofconfusion this man created in her mind seemed to churn like athunderhead. She hadn't expected this. Did he realize that? Or did hethink she had arranged this, planned to seduce him.
"I want you too," he said softly, leaning forward, his lips brushinglightly against hers. "Ever since you moved in, I've wanted this tohappen. You're a very beautiful woman. Many a night I've taken a coldshower to stop myself from running up the stairs and breaking into yourbedroom."
Again his lips touched hers. This time they pressed close and firm. Hernipples brushed the thick black hair sprouted over his chest. His tongueflicked out, cajoling her lips to open and admit its seeking probes.
Slowly, his hands fondled and caressed her, exploring every inch of herbody. Likewise, her fingertips moved over his nakedness, reveling in themasculine strength of his body, feeling the virile power that coursed inhis veins.
Where other lovers had simply mounted and fucked her, this dark-hairedartist touched her with gentleness and caring. Eventually, his mouthleft hers and he kissed down her neck to the globes of her whitebreasts. His tongue and lips worked magic, creating all sorts of fieryneeds within her.
But his mouth didn't finish its work with her tits. Instead he kisseddownward, over the tautness of her flat belly, then into the silky furof her pussy.
Like a moist snake his tongue tickled up and down the pink lips of herquim. He teased and taunted her--and she loved it. Even more, she lovedthe delightful invasion of her body when he wiggled his oral digit upinto the heated harbor of her cunt.
She writhed and undulated her hips, fucking herself on his lavingtongue. She moaned and groaned, savoring every sensation his mouthcreated while hungrily eating at the lusty slash between her thighs.
Her own excitement from at last having the man she had ached for forover a year and the expert oral attention he lavished on her pussy,proved to be too much for her. She came, crying out in pure pleasure ...
* * *
Susan trembled as she pulled the prints from the dryer. Despite herrecent lovemaking, fresh feminine juices welled in the wanton gashbetween her legs. Her memories of that first time were vivid and real.
After her coming, Jace had tenderly mounted her, his cock filling herbody as she had never been filled before. She came five more times thatnight before Jace finally erupted, flooding her cunt with his seed.
That night, she first slept in his bed, something she had done eversince. And the next day, they developed the roll of film. Luckily, Jacehad maintained his business manner long enough for the camera to captureone pose that suited her artistic needs. The remaining thirty-fiveexposures she kept safely tucked away as a very graphic souvenir of thatfirst night. She doubted that few other couples had ever captured suchintimate moments on film.
Taking a stack of prints, Susan walked back into the studio and spreadthem out on a layout table. Her desire for her future husband only grewas she studied the shots of Jace and Charolette. Would Jace haveactually made it with Charolette? What would it be like watching himball another woman?
Exciting, she thought, admitting to herself she would like to see hermagnificent stud tup another woman. Not that I would like it to happenregularly, nor have it happen behind my back, but ...
She stopped in mid-thought, shocked by the images in her mind. A womanwasn't supposed to act this way. A man was her property. And if shecaught him screwing around, she was supposed to take him to a divorcecourt and take him for everything she could.
But she didn't feel that way. Jace wasn't hers, not in the way mostwomen thought. He wasn't some piece of property. He was a man she lovedand if he wanted to get a piece on the side now and then, she saw noharm in it. That was as long as he was there when she needed him andgave her all of that magnificent cock she could handle.
What would be his reaction if he found me in bed with another man? Shedidn't know. She had never noticed a jealous streak in Jace, but then,since that first night, she had never found another man that sexuallyexcited her. But there is always that possibility.
One of these days, she would have to talk to him about it. Nothing bluntand blurted out, but casually to see how he felt.
Susan's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Sheglanced at a clock hanging on the wall of the studio. It was too earlyfor Jace to be home.
The bell sounded again.
Leaving the photos atop the table, Susan quickly left the studio andwent down the stairs two at a time. She opened the door. For a moment,she just stood there, stunned. Then she threw open her arms.
Chapter 3
Melinda Tuning grinned widely, then threw her arms wide, hugging Susan."Surprise you?" "Surprised! I can't believe it," Susan replied still abit stunned to find Jace's younger sister standing at their door. "Whydidn't you call? Why didn't you let us know you were coming?"
"You know me," Melinda said with a laugh while they moved into thehouse. "I'm the original free spirit, compulsive. When the urge to flycomes over me, I fly."
Flee was the truth, but Melinda wasn't ready to go into that. Later,when Susan and Jace were together, she would tell them her real reasonfor the unexpected visit--at least part of it. Even later, Jace wouldlearn the whole truth.
Susan, still grinning, let her gaze run over the young, black-hairedwoman, her future sister-in-law. Three years younger than her brother,Melinda was every bit as beautiful a woman as Jace was a handsome man.The brother and sister shared so many physical characteristics. Howeveron Melinda they were sheer femininity, while on Jace total man.
"Whatever the reason, Melinda," Susan gave the girl another warm hug,"I'm glad you're here. I'm sure Jace will be too as soon as he gets backfrom the city."
Melinda returned the hug. "You don't know how good it is to be here.Despite four years on the West Coast, this is still home to me, Susan.And it's so good to be home."
Taking one of Melinda's bags, Susan led the girl upstairs to the sparebedroom. "Come on, let's get you settled in, then come into the studioand talk. I've got a book cover deadline breathing down my neck."
Inwardly, Melinda breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to talkwith Susan right now. She needed time to pull her thoughts together andto rest. "If it's all right with you, I think I'll refresh myself, thentake a nap. I caught my flight after staying up all night. I could use alittle shut-eye."
"Fine," Susan replied, thinking she caught a trace of nervousness in theyoung woman's voice. "Then I'll let you get settled and get some sleep.I'll be in the studio if you need anything."
* * *
The phone rang. Susan cursed, her concentration broken. Tossing thesketch pad atop her drawing table, she stretched, then rose and crossedto the wall phone. "Tuning and Howard Graphics, Susan Howard speaking."
"Susan, it's Jace."
"Jace, where are you? Did the car break down? I was expecting you homeby now." She glanced at the wall clock. It was eight already.
"Sorry, Baby, but I'm still in the city." Jace's voice was soft andfilled with regret. "A couple of things have popped up here and Janetwants me to stay the night ..."
"Damn agents," Susan cursed.
"... I've got to make a presentation to Tegner's tomorrow morning," Jacewent on. "It could be an advertising account for us, plus big money."
Susan's heart jumped in excitement. Tegner was top man in one of thebest advertising firms around. "Jace, that's terrific. Even if it doesmean I spend the night alone. Give it to 'em with both barrels."
"I plan to," Jace replied. "If we get a foot in the door with Tegner, itcould mean big things for us."
"Oh, Jace," Susan interrupted him. "Melinda's here. "
She quickly told her business partner and lover of his sister'sunexpected arrival. Jace was silent for a moment.
"Melinda?" His voice lacked the excitement she expected. "Did she saywhy she was there?"
"Jace, is there anything wrong?" Susan was perplexed by his reaction."You're usually excited when Melinda comes."
"Everything is fine," he assured her in less than convincing tones."It's this Tegner meeting and Melinda's unexpected visit. It isn't likeher to just drop in on us without calling. Did she say anything waswrong?"
"No," Susan answered. "She said she just had the urge to fly home anddid it. Are you sure everything is all right with you? You don't soundright, Jace."
"Susan, everything is okay here," he replied and Susan detected adefinite edge to his voice. "Look, I've got to go. Janet wants to goover a few things with me before tomorrow's meeting. You take care andgive my love to Melinda. With any luck, I'll be home by mid-afternoon."
"Jace, I love ..." A rude click over the receiver cut Susan off ... Jacehad hung up. Puzzled and a bit hurt, she set the phone in its cradle.
What was going on with Jace? Why was he so fidgety? Business meetingsusually didn't bother him. And why did Melinda's visit seem to upset himso?
Susan shook her head, looking around the studio. Her gaze fell on heralmost completed sketch. Another hour and she would be ready to transferthe drawing to illustration board and begin the painting. She looked atthe clock again and her stomach rumbled. The sketch could wait, shedecided. Dinner was long overdue.
Downstairs in the kitchen, the young blonde artist pulled a package ofcold-cuts from the refrigerator, glancing at the steaks she had takenout earlier for Jace's dinner. Steak sounded good, but she didn't wantto bother with them. Throwing together two sandwiches and popping thetop to a bottle of beer, she placed it on a tray and moved into theliving room.
"The telephone woke me." Melinda said sleepily, entering the room fromthe opposite side. "I then noticed I hadn't eaten in over twelve hours.Think I could find something in the fridge?"
"Lunch meat, leftover meat loaf, milk, pop, and beer," Susan answered,displaying her own tray. "Grab something and join me. I like companywhen I eat."
Melinda nodded and went into the kitchen. Susan's gaze followed the girlwhile she settled into a chair and placed her tray on a coffee table.Melinda wore a negligee, sheer and silky. It clung to her young body,revealing the shapely proportions-- also revealing that her futuresister-in-law was completely nude beneath. Susan took a bite from one ofher sandwiches, feeling a twinge of jealousy. Melinda was glorious,there were no other words to describe the young, black-haired beauty.
While Susan realized she wasn't exactly what men describe as "a dog,"she also realized she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world. Toher, her mouth seemed a bit too big, her facial features a little toorounded, her hips slightly too flaring. But Melinda had that sensualcombination of womanly voluptuousness and the sleek appearance of amodel. She imagined every man who looked at the raven-haired girl felt awanton ache within his loins, while most women felt a yearning topossess just an iota of Melinda's goddess-like appearance.
"Just what I needed," Melinda said, returning with a sandwich in onehand and a glass of milk in the other. "Where's Jace?"
"That was Jace on the phone," Susan answered, her gaze caught by theblackness of Melinda's gown. It clung to the ripe forms of her breasts,hiding little from the eyes. "He's got to stay in the city overnight.Our agent has set up a presentation with the head of an advertisingfirm."
Melinda sat on the couch. A blank expression moved over her beautifulface. Tears welled in her eyes. She tried to stop the wetness, but thetears rolled from her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. The young girlstruggled to hold it back, but she couldn't, not any longer. She startedto sob, letting the feelings she had locked within her come boiling out.
Susan dropped her sandwich back to the tray and quickly moved to theyounger woman's side, taking her in her arms. "Melinda, what's wrong?"
Melinda tried to gather her thoughts, tried to stem the flow of hertears. She wanted to spill it out, tell this woman everything. But shecouldn't--and especially not to Susan. Never Susan. Still she had to letsome of it out, telling it to someone, even if she had to color it, hidethe most important thing.
"It's Robert," Melinda managed to find her voice between sobs. "He threwme out."
Susan's arms tightened around the girl. She shivered, something unknownmoved within her, stirred by the nearness of this young woman, thewarmth of her near naked body. "It's okay, Melinda. It's all right now.Tell me what happened."
"It's been coming to a head for the past year, I guess." Melinda gainedsome control over her voice, feeling safe with Susan's arms about her."We were just too different for it to really work. I think I knew thatfrom the beginning."
Susan had met Robert once, just before Melinda decided to move into thewriter's apartment and live with him. That had been about fourteenmonths ago. To be honest, she had never cared for the man much. The tenyears separating his and Melinda's age didn't bother her so much as thephilosophical gap. Robert seemed to be still living back in the fiftieswhile Melinda belonged to the eighties.
"He called me a pervert, a slut, a whore and threw me out," Melindacontinued. "Susan, it was horrible."
Shaking and crying, Melinda subtly modified the events of her breakupwith Robert. She couldn't tell Susan the real reason for Robert's realanger, only Jace would understand that, Jace who shared her secret, asecret Robert couldn't live with. Instead, she told Susan, the problemstemmed from a difference in their sexual appetites, which in fact itwas.
"I've also thought that the things a man and woman share in theirbedroom were natural as long as it didn't involve physical or mentalinjury to either one of them." Melinda carefully formed her white lie."But Robert couldn't accept that. Even something as good as oral sex wasrepulsive to him. Finally he went wild, telling me I was no better thana slut, doing the things men pay whores to do to them."
Susan had heard of such men, but luckily she had never met one. Shepulled Melinda closer, cradling her shaking body. "Shhhhh, it's allright now. Robert's not here and there's no way he can hurt you."
"I know," Melinda said, sucking in a deep breath. "But I feel so cheap... used and degraded."
She didn't feel any of those things. She felt betrayed and hurt. Howcould Robert profess to really love her, yet be so unable to accept thatone secret of her life?
"Shhhhh," Susan whispered again. She pulled back a bit and lightlykissed the girl's forehead. Melinda's desperate distress swamped her.She wanted to somehow protect her, to keep her from any other hurt. "Iunderstand, really I do. But it's over now. He's gone and you're safe,here at home."
Susan's hands softly drifted to the younger woman's face, cradling itgently. Her fingers wiped away the flow of tears and she tenderly kissedthe girl's cheeks.
"Susan, you're so great," Melinda said, a smile weakly moving on herlips. "Also like a member of the family, a sister."
Susan's brow wrinkled a bit. Melinda's remark puzzled her. Melindasounded as though she didn't know of Jace and her forthcoming wedding.Hadn't Jace told his sister?
"I knew it was right coming here," Melinda continued. "I just had to behome among family and friends. Thank you, Susan. You don't know how muchit's helped talking with you."
The way Melinda emphasized "friends." It bothered Susan even more.Wasn't she family?
Melinda leaned forward, her lips lightly brushing against Susan's mouth.That unknown sensation stirred within Susan once again. She was suddenlytotally aware of Melinda's closeness, the thinness of her negligee. Awhimpery moan escaped softly from her throat.
Melinda's coal-black eyes flitted up, locking onto Susan's gaze. For amoment, neither speaking, they stared. Susan trembled, trying to denythe glimmering glimpse of understanding she now felt. She felt a shivershoot through the younger woman, as though she had just recognized thesame feeling.
Unsure, Melinda slowly nodded her head. Her dark eyes searching Susan'sface for some answer to her unspoken question. A question that neitherwanted to place in words. To do so would be to admit to the strange,uncertain feelings they shared.
Susan's head nodded in reply.
Uncertainty still haunting her jet eyes, Melinda's hands reached out andcautiously brushed over Susan's face. A watery fluttering rippledthrough the older girl's stomach. She quivered, wanting, but notwanting, afraid, but not frightened enough to pull away.
Tentatively, the black-haired woman's finger-tips softly floated overher face, trembling while they traced over the fullness of Susan'smouth. So familiar those inward stirrings felt now, as she accepted themfor what they were. Yet, so different, so forbidden. She wanted tospeak, to tell Melinda they shouldn't, it wouldn't be right. But it feltso right.
Melinda's head tilted forward. She was a bit more certain now, lesshesitant about the feelings that drew her to this woman, her brother'sbusiness partner. Her lips once again gently brushed over Susan's.
It's not too late, Susan told herself, knowing that it was. She shiveredat the intimate contact of Melinda's lips. Before the young woman's kisshad been but a thank you. Now it held much more.
Firmly Melinda's lips pressed, covering the other woman's mouth. Hertongue tenderly moved out and Susan's mouth opened, admitting the moistpinkness of her oral probe. There was no turning back now, nor did shefind herself wanting to. She returned the kiss, while her hands driftedto her future sister- in-law's gown, opening it.
The black-haired young goddess sucked in a deep breath, then trembled.Susan's hands cupped the twin cones of tits standing proud and firm onher chest. She threw herself against the blonde artist, her mouth onceagain possessing her feminine lips and at the same time pressing hertits into Susan's hands.
Not since those first days of puberty when she and her young friends hadexplored their knot-like developing breasts, had Susan's fingertips sointimately touched another woman. Now the excitement of Melinda'ssmooth, young flesh within her hands sent fire racing in her veins. Shefelt weak and liquid. She surrendered to the taboo desires that burnedwithin her.
"My titties," she said when their lips parted. "Use your hand on mytits."
Melinda nodded, her fingers working free the buttons of the lovely,blonde artist's blouse. While the younger girl freed her bra, Susan'shands ran over and around the alluring mounds of Melinda's breasts.Sleek and smooth, they were like silk to her touch, so warm and vibrant.
"Ohhhhh," Susan moaned, new flames leaping within the lusting core ofher body. Melinda's hands covered her tits, squeezing the heavy-ladenmelons.
Neither seemed to hold any doubts now. The warm, loving feelings theycreated within their very feminine bodies seemed natural and right. Forthat moment, that was all that was important.
Leaning to Melinda's chest, Susan's lips softly kissed one of the darkbrown nipples asleep atop the younger woman's tits. She felt the shiveryapproval that shot through the black-haired beauty. Approval echoed bythe rapid stiffening of that dark cherry. It swelled until it stood hardand turgid, straining the slightly darker-colored aureole surroundingit. Susan then tasted the tempting button with the tip of her tongue,then her lips once again, sucking and licking at the womanly taste ofthe girl's breasts.
Leaving one hand to taunt and tease at Susan's breasts, Melinda'sfingers glided down over the flatness of the blonde's belly. Easily, sheunclasped the buttons to her jeans. Her fingers slid beneath the elasticband of Susan's panties and into the downy muff of her cunt.
"God!" Susan moaned around the mouthful of tits she sucked. "I neverexpected it would be like this! Not with another woman!"
"It's good," Melinda said, wiggling a finger into the already moistcrevice of the blonde's pussy. "You feel so good."
Inwardly, Melinda's exploring finger delved the hot, wet, channel ofSusan's quim. Each tiny movement sent shuddering new sensations coursingthrough her now totally willing body. She moaned, spreading her thighsto allow the younger woman even deeper penetration of her body.
She found herself comparing Melinda's touch to all the men she hadknown. But there was no comparison. They had been men and this was thetouch of another woman, the only woman to ever touch her this way. Hermovements, her finger sliding in and out of the needy slit of her cunt,were the same as a man's, yet they felt so different. It didn't takelong until the first, small, quivering orgasm rocked her.
Susan then moved her attention from Melinda's tits and kissed downward.Imitating the way Jace had gone down on her so many times since thatfirst night, she used tongue and lips to fan the desire and lustmounting in the raven-tressed goddess. Melinda's finger slipped from thewanton groove of her pussy lips. She moaned as Susan's mouth touched theblack fur-covered knoll of her cunt. Weakly, she leaned back on thesofa, stretching out before the blonde.
Susan gave no instruction to the younger woman, but Melinda's thighsparted lewdly, opening the way for her. Lightly, Susan ran the tip ofher tongue up and down the pink, moist lips of the girl's cunt. Melindatasted salty and a bit more bitter than a man, but it was a taste thatwas far from repulsive to Susan. In fact it excited, sending new thrillsto her own aching loins.
Melinda moaned, her body quivering above the blonde. Her hands reacheddown and caressed the older woman's head, tenderly speaking theirapproval of her mouth loving.
No longer nagged by the taboos of society, Susan's tongue squirmedaround within the outer lips of the raven-haired woman's pussy. Inwardshe worked, slipping her oral digit between the inner scalloped lips andinto the tunnel of Melinda's quim.
Melinda's hips thrust upward, forcing Susan's tongue even deeper intoher young body. It felt so good, like a man but oh so different. Twicebefore, while she lived in the dorm, she and another girl living on thesame floor had embraced, kissed and even felt each other's body. Butthey had never gone this far, both afraid of the feeling that firedtheir young bodies. Now it seemed so right. There was no fear, onlydesire and want for what Susan could provide. Did Jace have any ideathat his fellow artist held such desires? Why her brother wasn't ballingthis delicious blonde on a regular basis, Melinda could neverunderstand. And she knew just how much her brother could provide awoman.
In and out, Susan's delicate tongue reamed the musky slit of Melinda'spussy. Eagerly she went about her task. Her tongue laved over the fluidflowing folds of Melinda's cunt. She licked and gyrated her tongue. Shesucked away and swallowed the juices that flooded the heated channel ofthe black-haired beauty's sex. All the time, lust flamed in her, burningwith a consuming intensity.
Her stomach quivered. Her thighs glowed. Melinda writhed, her handspressing Susan's face between her legs. She moaned and whimpered, nowcompletely abandoning all hesitancy and giving herself to the fires oflust.
Higher and higher Susan's whipping tongue drove her. She came, cryingout in delight, her body quaking beneath the strength of her release.
Lifting her head from between Melinda's thighs, Susan glanced up at theecstasy-gripped woman. She was beautiful. Robert must have been a foolto send her away. No man in his right mind would ever abandon such awoman.
Melinda's eyes pushed back their leaden lids. She smiled gratefully upat the blonde, then managed to rise. Lovingly, she kissed Susan.
When their mouths parted, Susan helped Melinda slip off her jeans. Thenthe blonde artist sank back in the cushions watching the younger woman'shead move down, down, down.
Chapter 4
Susan studied Jace, puzzled. Something was wrong with her husband-to-be.When she first met the handsome young artist, he and his sister had beenso close. Now Jace acted as though Melinda was a complete stranger.
Since he returned from the city, the advertising account clinched, hehad been unusually quiet, giving Melinda no more than an obligatorywelcoming hug, then acting as though his sister was a dreaded carrier ofthe black plague. Now and then, Susan noticed him cast dark glances atthe dark-haired girl as though he wished she were in another universe.
Susan didn't press the issue or question him about his strange behavior.What had happened between Melinda and herself last night still left herwith an uncertain feeling. She felt no shame or guilt for theirwoman-to-woman lovemaking, but she did feel a bit unsure of thesenewfound feelings and needed time to sort out this new deluge ofemotions churning within her.
Susan glanced at Jace and Melinda, then pushed from the kitchen tablewhere they had shared a late lunch. "Well, I've got to get back to work.That painting won't get done unless I get my tail back to the drawingboard."
"Where's the camera?" Jace asked rather briskly. "I need to photographan old barn before I can get to work on the magazine assignment I'vegot. Thought I'd drive over to the Lawson place and see what I can find.The farm has been deserted ever since I can remember."
"I'll keep you company," Melinda suggested, receiving a reprimandingglance from her brother and finally an agreeing nod.
"The camera's still in the darkroom," Susan replied, still wonderingwhat was going on between Jace and his sister. "You two gather up yourthings for the drive and I'll get the camera and a couple of rolls offilm."
* * *
Melinda watched her brother from the corners of her eyes while theydrove through the country. Jace had said no more than three words sincethey left the house. Something was eating at him, she realized,remembering his long quiet moods when he was younger. When he got likethis, it was better to leave him alone. But she needed him now. She hadflown home because of him.
"Jace," she said in a tentative voice, "care to tell me what's botheringyou?"
"Nothing," he answered without so much as a glance at her.
Melinda fell silent. Jace eased from the road onto the old Lawson place.He parked before a rickety old gate and climbed from the car, camera inhand. Melinda followed, remembering the old barn that stood just beyondsight of the barn over a grassy hill.
"Is it me?" Melinda asked when they climbed the fence and started towardthe barn. "Is it my being here?"
"What do you mean?" he said, still without looking at her.
"Jace, please! Tell me what's wrong," she pleaded with him. "I came homebecause I need you. There was nobody else. "
Jace didn't answer, though she noticed his brow furrow as though inpain. In silence they topped the hill. Jace clicked off a few shots ofthe barn, then walked closer. The road and car disappeared behind thehill.
"Jace, I told Robert about you and me," Melinda said.
Her brother swirled around, his eyes wide and wild. For a moment he juststood there staring at her in disbelief. Then he seemed to regain hiscomposure. "So that's why Robert kicked you out. What in hell did youexpect?"
"Love and understanding, not unreasoning fury."
"Then you're crazy as hell, Melinda. People don't understand the thingswe did. They call it unnatural. They call it ..."
"Incest," Melinda said. "It's dirty and sinful to them. But Jace, Inever felt that way. I love you, Jace. I always have. You're my brotherand I love you as a brother. But I'm also a woman and you are a man--Ifeel that love too. The things we had will never ..."
"We didn't have anything, Melinda!" Jace shouted. "We were kids ... "
"You were twenty and I was eighteen, Jace," Melinda interrupted. "Wewere a man and woman. That was only four years ago."
"Things just happened after Mom and Dad were killed in the car wreck,"he continued as though he didn't hear her. "We were alone and didn'thave anyone else but ourselves. Perhaps we could have stopped ourselvesthen, but we didn't want to. The whole world seemed against us. It justhappened. Now it's over, in the past. And it's better to leave itthere."
"You're ashamed of the things we feel," Melinda said, tears welling inher eyes. Robert had been bad, but this ... this she never expected fromJace.
He moved to her, his face softening. "No, Melinda, I'm not ashamed. Inits time and place it was something I needed, had to have to continueliving. But things have changed. Four years have gone by."
He reached out and held her in his arms. She pressed against him, securein his embrace.
"Melinda, Susan and I are going to be married," he said. "Do youunderstand now?"
It hit her like a ton of bricks dropped from a tenth story window. Nowthe pieces fell into place. She understood his estranged behavior toher.
"And you haven't told her about us, have you?" Her dark eyes rolled upto him.
"No," he said with a shake of his head. "After what happened withRobert, you can understand, can't you? Susan is the woman I've chosen tobe my wife, to live my life with. I can't afford to lose her, Melinda.And she couldn't accept the fact that her husband had been his sister'slover."
"You and Susan ..." she mulled the sound of it aloud. Susan had secretsof her own, Melinda thought, remembering last night and theirlovemaking. She wondered what Jace would do if he knew that his sisterwas also his future wife's lover. She bit her lip, keeping Susan'ssecret.
"Damn it, Melinda, I still love you as a sister, as a woman," Jace said."But we can't spend our lives together, not as man and woman. What I'vefound with Susan is something special. I love her, Melinda. And sheloves me. What we've got is more complete than anything you and I had."
She looked at him in disbelief. Even with Robert, she had never foundthe things she had with her own brother. How could he say Susan meantmore? He had just forgotten those long nights together, lost in themagic of their bodies. She would have to refresh his mind and rekindlethose embers of desire she knew smothered in her brother's loins.
Melinda eased up on her tiptoes, pressing the feminine bulges of hertits into Jace's chest. She gazed at him, long and lovingly. Her lips,red, sensuous, and inviting, parted to reveal the pink, moist flicker ofher tongue. Her head tilted toward his.
"No!" Jace pushed her away. "Please, Melinda. You know I could neverresist you. Don't make it hard for the both of us."
He turned his back to her. She was undaunted. Quickly, she skinned awayher blouse and tossed it to the ground. Her braless tits jiggled anddanced, swinging from her chest like elongated pendulums when she bentto peel down her slacks and panties. When she stood, she was naked.
" Jace," she called to her brother. "Jace, look at me. I need you,Jace."
The black-haired artist turned. Indecision wrinkled deep into hisforehead. His eyes filled with agony. "No, Melinda. We can't. We have toleave the past behind. We ..."
"I want my brother," Melinda said, eyeing him like a hungry feline. Herhands rose to the creamy cones of her young breasts, temptingly lettingher fingers caress the smoothness of her own flesh. "I want my brotherto fuck me."
Jace's gaze homed in on the alluring mounds of titflesh, the dark,fleshy cherries topping each. Her thumbs rolled the twin nipples, makingthem stand at attention. In his groin a familiar fiery sensation flamedanew, a fire he thought dead. His palms were wet with sweat and hismouth dry. Still, he shook his head, resisting the carnal magic hissiren sister wove.
"Jace, I want you in me. I want to feel that big, fat cock drilled deepinto my cunt. I want my brother to fuck me," she said.
Her coal-black eyes gleaming with determination, Melinda slowly startedtoward him. Like a sleek panther stalking her prey, she came.
Jace's gaze moved over his sister's nakedness. Her breasts, so tempting,looking as though they were meant for a man's hands and mouth, bobbedand jiggled. Her nipples traced invisible circles in the air. Herstomach was sleek, flat and taut. Her legs, long and shapely, held afirmness that caused his testicles to tighten, then retighten.
His eyes moved up, homing in on the dark muff of fleece covering thewomanly mound nestled between her creamy thighs. He could see thepinkness of her pussy lips and the moist droplets of arousal alreadywelling from her quim.
"Fuck me, Jace. Your sister wants her brother's cock, wants him to ballher." Melinda's eyes played over her brother, finally resting on hiscrotch and the tell-tale bulge of hardness that rose there. "You wantme, Jace. You can't deny it. You ache for your sister, ache to ream hercunt."
He didn't move when she reached him, her fingers fumbling the buttonsopen on his shirt and removing it. His legs quivered and he trembledwhen she unfastened his jeans and opened their fly. Yet, he stepped freeof the denim and his jockey shorts at her command.
Smiling, feeling the control she held over her brother, she casually lether gaze take in his nakedness. There were other men more muscular, morehandsome, but none as desirable as her own brother. Juices flowed like ahot flood within her core. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
That he did indeed want her was proven by a very needy- looking cockthat jutted stiffly from his hairy groin. The thick lance of manmeatjerked and twitched with undeniable arousal. She grinned. Susan wasforgotten for the moment. She held Jace's complete attention.
Her tongue flicked out, wetting the sensual fullness of her lips. Herhand reached out and lightly stroked up and down the rigid rail of herbrother's prick. He whimpered and moaned, still fighting her, but unableto control the desires that burned in his loins.
Watching him watch her, she slowly sank to her knees in the grass beforehim. Slavishly, she knelt at his feet, her gently fondling fingers stilltaunting up and down the turgid length of his manhood, causing drops ofpreseminal fluid to ooze from its plum-like crown. Again she licked herlips.
Slowly, oh so slowly, she leaned toward his groin. Her tongue, its verytip, snaked out and tapped the slitted mouth of his cock. He groaned,his prick jerking urgently under the intimate contact.
So different he tastes from Susan, she thought, savoring that drop ofman-juice caught on her tongue. Different even from Robert, and she haddrank down gallons of his come during their time together. Her brother'smusky taste was so familiar it caused her to ache--made her want tothrow her mouth around the engorged pole of flesh shafting before herface.
She repressed the urge. She wanted to make him hurt with lust-make himremember that time when only she mattered in his life-make him rememberthe nights and days they shared.
Again her tongue flicked out. This time, she ran its tip along theveined underside of his cock. The stiff rod jumped and jerked. His legsquivered violently as though threatening to collapse. She smiled toherself.
Downward, her tongue traveled. It tapped and toyed over the rumpled sacof his testicles. She felt the heavy-laden rocks of lust shoot aroundwithin the confines of their bag. She knew his desire consumed him, knewhe could no longer resist her or what she offered.
Leaving his baggy scrotum glistening with a sheen of salvia, she lickedback up his prick. Reaching its throbbing glans, she opened her mouth.Her lips pouted over the swollen crown. His cock moved inward, slidingover the velvet carpet of her tongue.
Abruptly, she changed tactics. Instead of a slow languid worshippingmouth-love, she threw her head forward. His cock shot in to fill herface and half her throat. Then she jerked back. Then forward again.
She fucked her face on his cock. Continuously her head rocked back andforth while she sucked up and down the pulsating length of his prick.
Above her, he watched. He groaned and moaned. Thicker and thicker theknot of lust grew in his balls. His cock seemed to swell to twice itsnormal size. He ached, hurting with the need for release and lust forthis wanton siren who was his sister.
Suddenly, Melinda pulled her lips from his dork with a loud, wet pop.She rolled back on the grass, stretching out on her back. Her legsopened widely, offering him a lewd invitation.
"Now, my brother," she said. "Give it to me. Fuck your sister's pussy.Shove that beautiful cock all the way back into my mouth."
He didn't hesitate now. For the moment, Susan was forgotten. Only theneed for his sister flamed within him.
Sliding between her spread thighs, he mounted her voluptuous body. Hisslickened cock needed no guiding hand to help it find the moist lips ofher quim. His cockscrown easily flipped between those pinkly poutinglips. Melinda grunted, surprised by the ease with which he entered her,his full length drilling into the depths of her belly.
He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, holding them at thewrists with one hand. His eyes glared down at her holding a mixture oflust and contempt.
"You want it, baby sister," he grunted in an almost bestial voice. "Now,I'm going to give it to you!"
His hips jerked up and slammed down, reaming the soft folds of her cunt.His full weight pounded into her nakedness, strength centering betweenher wanton thighs. Her whole body jarred and shuddered beneath thefleshy impalement. She groaned, lust swirling up from her core.
Again he pulled back and pumped inward. Once again, she could not escapethe full power of his deep-grinding stroke. The ground wasn't like abed. It didn't give, didn't absorb any of the shock. Her body took thetotal impact. She whimpered out.
He's raping me! My own brother is raping me! She realized she hadseduced him, sucked him, teased him just to get his cock into her pussy.But he wasn't giving it to her the way she expected. Jace was not makinglove to her, he was raping her--a willing victim. Each ramming thrust ofhis loins was punishment for her control over him. He didn't want it tobe pleasant for her.
She whimpered again, struggling to free her hands. His grip tighteneduntil it seemed as though he were going to cut off the circulation toher hands. "Jace, let me go! You're hurting me!"
He laughed, his hips slamming into her crotch, filling her body with thestiffness of his meaty lance. "Fuck you, bitch! That's what you wanted.And that's what you're getting."
She struggled, bucking and twisting. He still rode her vulnerable body.She couldn't throw him off her. She writhed and whimpered.
In and out, his pistoning pole reamed. Hard and swollen it filled her.Her brief moment of panic and fear faded. Her want and need for herbrother grew again. She felt her resistance and anger to his violentattack melt away. Desire flared anew.
"Yes," she moaned beneath the pounding punishment of his powerful body."Fuck me! Fuck me, brother!"
Harder and deeper he threw himself into her. She now welcomed the brutalthrust of his hips. Her own body responded. Her pelvis arched up anddown in rhythm with his demanding strokes. She gyrated her hips,twisting around the skewering stalk of cock.
She cried out when his free hand gripped one of her tits and squeezed.It hurt, or at least she thought it did. But it didn't matter, she nowfloated in that realm where pain and pleasure melt together,indistinguishable from one another.
Her cunt ached, its folds feeling like molten lava, hot and burning.Delicious friction ran up her belly with each driving stroke of hiscock. She rocked under him, worshipping and loving the punishing impactof his body.
Crying out in abandoned wantonness, she came. Her whole world seemed toexplode around her. In total ecstasy she soared. Trembles of delighttransformed to full-fledged flesh-quakes of pleasure.
Atop her, her brother suddenly threw himself full weight into her. Hiscock sank ball-deep into the sleeving harbor of her quim. Deep from theaching balls of his testicles rushed a flood of sperm and semen. Throughhis cock it burned, then jetted in scalding fountains from his glans.
She felt each of those blasting spurts, felt her brother's seed drenchthe innermost recesses of her cunt, flood her. Gallon upon gallon ofcome erupted from his loins. He filled her quivering channel until herpussy lips overflowed with his load. A warm trickle oozed from her cuntand ran down the smoothness of her thigh, quickly turning cool in theopen air.
Jace sagged, exhausted, atop her. His hand released her wrists. Hispunishing fingers slipped from her aching breast. She sighed, fullysatisfied.
He lay on her until his come-slick cock deflated and slithered like asmall snake from her pussy. Then he rose and looked down at her. Therewas no satisfaction in his face, only relief. A hollowness filled her,while she watched him turn to gather up his clothes.
Her legs still shaking, she managed to rise and dress. Jace once againhad his camera and was snapping off the remaining shot on the film roll.
It's over, she thought. He was right.
In that instant she realized things had changed, just as her brother hadsaid. She had hoped that once within her body she could turn back thepages of time. But now she knew it was impossible. Jace was still herbrother, he still loved her, still desired her. But he was right, theycouldn't share their lives as man and woman.
It was something she guessed she knew all along, but could never accept.Now she did. She had been wrong in returning home.
Sucking in a deep breath, she summoned her strength and walked to herbrother's side. She took his hand and looked into his eyes.
"Jace, I'm sorry," she said. "I thought I could bring it all back. Ididn't mean to hurt you, or make you hate me. I was wrong. I'm sorry,Jace. I'm sorry."
He pulled her to him and held her close. "Me too, baby sister. I had tomake you see how it is now."
"I know," she said, trying to smile. "I know."
Jace lifted her chin. "I still love you, Melinda. I still want you as awoman. But it's something we have to forget. We have to live our ownlives now. All we can have is what other brothers and sisters have."
"I know," she said, still not wanting to accept it, to let everythingthey shared slip away. "Kiss me once more, Jace. Please, kiss me."
He did, long and hard, letting her know that his words weren't justwords, but real feelings that still tore him up inside. For minutes theyclung to one another, man and woman, brother and sister. When their lipsparted, so did their hands.
Apart, separate, two individuals, they walked back to the car. Insilence, neither looking at the other, they drove back to the house.
That evening, Susan was even more perplexed by the strange rift that hadcome between Jace and Melinda. Still she did not question either ofthem, afraid her own secret might come to light. Whatever it was, shewas sure the brother and sister could work it out between themselves.
The next morning, before Jace and Susan rose from the bed they nowshared, Melinda called a taxi, packed her bags and left.
Chapter 5
Melinda carefully placed a stack of photos on Alan Cear's desk. Herboss, busily slipping prints into envelopes, then addressing them,didn't look up.
"That's the last of the Farley prints, Alan," she said. "Can I help withthe envelopes?"
Alan glanced up at the clock--1O P.M. "Melinda, you're something else!One of the best photographers I've found in this area and one hell of ahard worker. I can't thank you enough for helping me out tonight."
"That's all right," she replied. "I didn't have anything else plannedfor tonight. Now do you need me to help with the envelopes?"
"Enough is enough," Alan answered with a shake of his head. "You'rereally unbelievable, you know. The only trouble is, I get the distinctfeeling that one of these days you're going to walk out of here andstart a photography studio of your own."
"I am," Melinda said, totally serious.
"Any way I can persuade you not to?"
"Make me a full partner in this one."
The man looked at her, seeing she was serious. "I've thought of that.But 10 P.M. Friday night isn't the time to discuss it. How about Mondaymorning?"
"Alan, are you playing games with me?"
"No, I'm trying to protect a business it's taken me ten years toestablish in this town," the older man said. "If you ever set up shop byyourself, you just might drive me out of business. Now, get the hell outof here, enjoy the weekend, and I'll talk with you Monday morning."
"You got it, bossman, " she said giving him a hug.
"Partner," he corrected. "Now go home and get some rest."
"Yes, sir!" Melinda saluted him, then left the studio. That familiarhollow feeling returned to her when she closed the door behind her. Sheglanced at her car, thought of her apartment and shivered. For sixmonths, since the day she left Jace and Susan, she had dreaded returningto the loneliness of her apartment. The only time she seemed to escapethe feeling was when she worked.
"Friday night, the weekend," she said aloud to herself when she climbedinto the car and started it. "A girl shouldn't be alone on the weekend."
She pulled from the parking lot and wheeled onto the street. At first,she thought she would eventually adjust to Jace's rejection, that theymight be able to live as a normal brother and sister. But since Jace'smarriage four months ago, her brother had grown even more distant. Shehadn't seen him in three months and he seemed happy with things thatway.
Melinda remembered her numerous ventures to the town's few singles bars.She didn't mind finding a man for a one-night stand. She was a healthywoman who needed and enjoyed sex--hell, she loved it. But, to date, thesingles bars hadn't produced one man. Sure she found partners to shareher bed for a night, but they weren't men. They were boys, caring littlethat they satisfied her, only that they had a vagina to blow their loadsinto. She only made her way to the disco scene now when that deep itchyurge between her thighs could no longer be eased with a dildo.
Jace, and then Robert, and their similar sexual appetites had spoiledher. She couldn't be satisfied by a male who simply climbed atop hernaked body and humped his cock into her cunt until he came. She neededmore, needed a real man.
Deciding to take a shortcut home, she wheeled her car through the town'sbusiness district. The office buildings loomed above her; the streetswere deserted. The scene only added to her depressed mood.
She wished she were back at school. There, at least, she had an easy wayto meet men. The business world, especially the world of photographersonly provided an endless line of males who were interested in a quickiefuck to boost their male egos. She didn't mind married men. She did mindthe impression they always left that they were doing something dirty,something wicked. Sex wasn't dirty to her and she didn't like helpingthem participate in their little games.
The engine of her car coughed and sputtered. Then it died.
Melinda eased the gliding car over to the curb and parked. Repeatedlyshe tried to start the motor, but with no success. Finally giving up,she glanced around her. The emptiness of the streets brought anunreasoning chill to her spine.
At the end of the block came a dim light from a telephone booth. Sheremembered all the safety rules about driver in distress, but she didn'tfeel like waiting in the car until some patrol car came by. She didn'twant to spend the night locked in the car worrying about muggers andrapists. Better to call a service station and get some help.
Checking her purse, she found three quarters, enough for three calls.Sucking in a deep breath and trying to banish images of assailantshiding in the shadows, she walked to the phone.
"Sorry, lady, we can't help you," the first service station attendantsaid. "We are only a self-service station."
The second refused to help, explaining he closed in five minutes anddidn't have an assistant to leave at the station while he drove to findher.
Looking at her last quarter, Melinda ran her finger over the servicestations listed in the yellow pages. None of them seemed to offer apromise of aid. It wasn't worth the risk of wasting her last quarter.She bit her lower lip and decided to do what she dreaded.
Depositing her last quarter, she dialed Jace's number.
The phone rang once, twice, three times. Melinda felt her stomach sink.What if Susan and Jace were in the city, or out to a movie. Four, five.Maybe Alan was still at the office? Six, seven.
"Hello," a man's voice came over the receiver.
"Jace," she said, feeling uneasy about talking with her brother, "thisis Melinda, my car's broken down near the corner of Watson and Green. Ican't get a wrecker out to help me."
"Who is this? I missed your name?"
"Who is this?" Melinda realized she wasn't talking with Jace. "Is thisthe Tuning residence?"
"Yes, this is Phil Howard, Susan's brother," the voice said. "Jace andSusan are in the city for the evening. They won't be back until tomorrowafternoon."
"Oh," Melinda mumbled.
"Who is this?" Phil Howard asked again.
"Melinda ... Melinda Tuning, Jace's sister," she said, trying to thinkof something to do.
"And your car's broke down at the corner of Watson and Green," he said."If you don't mind a stranger helping out, I'd be glad to stand in forJace. I'm not a super mechanic, but I'd be glad to see what I can do."
"Mr. Howard, I really don't want to bother you," Melinda replied."Perhaps if you could call ..."
"No problem at all," he cut in. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll beover. See you."
"Mr. Howard," she started to say and was answered by a click on theother end of the line. With a doubtful shake of her head, Melinda walkedback to the car to wait.
* * *
Melinda studied the man working under the hood of her car by the beam ofa flashlight. A thick mop of deep, red hair framed a very handsome face.He looked up at her and smiled.
"You've got carburetor trouble. Your engine is flooding out. I can't domuch except blow out the excess gas right now. It needs a carburetorkit," he said. "Trouble is until this is fixed, it will keep dying."
"But can you get it started?" she asked.
"I think so. When I get this gas out of here, we'll give it a try." Heleaned into the engine and tinkered some more. "Sorry I took so longgetting here. But in my haste to play the white knight, I forgot Ididn't know my way around the town. I had to find a gas station that wasopen this late and get directions."
She smiled. "I'm just sorry you had to go to so much trouble."
"No trouble at all," he answered, rising and wiping his hands on asoiled rag. "I was going stir-crazy with Susan and Jace gone. I thinkyou can start it now."
Melinda handed him the flashlight and slipped behind the wheel. Sheturned the key in the ignition. The engine turned over a couple times,then caught.
"Keep your foot on the gas," Phil warned as he closed the hood. "If youdon't, it's liable to flood again."
"If it does, what do I do?" she asked.
"Don't worry about it," he replied. "I'll be right behind you. I'm goingto follow you to your home just to make sure you get there."
"You don't have to do that," she protested, feeling a bit embarrassed bythe whole situation.
"Yes, I do," he insisted. "This carburetor is in bad shape."
She nodded, realizing he wouldn't be put off. Phil climbed into his carand waved her on.
* * *
Without incident, Melinda pulled into her apartment complex parking lotat midnight. Phil wheeled in behind her. Climbing from her car, shewalked to his. "I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Howard," she said. "Ireally felt helpless."
"You can start by calling me Phil," he said. "After all, we're sort ofrelatives now."
She smiled. "Can I offer you a drink or a midnight snack or something?"
"I thought you'd never ask." He grinned, then wheeled his car besidehers. He joined her, following her to her apartment.
Leaving Phil on the living room sofa, Melinda dropped her purse and coatoff in the bedroom then went to the kitchen. Within a couple of minutes,she joined him on the couch with a plate of sandwiches and two beers.
He was an easy man to talk to. Just back from a two-year stint in SouthAmerica with the Peace Corps, he was about to begin work on his master'sdegree at the local college.
"I'm staying with Susan and Jace until I can get settled in an apartmentand find some kind of part-time work," he explained. "I've been there aweek now. How come I've never seen you before?"
"Jace and I aren't as close as we once were," she answered as theyfinished off the snack. "Care for another beer?"
He nodded. She admitted she felt tired after the long day at work, butshe was enjoying Phil's company, something she hadn't felt with a mansince Robert. And it was a damn sight better than being alone. Shepopped two more beers and returned to the living room. Phil was on thefloor, thumbing through her record collection. She joined him. Afterselecting two albums, new groups he hadn't heard while in South America,he turned to her, his mouth opening, but not speaking.
She watched him, feeling his hesitance, uncertainty. She smiled, tryingto make him feel more comfortable. He smiled back, a bit embarrassed.Her smile grew. He really was quite handsome.
"I was about to kiss you," he finally said.
"Why didn't you?" she asked.
"I felt awkward," he admitted. "Out of practice. I haven't been alonewith a girl for two years."
"You are now," she answered, realizing she would like this man to kissher and perhaps even more.
"I know," he said leaning to her.
Their lips met, lightly brushing against one another. She trembled,suddenly aware of how attracted she was to this man, this totalstranger. He eased back, his eyes studying hers.
"Is that what you call a kiss?" she said coyly.
"Just remembering the feel of it," he answered, his arm slipping aroundher waist.
She came to him when his arm tightened. His mouth covered hers, histongue flicking out and dueling with hers. She moaned softly, feelingthose deep sensations of want stirring within her. His tongue playedover the roof of her mouth and under her tongue.
Slowly they sank back, lying on the floor. She pressed to him, rubbingher tits against his chest. Her pelvis arched up a bit in a suggestivemanner. His arms tightened around her, holding her close.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Melinda Tuning," he said softly whenthey parted. "Perhaps the most beautiful I've ever seen."
"And you, Philip Howard, have been lost in the South American junglesfor too long," she said, gazing up into his green eyes, feeling a warmhunger for this man, her sister-in-law's brother.
"Not that long." He kissed her again.
She made no protest when his hand covered one of the blouse- veiledforms of her tits and squeezed. Instead she thrust her chest into hispalm, showing her approval, then moaned out her willingness to have hishands on her body. It felt so good. The wants and desire she had held incheck for so long swirled out. Juices flowed within her quim, preparingthat heated channel for what she knew would eventually come.
Abruptly, Phil's hand left her breast. His mouth slipped from hers. Hestood. She blinked up at him, confused and surprised.
"I'm sorry," he said.
Before she could answer, he turned and walked out the door, leaving heralone.
Chapter 6
Melinda stood in the shower, letting the warm torrent of water ease thefrustration within her young body, still uncertain exactly what haddriven Phil from her apartment. One moment the man's passion seemed tobe flaring as high as hers. In the next instant, he left her high anddry.
Her sudsy hands crept down to the aching mound of her sex. Deep withintingled the unfulfilled want for a man. She tried to ignore it, but herthoughts returned to Phil and her own frustration.
I damn well made it clear to him, she thought. He couldn't have misreadmy signals.
Thinking about what might have been did no good. It only increased heryearning for the young, red-headed man. Rinsing herself, she turned offthe water and pulled back the shower curtain. Grabbing a fluffy whitetowel from a rack, she stepped from the shower and vigorously rubbed theclinging droplets from her body.
First Robert, then Jace, followed by a small string of now facelessone-night stands, she pondered, and now Mr. Phil Howard. Men, they'reenough to give a girl an inferiority complex.
Carefully hanging her towel to dry, Melinda walked into her bedroom. Shefroze in mid-stride. Phil sat on the edge of her bed.
He was totally naked.
"What ... how did you get in here?" Unaware of her own nakedness,Melinda's surprised gaze fell to the angry lance of cock jutting fromthe man's crotch.
"The door was unlocked," he said. "I just walked in. I thought aboutclimbing in the shower with you, but decided this was nicer."
She suddenly became aware of her bare body. Phil's ravishing eyeshungrily moved over her nakedness. Like a young child, she suddenly hadthe urge to cover herself, feeling more than slightly embarrassed by theintimate invasion of her privacy.
"You seem terribly sure of yourself, Mr. Howard," she said.
"We're not back to that, are we? I thought I had talked you into callingme Phil?" His gaze halted on the firm, uplifted forms of her breasts. Adefinite mouth-watering sight, he decided. "And I'm not at all sure ofmyself. That's exactly why I left so quickly."
"What?"
"Two years without a woman, even one paid for," he said. "I don't thinkany man would be sure of himself. When we were on the floor, I wasgetting all the right signals, I wanted you. But nothing was happening.I panicked ... the old male ego was in danger of being deflated."
Nothing looked deflated now, she thought. His cock stood stiffly atattention. Fat and long, it throbbed and twitched in needy littlemovements. Clear drops of preseminal fluids oozed from the pinprick slitof its mouth.
His eyes followed hers. He glanced down at the rigid rod shafting upfrom his groin. A smile moved over his lips.
"I got out in the car and couldn't stop thinking about you," he said."Things finally started happening. I rose to the occasion, so to speak.However the occasion had passed."
"And now you walk in here and expose yourself, thinking an erection willget you anything you want?" Melinda couldn't believe the nerve of thisman.
"No, I came back to rape you if necessary," he replied casually. "Now, Irealize I don't want you that way. And you don't seem to want me thisway. Can't blame a guy for trying, even if he is a bit too late."
Phil rose from the bed and walked to a chair where his clothes wereneatly draped. He lifted his pants.
"No," Melinda found herself saying without thinking.
He turned to her, his eyes questioning.
Her confusion grew. Frustration and anger weren't conducive to clearthought. What did she really want? Moments ago she was aching for thisman. Now she was angry. Was it his sureness of her sexual availability?Was it her own ego getting in the way of what they both wanted?
"I don't know what to think of you, Phil Howard," she said. "I do knowyou've got the most unusual style of any man I've ever met."
"Lack of style," he grinned. "But definitely bold."
A smile crept to her lips and she shook her head. "By all rights Ishould call the cops. You know that, don't you?"
"Yep," he said, dropping his pants to the floor. His gaze once morecoursed over the supple sleekness of her body. "I also know I want youvery much."
Two years, she mused, what was a man like after two years without awoman? A trembly shiver raced around in the warming recesses of herquim.
"That's easy enough to see." Her eyes emphasized her remark by once moredropping to his turgid prick. Again she shivered, wondering just what hewas capable of doing with such a long- deprived prodder. "Stay, PhilHoward. I want you."
He crossed to her, eagerly sweeping her into his arms. While his mouthsmothered hers, the stiff strength of his prick pressed against herbelly. It throbbed and pulsed. She felt its virile strength, the powerheld within its long hardness--just waiting for her.
Her fingers crept downward to wiggle between their cores. She shiveredas her fingertips tentatively touched the thickness of his sex. Ittwitched and jerked. He moaned, thrusting his exploring tongue towardher throat.
His hands, at her waist, moved and guided her to the bed. She sank down,lying on her back, his weight half on and half off her now totallywilling body. His cock now pressed firmly against the silky flesh of herthighs. She felt his preseminal juices smearing over her leg.
His lips eased from hers and he pushed up to hover above her, balancinghis weight on his elbows. His emerald-green eyes twinkled down at her,filled with delight.
"Melinda Tuning, you are beautiful," he whispered. "And, at this moment,I'm the luckiest man in the world."
She pulled him back to her. Her tongue leaped into his mouth, twistingand turning. She teased and toyed over his own tongue, then threw heroral digit back toward his throat. His jaws opened wide, allowing her toexplore.
When they parted again, he rose back on his elbows. "I hope you haven'tgot hopes of sleeping tonight. I've never been a minuteman. And the wayI feel right now, the sunrise will come before I do."
"Deeds, not words," she said, coyly smiling up at him. "A lot of menlike to brag to a woman."
He grinned. "Fact, lovely lady. I'm stating fact."
His lips moved to her neck. She sighed, holding him close while histongue worked its way up to toy over the delicate lobe of her ear. Shewiggled under him, feeling those erotic surges that a real man createswithin a woman, a man who cares about providing a woman with all sheneeds.
She didn't rush him. His lips and tongue slowly touched every inch ofher neck and shoulders. Then he worked his way down. Likewise, his mouthmoved with deliberate languor as though each new spot of her body was tobe fully tasted and explored before moving on to the next.
She moaned. He kissed into the valley between her breasts. Tightly, sheheld him there for a long moment, enjoying the intimacy of his caress,the marvelous feel of his nakedness. She desperately wanted to feel thatlong, hard cock within her cunt, needed to possess its throbbingstrength within her, But she didn't rush him, instead, she settled backto savor all the tingling sensations his slow taunting of her bodycreated.
Tickling with the tip of his tongue, he spiraled up one of her tits inchby inch. When he reached the now-stiff crest of her nipple, his lipsabandoned that warmly glowing peak without so much as a simple kiss.
Instead, his head rose, his eyes gleaming with an impish sparkle. Heknew he was getting to her and enjoying the power of his sexual controlof her body. His head ducked back to her opposite breast.
Repeating his actions, he languidly kissed his way up and around hertits. This time, however, his mouth did not ignore the needy nippletopping her cone-like breast. His mouth opened, his teeth lightlynibbling at the, rubbery button.
"You fantastic bastard," she groaned, her back arching up, trying tostuff her tits into his face. "It's torture! You're torturing me withpleasure!"
He nodded in agreement and continued his delightful taunting of herbreasts, moving from one to the other, then back again. His hands joinedhis mouth. He sucked and squeezed. He licked and rolled. He nibbled andtugged.
White-hot heat burned within her thighs. It throbbed and grew, meltingtogether deep within the heated core of her pussy. Totally taken bysurprise, she came.
She came, her cunt still empty and vacant. She came by his carefuladministration of her tits. She groaned out, grateful for this newcarnal experience. All the times before, she had needed a man's cockwithin her or a tongue or finger on her clit. Now she rocked in ecstasyfrom the slow determined manipulation of her breasts. It felt so new andwonderful.
When the swirling pleasure settled in her mind, she once more becameaware of his lips. They were on her flat belly, kissing downward. Histongue-tip dipped into the sensual well of her navel, playing there amoment and once more stirring passionate feelings within her body.
His breath wove through the soft down of her pussy, quickly followed byhis weaving tongue. She shivered, knowing just where that oral digit wasgoing.
Her wait wasn't long. Slipping between the wanton lips of her pussy, histongue tickled into the heated channel of her quim. With the samedeliberate languor he had used on her tits, he ate her cunt.
In long, slow, laving swirls, he washed over the inner folds of herpussy. He licked and sucked at her. Up and down his tongue lapped,paying careful attention to the extended nubbin of her clit.
Unable to remain passive, she swung around, wiggling beneath his hipswhen they rose. Her mouth and hands found the swollen fuckstick theylonged for. Trying to imitate his taunting slowness, her own tongueplayed up and down his dork and balls. Then she took him in her mouthand sucked him deep into her throat.
His hips cautiously worked up and down, fucking her face, while hismouth busied the pink, juicy lips of her cunt. She felt him thickenunder the luxury of her oral caresses. She detected the growing hardnessof him, the urgent twitching of need in his groin.
She knew what was to come next--him! She could already taste the thickrush of his seed fountain into her mouth and throat.
Abruptly, his hips jerked upward, sliding his cock from her lips. Shegroaned--then louder. Before she could protest his action, his tonguehomed in on her clit.
She writhed and twisted under him. Her hips hunched up and down, caughtin the age-old rhythm of need. To accommodate her, he slid a finger intoher vacant pussy.
Within moments, she came for the second time. Her body rocked and shookwith an even more violent explosion of delight.
When her eyes fluttered open, misted with pleasure and looking as thoughshe had slugged down three fingers of 100 proof bourbon, he hoveredabout her again, grinned. He kissed her, his lips and tongue stilltasting of her cunt. She didn't mind.
"You're one sensual woman," he whispered.
"And you're one hell of a man," she sighed, "I feel so warm andcozy--exhausted and drained. I could drift off and sleep for years."
"Not yet," he said. His hips pressed between the open invitation of hercreamy white thighs. His cock rubbed up and down, taunting the lips ofher cunt.
She trembled, a delicious shiver shooting through her body.
"I've still got two years pent-up within me," he continued. "And I thinkit's about time I did something about it."
"So do I." Suddenly she didn't feel as sleepy as she thought. "Fuck me,Phil Howard. Push that magnificent cock up into my pussy."
She reached down and grasped his thick cock, giving it a healthysqueeze. She smiled when he groaned, his hips quivering with need. Nowshe knew why he had pulled his cock from her mouth. He saved the achingload of his loins for her pussy.
Deftly, she guided the thick head of his prick to the waiting lips ofher quim. Inwardly, his pelvis moved, sliding his ramrod of flesh intothe humid harbor of her belly. Her sigh of fulfillment echoed his moanof pleasure.
Melinda expected him to be like a turned-on jackhammer, pounding hiscock into the soft, enfolding pocket of her cunt. But he didn't move.Holding her closely, he simply lay atop the voluptuous contours of herbody, bathing his prick in the liquid warmth of her pussy. She felt andtwitched with eagerness, but he soaked in the luxury of her body--thefirst woman he had known in two years.
When he finally did move, he slowly pulled from her. A fraction of aninch by a fraction of an inch, his thick shaft slid from the squeezingfolds of her cunt. He paused when the plum- like crown of his rod laypoised within the scalloped inner lips of her quim.
With a pleased moan he slipped back into the waiting heat of her belly.She accepted him, relaxing her pelvic muscles. Inward the swollenfatness of his rod moved, packing her with virile flesh. She moanedsoftly, fully delighting in the filled feeling within her body.
Boy, since that night she left Jace and Susan, her life had been filledwith various boys all disguised as men by their years. But thisred-haired graduate student was most definitely a man. His own pleasurestemmed from the pleasure he gave her. And he did give her pleasure.
Outward his fleshy piston of delight pulled. She clamped down with herfirm pelvic muscles, squeezing. The pink folds of her quim gripped thethick offering of his sex, providing exquisite friction over thatsensitive surface. He moaned, smiling down at her.
She clung to him, her pussy folds following the outward motion of hisrod. When he again reached the lips of her cunt, he eased back in,turning the folds of her twat in on themselves. Then his throbbing lancedelved ball-deep into the heated tunnel that gratefully sleeved it.
It would have been enough to have him within her at this moment. Butthat wasn't what he wanted. He slowly increased the tempo of hisstrokes, while he tucked his head to her chest and busily sucked one ofthe still erect nipples standing atop her young tits.
She moaned in a deep, lust-filled voice. Fresh arousal washed throughher supple body. Her hips arched up and up in a constant pumping motionto match the demanding rhythm of his pelvis. Her hand caressed theboulder-hard tautness of his asscheeks, pulling him into her in anattempt to drive him even deeper into her edacious pussy.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're a good fuck?" she whispered downto him.
His hips jerked forward, slamming every inch of his cock into the humidchannel of her sex. The rigid stalk jerked and twitched with excitement.His lips slipped from the nipple they caressed and his head rose to her.
"No," he said, a broad grin splitting his face. "I don't believe anyonehas ever told me that."
"Then somebody is a fool," Melinda smiled up at him, her dark eyesgleaming. "Mr. Howard, you're one hell of a good fuck!"
His pelvis suddenly upped its rhythm, throwing his cock into her cunt indeep-grinding strokes. Her own body responded, meeting every rammingplunge of his prick.
She came quickly, lead by the commanding urge of his youthful strength.Before she could descend from the heights of carnal bliss, new thrillsraced through her supine body. He still had not come. His dork stillreamed the aching, quivering folds of her pussy in relentless vigor. Thestaying power of this red- haired man was unbelievable.
Pushing her knees upward so that they pointed to the ceiling and herfeet rested flat on the bed, she changed the angle of his attack. Deeperhis loveshaft drilled into the welcoming confines of her pussy. Shewiggled a bit, mating her body around his stiffness.
It was a challenge now. She wanted to unleash the flood of sperm andsemen she knew raged within his loins. She wanted to return the pleasurehe had given her again and again this night. She wanted to bring him, tofeel his body shudder as he spilled his seed into the heated recesses ofher belly, releasing the desires and lusts he had locked away in hisbody for two years.
"Fuck me," she urged him on. "Fuck me hard and deep."
Unbelievably, his tempo increased once more. Like a pike of purepleasure his cock crammed its way into the yielding channel of her quim.She groaned, her own lust for this man growing with each thrust of hisrod. She felt the mounting pressure of another climax within her. If shedidn't do something, and quick, she would come once again, leaving hisbody unsatisfied once again.
Wedging a hand down between their sweat-slicked cores, she reachedbetween his legs. There, dangling from his loins, she found the hairybag of his testicles. Her fingers closed around the weighty sac.Teasingly, she toyed with the kidney-shaped rocks within.
His groans mingled with hers. His balls shot around within the wrinkledconfines of his sac. His hips hunched and bucked, plowing the furrow ofher silk-fleeced cunt.
Harder and deeper with near desperation, he fucked her. She writhed andundulated under him, milking her cunt around the thrusting length of hismanhood.
"Yesssss," she hissed out her delight. "That's it. Fuck me, fuck me."
In and out, out and in, his persistent prick reamed. Up and down, downand up, her hips matched each stroke of his cock. Her fingers constantlyplayed with his balls, adding a fanning breeze to the flames she knewburned within his groin.
Higher and higher her own desire raced. And she came, whimpering andcrying as ecstasy once more bathed every cell of her young, supple body.
Atop her, he stiffened, his body going rigid. His cock slammed in,rooting itself deeply in the clinging pink folds of her pussy. Hegroaned out, deep and long.
Up from his aching balls, the flood of two years raced. It seared upthrough the pulsing shaft of his cock. Outward it came, scalding thehypersensitive flesh of his glans. He blasted into her, unleashing thetorrent of sperm and semen he had held back all through the night.
They came together, making it seem even more delicious to theraven-haired beauty who quivered and shook under his own shudderingframe.
He drained himself, emptying what seemed like a gallon to two into hercunt. Only when that last twitch of pleasure left his cock, did hismuscles relax and he sagged into her body, trembling with exhaustion.
She held him close, her hands lovingly fondling over his body. She felthis breathing deepen and knew he slept. She smiled, her own drowsinessdrawing her toward sleep ... but before she too drifted away, her gazehappened to move to the bedroom window. The pink glow of the rising sunbeamed in. She smiled, fully satisfied.
Chapter 7
Melinda and Phil stepped from the shower and playfully toweled eachother dry. Naked and still laughing they walked into the kitchen, whereMelinda cooked eggs and bacon for both of them.
"The life of luxury," Phil chuckled. "I feel like a million."
"So do I," Melinda replied. "Last night ..."
"This morning," Phil corrected. "It's 2 P.M."
She smiled. "This morning was terrific. You're really quite a man,Philip Howard. I was beginning to believe that there weren't any menleft in this world, just boys over the age of twenty-one."
"You've got a way about you that brings out the best in a man," hegrinned, leaning over to kiss her. "This morning was something else. Icould easily become addicted to you. "
She gazed at him a moment, seeing he was serious. "So could I."
He kissed her again in reply, then rose from the table. "Now, I'd bestget dressed and get back to Susan's and Jace's. They're probably homefrom the city by now and wondering where I am. I didn't realize mygallant rescue last night would lead to ..." he paused, searching forthe right words.
"A night with a ball freak," Melinda said.
"I wasn't going to put it that way," he said.
"I know. You were going to say something nice ... and dishonest," shesaid. "I'm a ballfreak, Phil. I like to get into bed with a man andfuck. It's that simple. If a man feels that I'm a whore for doing thesame thing he likes to do, then that's his problem. I can usually sensethe way he feels. If he's got that hang-up, then I won't see him again.I won't let myself be stifled by a double standard that's been plaguingthis society since Victorian times."
She paused to let him answer, but he didn't say anything. "Last nightwas good, Phil. You needed a woman and I needed a man. We had sex and weboth enjoyed. It was honest."
He nodded in agreement.
"And to be strictly honest," she continued, "I'd like it to happen again..."
He moved to her, taking her in his arms and kissing her long andpassionately. "To hell with Susan and Jace. I don't want to leave rightnow."
They moved back into the bedroom. Melinda directed him to stretch out onthe bed. She then used her mouth on his cock until it stood stiff anderect, like a fleshy- flagpole jutting from his crotch. When she pulledaway, she eyed her work for a moment with a pleased smile plying on herlips.
"You taste good," she said, looking up at him. "Now, let me do the workthis time. I hope you don't have a hang-up about the woman taking thetop position. Because, I intend to fuck you."
The deep red-headed man laughed and shook his head. "No inhibition aboutplowing the sky."
"Good!" Melinda replied. "Now I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."
Straddling his waist, she slowly lowered herself onto the rigid spike ofhis sex. She sighed as the length of his cock eased up into the waitingmouth of her cunt, then filled her.
Like a hungry cat, she balled him until she and he came together onceagain. Then she used her mouth to get him up again and fucked him oncemore. Her bedside clock read 5 P.M. when he finally managed to rise anddress.
"Don't go back to sleep on me," he said when he left. "We've got a datefor dinner at seven, then we'll take in a movie or something."
"I'd rather have the something," she called after him.
Feeling warm and wonderful, the dark-haired woman returned for anothershower. Yesterday, her world seemed bleak and dreary. Today everythingwas rosy and delicious. Perhaps it would be a short-lived feeling. Shedidn't care. If it were only for tonight, it would be better than thepast six months.
Climbing from the shower and drying herself, Melinda went to her closetand pondered. She shoved aside the jeans and blouses and carefullystudied each of her dresses, at last selecting a slinky black eveninggown that dipped sexily at the neckline. Phil might show up in jeans,but she didn't care. Tonight, she was going to knock the eyes out of hishead.
For a moment, she thought about taking two steaks from the refrigeratorand fixing dinner in her apartment, then decided against it. Phil saidhe was taking her out to dinner. She would let him, even if it were forhamburgers.
She then moved to her dressing table and selected the most seductiveperfume she had and dabbed behind her ears and touched a drop to thevalley between her tits. Her makeup was light, a bit of lipstick, abrush of blush and just enough powder to stop her nose from shining.
She wore no slip beneath her dress, preferring to allow the light toplay through the fabric and reveal the silhouettes of her long legs. Nordid she wear a bra or panties. They would only be in the way later.Poising before the mirror, she carefully eyed herself, pleased with herdefinitely seductive appearance.
Promptly at seven, the doorbell rang. Phil stood outside in athree-piece suit and carrying a dozen long stemmed roses. She took them,sniffing their fragrance.
"Here's another present," Phil said, handing her a box.
"What's this?" she asked.
"A carburetor kit," he replied. "I thought I'd repair your cartomorrow."
"Sounds like you plan on spending another night."
"If you'll have me."
"I'll have you," she replied coyly, letting him know just how she wouldhave him.
He grinned and kissed her. "Now, I'm afraid I'll have to let you selecta good place to eat. I don't know enough about this town to be able toselect a restaurant that will impress a beautiful woman."
"I don't need that type of impression," Melinda answered. "I've alreadygot the most important one. But I do like seafood. How's that sound toyou?"
"Great," he said, waving her from the apartment.
The dinner went great. They talked first about Phil's two years in thePeace Corps, then about her own life. Melinda found herself opening tothe young man, enjoying the attention he gave freely and the interest heoffered. They danced, holding each other closely while a three-piececombo played soft, slow romantic tunes.
"Now," Phil eventually said. "I promised you a movie."
"I'd rather not," Melinda said. "If you don't mind. To be honest, I'dmuch rather get you in bed and ..."
"Enough said," he grinned widely. "However, if I allow you to compromisemy virtue this night, you have to promise to take in a Woody Allenfestival with me tomorrow night."
"Agreed," Melinda grinned, then taking Phil's arm, led him from therestaurant.
Outside, the night was clear. Melinda stared up to the stars, feelingwonderful, while Phil unlocked the car, then opened the door for her.
"Did Jace and Susan get back in town?" she asked when he slid behind thesteering wheel and started the car.
"Yes," he answered, easing the car from the parking lot and turningtoward her apartment. "Seems they managed to pick up some newassignments."
"Did you tell them about last night?"
He looked at her and shook his head. "I just said I had found thisfantastic beauty and they weren't to expect me home until early tomorrowmorning."
Melinda nodded, feeling a bit easier. For some reason, she didn't wanther brother and his wife intruding on Phil and her time together. Philglanced at her again, a strange expression on his face, but he didn'tpress the matter further.
Within a few minutes, they wheeled into her apartment parking lot andquickly made their way to her apartment.
"Would you like a drink?" Melinda offered.
"No. I just need a double shot of you."
Phil took her in his arms, kissing long and passionately. She meltedagainst him, rolling the firm cones of her breasts over his chest. Herpelvis undulated against the crotch of his pants. She smiled inwardly,delighting in her own sensuality and the desire she ignited in thisgraduate student.
Phil's hands crept down her back, then covered the perky cheeks of herass. He squeezed, molding the firm demi-globes still covered by herblack, slinky dress. She moaned around the tongue playfully exploringher mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed when their lips parted. "That feels so good. Ilove your hands on me."
"I was hoping you would," he replied, a lusty gleam in his green eyes."I've been watching this beautiful ass all night and wondering ..."
"Wondering?" She moaned again when his hands squeezed down firmly intoher asscheeks.
"How you feel about having me here?" His hands clamped down once again,to make sure she knew exactly what he was proposing.
"Hmmmmm." She batted her long eyelashes coyly and glanced modestly tothe floor. Then she stared back at him. "I'll let you know, as soon as Ican get out of these clothes."
With a quick kiss, she eased from his arms and stepped back. Tucking anarm behind her, she tugged her dress's zipper downward and wiggled freeof the black fabric. His eyes went as wide as saucers when he saw shewore nothing beneath. Immediately his hands began to peel away anddiscard the layers of his own clothing.
With his eyes watching her every movement, she sank to the floor of theliving room and posed on her hands and knees. She purposely pushed thepink globes of her hindcheeks into the air and wiggled her ass, temptinghim. If he had any doubt about her willingness to have a man take her inthe ass, he didn't exhibit it now. The red-haired student pulled downhis jockey shorts and tossed them away. He then dropped to his kneesbehind her.
"Have I told you that you're beautiful?" he whispered, his arms reachingaround her waist then moving upward to capture the slightly pendulouscones of her tits. "If I haven't, then let me correct a dreadfuloversight. Melinda Tuning, you are the most beautiful woman I've evermet."
"I bet you say that to all the girls you're about to bugger," she said,cooing softly while he toyed with her breasts, creating all sorts ofwarm, trembly sensations within her.
When her nipples swelled and stood stiff and a moist flow of juicesdampened her quim, his hands slid downward, one covering the mound ofher cunt and the other caressing the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.With the sexy thoroughness she had come to expect from this man, hecarefully prepared her body for the stiff invasion of her asshole.
Dipping a finger into the wet channel of her cunt, he then moved theslackened finger to her anus. He used her own pussy lubricants tomoisten her ass, carefully coating the tight, round hole.
She moaned and trembled, enjoying the probing fingers that moved fromcunt to ass, wiggling and drilling. She shivered in anticipation of thefatness that would soon slide up to pack the tiny mouth of her anus.
Urging her to relax, the man behind her then pulled the half- moons ofher rump apart. The throbbing head of his cock pressed to the drawn ringof her anus. She quivered under the intimate contact, but forced herbody to relax. His hips pressed inward with a slow, but steadilyincreasing pressure.
"Ahhhh!" Her natural resistance gave way. The fat head of his prodpopped into the vise-like confines of her asshole. "It feels so big!"
It did! She felt every inch of his engorged cock as it slipped into thechannel of her backside. She felt the delicate membrane of her assholemold around his thick length like a glove, squeezing tightly to hiscircumference. She felt every quiver and jerk of his massive tool.
"Tight," he groaned from behind her. "You're so damn tight!"
She wiggled her haunches a bit, whipping him around within her. Hegroaned again, slowly pulsing back, then easing in once again. He movedcarefully, allowing her time to accustom herself to his size and depthof strokes. Only when she assured him she was totally ready did thegraduate student up the tempo of his ass-reaming.
Her whole body trembled as the hot, fiery sensations generated by hisstiff rod swirled through her. She rocked and hunched, meeting thein-out motion of his pelvis. She clamped down, gripping at his cock withall her strength, an action, she realized, that created a tight frictionthat fired the surface of his prick.
Gratefully, his hands returned to her chest and recaptured the swayingforms of her tits. While his cock fucked her ass, his hands tugged andsqueezed the ripe, aching cones, doubling the pleasure of theircoupling.
In and out the fleshy staff of his cock reamed the round channel of herasshole. She felt like a volcano nearing eruption. Each deep-drillingstroke of his sex sent shuddery lust running up her spine. Her bodyresponded. She threw herself back, impaling herself on his swollenlance. When he pulled back, she eased from him, then hunched back. Shefucked herself on his cock, while he poled her.
"I'm close," he whispered, leaning forward on her back.
She didn't mind. Her own need was driving her closer and closer to theedge of climax.
Harder and deeper, his cock drove into the gripping confines of herrear. She hunched and wiggled. She moaned and groaned. She fucked andscrewed herself onto his joystick. And she came.
A moment after her quaking ecstasy began, he came, flooding the fierychannel of her bowels with a steaming fountain of sperm and semen.
* * *
Melinda awoke the next morning, lazily reaching out to hug the manbeside her. Last night had been marvelous. What had started in theliving room, ended in her bed after hours of non- stop sex.
Her eyes opened wide. Phil was gone. She glanced at her night clock. Itread noon. "Phil?" she called out softly, then a bit louder, "Phil?"
No one answered.
Slipping from the bed, she hastily checked the rooms of her apartment.Phil wasn't there, nor did she find a note anywhere. An achinghollowness filled the pit of her stomach. Was this the way it ended,Phil quietly leaving without a word of good-bye while she slept?
She felt hot tears mist her eyes, but wiped them away, refusing to cry.She was a big girl. She knew that the past two nights had been nothingbut an opportunity for sex for the both of them. She had enjoyed it.Wasn't that enough? It was, she told herself, but why did she want morethan just a weekend of balling?
She glanced around the apartment, remembering. It seemed so empty, evenmore lonely than before Phil Howard had first stepped foot within herdoor. She hugged herself, suddenly feeling chilly.
Get off it kid! You're acting like some school-girl who's just lost hervirginity and feels abandoned when the man leaves her, she chidedherself. It did help.
A knock came at the door. Melinda jumped, startled. Again the knocksounded.
Trotting into the bedroom, she grabbed a robe from the closet andwrapped it around her. The knock came persistently again. She trottedback to the living room and opened the door.
"Phil!" she almost cried aloud, warmth and joy flooding through her.
"Sorry I left so early," he winked. "But I had this great idea and itcouldn't wait. Did anyone ever tell you that you're beautiful whenyou're sleeping?"
He pushed into the apartment, carrying two suitcases. She stared at him,unsure what was going on.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Moving in," he said. "That is if you'll have me. All my things are downin the car. Susan and Jace thought I was crazy, as hell."
"Moving in? Just like that, you're moving in?" She couldn't believe thiswas happening. "Mr. Howard, I haven't even asked you. You don't just upand decide to move in with a woman without asking her."
"Why not? Is there a law that says this and that formality must beobserved between a man and a woman who love each other?" he asked."Besides you can always kick me out if it doesn't work."
"Has anyone ever told you that you've got a weird outlook?" She suddenlyrealized what he had said. "Love?"
"Yes, didn't I tell you?" He looked at her with big, green innocenteyes. "I love you."
She stared at him with her mouth open, then began to laugh. By allrights, she should be fuming and raging with anger. But she didn't findan ounce of anger anywhere within her. "I don't know if I'll ever adjustto your style."'
"Don't try to. I don't have one," he chuckled. "I guess this meansyou're not throwing me out on my ear then."
"No, I don't know why, but I'm letting you move in," she said, throwingher arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. "I'll probably regretthis, but I'll never know unless I give it a try."
"Good," he said. "And by the way, I want to marry you."
She laughed again. "Phil, I'm not sure whether to take you seriously.One thing I am sure of is that if this lasts only a week, it will be oneweek filled with surprises."
He just grinned and kissed her again. "Now, I've got to finish unloadingmy car, then I'll get that carburetor kit and see if I can get yoursrunning again. And I do love you, and I am going to marry you."
She laughed as he walked back down to the parking lot, thatfunny-looking grin on his face.
* * *
Two months later, Melinda Tuning stood before a justice of the peace andvowed to take Phil Howard as her husband, until death did them part.
Chapter 8
"Hey, stranger, over here." Susan looked around the student unioncafeteria. She found Phil alone at a table. She smiled and went over andjoined her brother.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," she said coyly, "or your wifewill begin to suspect."
He chuckled. "What about Jace? He's a big man ... not someone I'd liketo have call me outside to protect his wife's virtue."
Susan grinned. "Well, how's it feel to be an old married man?"
"Better than I ever expected," he answered. "I must admit yoursister-in-law is one hell of a woman."
"I wouldn't know," Susan said with a shake of her head. "I never get tosee her anymore."
"Yeah, I know," Phil replied. "That's why I asked you to meet me heretoday. What's it with Melinda and Jace? "
"Phil, I don't know." Susan looked at her brother, concern in her eyes."I wish I did. They used to be so close. Now they act like they'reembarrassed to be around each other. It's like there's a ten-foot thickwall between them."
"Yeah, I know. I don't like it," Phil said. "I like both you and Jaceand I like being around you, but whenever you invite us over for dinner,Melinda finds some excuse to get out of it."
"The same with Jace, " Susan said. "The way he acts, he couldn't careless whether he ever saw Melinda again."
"Are you sure it's not me?" Phil said.
"Yes, Jace has said several times that he couldn't ask for a betterbrother-in-law. I think he'd really like to be friends with you," Susancontinued. "But Melinda is in the way."
"I don't understand it. They are both terrific people," he said. "Ithink we should do something to get them back together."
"Got any bright ideas?"
"I don't know how bright it is, but I do have an idea that might work,"he said.
"Let's hear it."
"Okay. I've got this friend whose parents own a cabin up in themountains. It's near a ski run and there's a heavy coat of new snow onthe slopes," Phil explained. "I've got the use of that cabin thisweekend."
Susan smiled. The setting sounded perfect. Jace loved to ski and heneeded a weekend's vacation." Brother you sound like a genius."
"I know," Phil answered with a grin. "If we are going to pull this off,we are going to have to be very careful. Now this is the way I think weshould ..."
Susan listened, nodding her agreement with every sneaky step of hisplan.
Chapter 9
Cabin did not describe the luxurious split-level home that Phil'sfriends had provided for their weekend holiday. Four bedrooms, animmense kitchen, three baths and a large den complete with fireplaceprovided enough space to get lost in. It was more than either Susan orPhil expected.
However, the chill filling the cabin was something they hadn't expected.It was the type of chill that a roaring fire couldn't dispel.
"I think we blew it, brother," Susan whispered to Phil while theychecked out the kitchen facilities together.
Phil glanced at Jace and Melinda in the den. The brother and sister saton opposite sides of the room, not even bothering to make small talk. "Ithought it was a good idea. I guess I thought wrong. Those two act asthough they're complete strangers."'
"Jace is steaming," Susan said. "I shudder to think about the way he'sgoing to explode when we get alone. He realizes that you and I brewedthis up."
"Perhaps we should have told them before coming up here?" Phil mused.
Susan shook her head. "If Jace had known you two were going to be here,I'd never have gotten him out of the house."
"Any suggestions?" Phil asked. "If those two don't melt the wall of icebetween them, this weekend will be a total disaster. And dammit, theslopes are too good to waste them."
"Agreed," Susan replied, walking to the refrigerator and opening it."Mmmmmm, looks like someone is going to have to make a trip down to thevillage store. We haven't got any breakfast food."
"I'll go," Phil said. "Better get to it before the roads freeze overtonight."
"Nope, "Susan answered, a smile on her lips. "You and I will go. Maybeif we leave Jace and Melinda alone for a while they might be able to getthings worked out between them."
Phil nodded and winked his agreement.
* * *
Melinda cast a glance at her brother from the corner of her eye. He heldthe chill of a marble statue. An expression so distant. It was hard toimagine they had once been lovers, a brother and sister who shared thesame bed.
A hollowness still filled part of her. Jace still left a vacancy withinher. He was still her brother and she still loved him. A tremblysensation coursed through her body. She still found him desirable.
But she was willing to live without having him in her bed, if they couldbe friends again, regain the closeness they had lost. But she had noidea how to chisel away the wall he had thrown up between them. In thepast, she had tried, only to have him move even further away.
Jace rose. He looked at Melinda. "I think I'll change and try to makethe intermediate slope before it gets dark."
Before she could answer, he walked from the room.
Damn you, Jace Tuning, Melinda cursed. I'm not some cardboard figure!I'm your sister. It's about time to start acting like it!
The dark-haired woman sucked in a deep breath and gathered her courage.She had to confront him, tell him how she felt. They couldn't go onacting as though they never had been close. Maybe they could work thingsout. Maybe ...
It didn't help pondering the matter. She had thought it all out beforeat least a thousand times. Now was the time for action, not thoughts.
Rising, Melinda breathed deeply once again in determination and walkedtoward the bedrooms. She stopped before the door to Jace's and Susan'sroom. Inside, Jace stood, stripped except for his jockey briefs. Theraven-haired beauty felt another trembling shiver race up and down herspine. The bulge nestled there in the white cotton brought back vividmemories of lusty days and nights in each other's arms.
"Jace," she said, forcing words over the dryness in her mouth. "Jace, wehave to talk. We have to work things out between us. I can't ..."
She mumbled, tears misting her eyes. She cursed herself for the waterydisplay. She didn't want to cry. She had hoped to handle this verybusiness-like and rational. But now, she felt quivery and uncertain.
"Jace ... I am your sister ... you can't," she stuttered, attempting toget the words out. She couldn't. She broke down and started sobbing,hiding her face in her hands.
"Melinda," Jace said softly and moved to her. His arms encircled her andheld her close. "Melinda, shhhhh. Please, I can't take it when you cry."
"I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I didn't mean to cry. I justwanted to talk this out. I just thought ..."
Jace tenderly kissed her. "Just thought I was acting like a son of abitch."
Melinda melted against him. He felt so good, so warm. The feel of hisskin so familiar, like the security one gets when coming home afterbeing away for a long time.
"No," she answered. "Jace, I love you. You're my brother and I need you.You can't shut me off the way you've done these past months."
"I know," he whispered. "Believe me, I know. Each time I see you, ittears me up. I can't trust myself. I still love you, Melinda. I stillwant you as much as I ever did."
The hardness growing in his crotch verified that for her. She shivered,hot sensations racing through her core, stirred by the lusty feel of hisgrowing manhood. "I know Jace, I still want you. But we can't ..."
He pressed a finger to her red lips. "We can."
He kissed her again, this time his lips pressed firmly against hers. Fora moment the thought flickered in her mind that she should pull awayfrom him, that what they would do would be cheating on Phil. But shedidn't want to. She yearned to once more have her brother's rigid cockdeeply rooted in the hot pocket of her pussy--to feel his piston offlesh moving in and out of her.
"Yes," she answered when they parted. "Yes, yes, yessss."
Pulling her tightly to him, Jace thrust his tongue into the warmsweetness of her mouth. Eagerly his oral digit twisted and dueled aroundher own tongue. At the same time, he shot a hand between her thighs,clamping over the knoll of her cunt. He squeezed and kneaded the womanlymound. She moaned as his fingers pressed through the fabric of herslacks. Juices welled within her quim and oozed out, dampening the silkof her panties.
"Jace," she moaned. "Jace, my brother, I want you to fuck me. I want youto ball me."
"Fuck you blind," he said. "Strip. Get those damn clothes off so I cansee that beautiful pussy."
She didn't need further urging to comply. Stepping back a few feet, shequickly peeled her pullover sweater over her head, then skinned down herslacks. Standing before her brother, dressed only in her bra andpanties, she watched while he jerked off his briefs. His cock stood atfull attention, jerking and twitching from his crotch. Jace grasped therigid tool in his fist and jerked up and down it a couple times. Sheshuddered with need, remembering the times he had jacked off for her,often shooting his seed over her stomach and tits.
While his eyes watched her every move, she reached behind her back. Thethree hooks to her bra strap easily unclasped. The cupping halter swungout and she wiggled her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Hertits, twin peaks of firm proud flesh, jutted from her chest. The merethought of what was going to happen had transformed her nipples intostiff buttons that topped each of the cones.
She tucked her fingers beneath the elastic band of her panties andpushed them down over the womanly flare of her hips. His eyes homed inon the dark fleece of down covering the plump knoll of her pussy. Shetrembled, reveling in the intimate caress of his gaze.
She didn't pose coyly for him. Her own need for her brother burned toohigh. Instead she ran back into his arms, throwing her arms around hisneck and kissing him hard and long. She pushed her tits against hischest. Her nipples felt so stiff and hard that she knew they couldprobably dig holes into his flesh.
His hips pushed forward, pressing the stiffness of his cock into thefur-covered mound of her sex. She moaned while he rubbed the solidlength of his rod over the wanton knoll of her pussy. It pulsed andthrobbed, alive with strength and power to please.
His hands caressed her back for moments, then circled forward, cuppingthe outer bulges of her tits. He squeezed, molding into her flesh likean artist working handfuls of stubborn clay. She moaned, thrusting hertongue deep into his mouth, driving for his throat.
They tumbled atop the bed together, holding tightly, unwilling to breakthe magic spell of their touching flesh. Her brother rolled atop herbody. His mouth kissed down the graceful arch of her neck, then evenfurther downward. His lips and tongue found her tits.
She arched her back, stuffing the marshmallowy flesh into his mouth.There was no way he could take all the bountiful offering of hertit-flesh, but it was fun trying. He sucked and licked, busily eating atthe warm, silky flesh.
After thoroughly satisfying himself and her, he kissed downward again,stopping only when his tongue poked into the humid cavern of her pussy.
She squirmed atop the bed, his tongue whipping her need higher andhigher. Up and down the pink lips of her cunt, his moist oral digit ran,cajoling her clit out from under its hood of skin. She shivered andquaked while he played particular attention to that fleshy nubbin--thecenter of a woman's delight.
She groaned in disappointment when he rose from between her thighs andsmiled up at her. Then she moaned deeply. He slipped up onto thealluring invitation of her body. His cock easily slid into thewell-lubricated sluice of her pussy, driving ball-deep.
Skewered, shafted, impaled, she thought, fucked!
Like a lance of flesh, his mighty prodder packed the tight confines ofher quim. Swollen and throbbing, his massive cock strained the pinkfolds of her pussy so that they fitted him like a glove. The hardness ofhis prick jerked and twitched in its yearning for her.
"Damn!" he groaned. "You feel so damn good! So hot and tight!"
And he felt long, hard and deep. She wiggled her ass around on thebedspread. His cock rocked and whipped within her pussy, setting off achain-reaction of thrills that shot up from her cunt to her brain. Shemoaned, worshipping the filling feel of him.
"Good," she whispered in his ear. "My brother's cock feels marvelous!Fuck me, Jace. Fuck your sister!"
He did. His pelvis jerked high, then plunged down. The impact came likea triple shot of hundred proof whiskey. The lusty pleasure he broughtmade her reel in a drunken stupor of pleasure. She groaned out loud andlong. Her stomach muscles clamped down, squeezing tightly around histhick shaft.
"God!" she hissed in delight. "You can't imagine what it's like to haveyou in me again."
"I can," he said. "I know what it's like to be there."
Up and down, he fed his cock into her willing body. Her hips caught hisrhythmic strokes and kept time. She strained against him, attempting todraw his pulsating piston even deeper into the lusting hole of herpussy. She wanted him deep, driving to the burning core of her need.
Phil satisfied her, more than satisfied her. But with her brother, itwas so different. She didn't know why or understand the excitingdifference of having her brother fuck her. She didn't care. All that wasimportant was the carnal desires he created in her wanton body, and thenthe way he quenched them.
Harder his pelvis rose and fell. His crotch slapped into hers. A wetsheen of sweat coated their nakedness. Deep furrows of concentrationwrinkled his brow. His ball bag slapped at the furry lips of her quim.And his cock kept sliding in and out of the juicy slit of her cunt.
Seeking to drive even deeper into the heated haven of her young, sensualbody, her brother slid his hands down, caressing the supple silkiness ofher outer thighs. His exploring fingertips moved under her muscular legsand hefted them high.
"Ahharrgggahhh!" she moaned out in reveling pleasure.
His fat cock seemed to sink at least two inches deeper into the juicygash of her quim. The knobby crown of his prick threatened to bangagainst the ring of her cervix.
Her legs raised in the air, she lost most of the leverage needed formovement. She squirmed and writhed, trying to hunch up and meet theravishing strokes of her brother's massive tool. The results werefantastic. His cock whipped around and gyrated within the wet folds ofher sex.
Downward the thickness of his shaft plummeted into the moist harbor ofher pussy. The tight cheeks of her ass swished against the bed-spread.She concentrated, clamping down with the well- toned muscles of herstomach.
Her brother groaned, fiery friction burning lust around the entrenchedlance of his prick. He pulled up, his whole body quivering with need anddesire. Up to the very lips of her cunt he slid, then rammed back down,jarring her body under his full weight.
It was so good. The young black-haired beauty found her body and mindcompletely under the command of her brother's deep- reaming cock. Sheloved her husband, loved the sex they shared. But this was her ownbrother, her first lover, the man who had taken her hymen and made her awoman.
Deep within the molten core of her pussy, fires flared higher andhigher. She soared with them, letting their consuming flames lickthrough every cell of her trembling body. She came hard and long,groaning and moaning while her brother's stiff offering continued toplow the sweet, quivering gash of her pussy.
Then he suddenly went rigid. Throwing himself firmly into the fleshysaddle of her crotch. Hot spurts of sperm and semen blasted from theslitted mouth of his cock. He came, grunting and groaning like some bullin rut.
She accepted the gushing fountains of his lust. She squeezed down aroundhis jerking prick. She milked him with the folds of her pussy, trying todrain the last drop of his come from his balls.
His lust spent, he sagged into her, his muscles, a moment beforeboulder-hard, now flaccid and quivering.
"You're some man, Jace Tuning," she whispered with a sigh ofcontentment. "You don't know how much I've wanted this."
Weakly, he pushed up on his elbows, hovering above her. For a fewseconds, his eyes just caressed the beauty of his sister's face withtheir loving gaze. Then, he kissed her.
They held each other close until his cock, limp and spent, slitheredfrom her come-filled quim. Then Jace rolled to his back, pulling twocigarettes from a pack on the bedstand and lighting both.
Handing one of the cigarettes to Melinda, he said, "Now that I've hadyou again, I don't want to give you up."
"I know," she replied, taking a long drag from the cigarette. "But howdo we handle it? I really don't like the idea of sneaking around andcheating on Phil and Susan."
"I don't either," Jace answered. "But I don't see how else we can manageit. If we're careful and not greedy ..."
"They'll find us out sooner or later," Melinda said, knowing it wasimpossible to keep it from Phil and Susan.
"Then what do we do?" Jace asked. "We can't tell them. I don't want tolose Susan. Melinda, I love my wife."
She nodded. "Can't see spending my life with anyone but Phil. I don'tknow what to do. I don't think ..."
The sound of a car pulling off the highway interrupted Melinda. Theraven-haired beauty slipped from the bed and went to the window.
"It's Phil and Susan," Melinda said, scurrying around the room gatheringup her clothing. She ran to her brother and kissed him. "If we'recareless like this, we'll have to explain everything before either of usis ready."
With that she turned and ran into the bedroom she and Phil were using.Pulling her ski outfit from a suitcase, she tossed it on the bed, thenslipped into the shower to wash away the traces of her brother's seedoozing from the still pouting lips of her pussy.
Chapter 10
Susan stirred in that drowsy state of semi-awareness of half- sleep.Satisfying memories moved slowly within her mind, replaying themselves.
After returning from the store, the four of them had managed one rundown the intermediate slope before darkness, then a very nice dinnerbefore the blazing fireplace. Somewhat surprisingly, Jace and Melindaseemed to be tearing down whatever barrier had risen between them.
Then, she sighed to herself, she and Jace had retired to their bedroom.Despite the physical demands of skiing, her husband didn't have sleep onhis mind. Instead, after they stepped from the shower, he balled her onthe bathroom floor. To her amazement, his cock had already risen to thetask again by the time they slipped under the sheet. He took her again,bringing her off five times before he blasted his desire into herquivering cunt. His prick still nestled within her, they had drifted offto sleep.
Susan rolled over and reached out to snuggle closer to Jace. Her gropingarm embraced empty air.
Her eyes opened wide and awake. Her hand patted the vacant bed as thoughdisbelieving its emptiness. Then she smiled to herself.
Midnight snack, she thought. That man of mine is always ready for food.
Not that the thought of a sandwich was bad, she pondered. She threw backthe sheets and eased from the bed. Slipping her feet into a pair of warmhouse slippers, she walked to a closet and pulled out a robe to coverher nakedness.
From the hall, she saw a glow coming from the kitchen. She smiled andshook her head. She had been right about Jace's late night hunger.
Tiptoeing down the hall so as not to wake Phil and Melinda, she made herway to the kitchen. However, Jace was nowhere to be found. A light wason and a package of cold-cuts, mustard and bread were on the table, butno Jace.
"Ohhhhhh," a feminine moan came from the den. "Ahhhhhh. That's it.Yessssss."
A trembly sensation raced up and down her spine. Phil and Melinda? Shesmiled, feeling like a schoolgirl again, spying on couples parked onLovers Lane. However, these weren't two strangers. It was her brotherand his wife. She stepped toward the door to the den, then stopped. Sheshook her head. She wasn't a Peeping Tom. Even a quick glance would bean invasion of their privacy.
She turned to retrace her steps back to the bedroom, but then glancedback to the door. The urge to take one quick glimpse at the couple wastoo overpowering. With a somewhat guilty shrug of her shoulders, shequickly moved to the swinging door.
Her heart hammering with delicious, wicked excitement, she pressed thedoor inward. Melinda's muffled moans came louder now, but Susan couldn'tsee anything. The den was dark, except for the red and orange glow fromthe fireplace. She pushed the door further in.
And there was Melinda. An aroused quiver of arousal tickled its way upSusan's back. The young raven-haired girl was so beautiful. Since thatnight alone when they had explored the delights of woman-to-woman love,Susan had been unable to remove the vision of Melinda's nakedness fromher mind. Now, seeing her completely disrobed again, Susan found herbody coming alive with growing lust.
A man's hands glided smoothly over the proud cones of Melinda's tits.Thumbs pressed down atop the stiff nipples topping each creamy mound.The younger woman moaned and trembled. Her dark eyes fluttered close andher sensual mouth writhed in passion.
Susan inched the door open a bit more, but was still unable to see Phil.Only his forearms and his constantly tit-fondling hands were visible.
Phil's fingers squeezed into the tempting cones of his wife's breasts.Her flesh, glowing red in the firelight, squelched up between hisfingers. Melinda groaned, thrusting her tits into his palms. Her ownhands reached out fondling ...
The object of her caresses was hidden from Susan's view, but the blondedamn well knew what Melinda was feeling. Once, when they were stillteenagers, Susan had glimpsed Phil in the raw as he prepared for a bath.She remembered the strange, unknown sensations that had awakened in herbody at that time. Phil's cock was the first male sex organ she had everseen. She remembered it as being long and thick. Melinda now held a two-fisted prick in her palms.
"Kneel," a masculine voice whispered.
Desire racing through her body, Melinda managed to nod in compliance.She stepped back a foot or two and slowly sank to her knees on thecarpet.
A cock, stiff, long and fully erect was the first thing Susan saw. Shestifled a moany sigh that rose in her own throat. Despite the fact thatJace had balled her so thoroughly only an hour or two ago, her spying onMelinda and Phil was getting to her. Juices flowed deep within her quim.She trembled.
Almost embarrassed by the thoughts racing in her mind, the blonderealized that at that moment she would trade places with hersister-in-law. It didn't matter that it would be Phil's cock she wouldbe servicing. In fact that very thought, the idea of taking her ownbrother, only seemed to increase the thick flow of her feminine fluids.
That rigid raft of manmeat moved closer to the subserviently kneelingMelinda. The black-tressed woman's tongue curled out from behind her redlips and tapped at its engorged head. Wet and quick, it swirled over theplump crown, bathing it in her saliva.
For a moment, the younger woman's tongue left the thickly swollen cock,her gaze studying the throbbing column of sex. Susan's own eyes werelocked to the kneeling woman. She shivered as Melinda's mouth openedwide, then wider, her lips forming a lewd "O." Her head moved forwardand accepted the pulsing tool that slid into her face.
Above the slavishly kneeling girl came a masculine moan of pleasure.Susan smiled, knowing that Melinda's expert lips were getting to herbrother. She glanced up to see the expression on Phil's face.
Susan gasped.
It wasn't Phil feeding his dick into Melinda's mouth. It was Jace--herown husband!
She stared in disbelief. Jace-Melinda? Brother and sister? Melindagiving her husband head! Jace's sister providing him a blow job? Themodel Charolette and Jace, Jace and Melinda.
Her brain might have been shocked and numbed, but her body respondedwith a fresh wave of gooseflesh and an oozing flood of juices wet thequivery interior of her cunt.
Brother and sister together, sharing the carnal pleasures of theirbodies. She should be outraged, she told herself. Her husband cheatingon her, getting a little on the side, fucking around, she should betotally consumed with jealousy. But she wasn't. Instead of consideringwhich attorney she should hire to take Jace for everything she could ata divorce proceeding, she found herself completely entranced by one ofthe sexiest things she had ever witnessed.
She had wondered more than once what it would be like to watch Jace withanother woman. Especially that day with the model Charolette she hadreally been aroused by the image of Jace fucking the stacked woman. Nowher own admitted desire for Phil combined with that desire and found avery lusty reality in spying on Jace and Melinda.
Melinda's head dipped to Jace's crotch. She took every inch of his long,throbbing cock into her mouth. Her lips tightened to a taut circlearound her brother's prick, then slid up the saliva- slickened pole. Shesucked, her cheeks hollowing deeply as she pulled on his fleshy bone.
When her lips inched back down the pulsing length, Jace's hips easedforward, feeding his sister's face. Melinda's cheeks filled, stuffedwith her brother's lusty offering.
"Eat it," he groaned. "Suck it."
The black-haired woman did. Susan well knew just how well hersister-in-law could use her lips and tongue. She also knew how much Jaceloved to have his cock mouthed by a woman. The fact that his own sisterwas so thoroughly giving him head had to be making his balls doflip-flops in their wrinkled bag. Susan trembled, her want and needrising higher. She could almost taste and feel the fat burden of herhusband's prick within her own lips.
Up and down Melinda's head bobbed in an erotic rhythm. She no longerjust casually mouthed her brother's rod, but fucked her face on hiscock. Her fingers reached up to his scrotum and toyed with histesticles. Jace groaned, his knees shaking as his lust grew.
Suddenly his pelvis jerked forward in a spasm of delight. Melinda's headwinced back, to avoid the gagging invasion of her throat. She sucked andsucked. Her throat quivered as she drank down the exploding sperm andsemen that spewed from her brother's dork. She pulled and ate at him, asthough perfectly content to completely gobble him down, balls and all.
"Enough," Jace moaned, weakly back-stepping. His cock wrenched from hissister's taut lips, splattering a drop of come on her chin. "God, Ithought you were going to suck the whole damn thing into your stomach."
Coyly, Melinda's dark eyes rose to her brother. Her tongue licked outand captured the spilled drop of creamy jism on her chin. "I would if Icould."
Susan shivered. She could tell by her sister-in-law's voice that shemeant just what she said.
"Now, little sister," Jace said, "why don't you just lay back and let meat that pretty little cunt of yours?"
Melinda no longer played coy. She quickly stretched out on her back andspread the long, sleek shapes of her thighs. In the firelight, Susancould see the drops of womanly fluids oozing from the woman's pussy. Sheshuddered, recalling the musky flavor of those juices and the feel ofher own tongue exploring the humid crevice of the younger woman's cunt.
Jace knelt between the wide invitation of his sister's legs. His headlowered and his lips tenderly kissed over the furry mound of her twat.Melinda moaned, her whole body trembling in the flickering light fromthe fireplace. Her hands reached down and caressed the dark strands ofher brother's hair.
"Your tongue feels like a wet silk whip," she groaned. "Eat me, Jace,eat me!"
Her brother buried his face in the dark muff of her cunt. Susan couldjust glimpse the wet, pink, in-out motion of his tongue as it drilledinto the welcoming folds of Melinda's quim. She could hear the littleoral sounds he made while he licked and laved within that wanton furrowbetween his sister's thighs.
Susan found she was unable to turn away from the arousing scene if shehad wanted to, which she didn't. This was her husband, her stud, and hewas eating out another woman. That the woman just happened to be his ownsister only increased Susan's excitement.
The image of Phil's naked cock flashed in her mind. She shivered,wondering what it would be like to take that fat column of cock, what itwould be like to cross that rigid social barrier and have her ownbrother as a lover ...
Melinda groaned loud and long, the throaty moaning of a woman completelyconsumed by the pleasures of her body. She came, her perky little asswrithing and twitching on the carpet. Susan watched, very much wantingand needing a man, wanting to walk in on the brother and sister and jointhem. But she held back, still embarrassed; and a bit guilty aboutspying on them.
Jace's head rose from between the lovely girl's thighs. His tonguelicked over his lips, removing the last traces of her pussy juice.
Then he slid atop Melinda. His cock, stiff and long once again, skewereddead center into her pussy. The woman under him groaned in surprise anddelight. Her hands locked around his buttocks, dragging him deeper intoher greedy body.
How many times had he mounted her in that same manner? How many timeshad she welcomed his thick prod into her cunt? Susan had no way ofestimating. But her very familiarity with his unexpected lancing intoher pussy made the scene she watched that much more exciting. She knewwhat Melinda was experiencing. She knew just how long and hard herhusband's cock felt when it drove into her still quivering quim.
His own arms encircling his sister's waist, Jace suddenly rolled over sothat Melinda was now on top. "Fuck it, little sister. Fuck yourbrother's cock!"
Weakly, Melinda's pelvis hunched up and down. Her ass cheeks glowedred-hot in the flickering light of the fireplace. Susan watched, almosthypnotized by the erotic rhythm of her body. Once she had heard, orread, someone say that watching a man and woman having sex was one ofthe dullest sights in the world. Whoever it was who had said that waswrong. However, there were certain drawbacks to spying on this couple.It was no fun just watching. She wanted to join them.
The black-haired woman's body became more animated as she descended fromthe heights of her climax. Her ass pumped up and down in a steadilyincreasing tempo. Her head ducked down a bit so that her lipsencompassed one of the small, pebble-like buttons of her brother'snipples. She sucked at the tiny nubbin of flesh, bringing a long moanfrom Jace.
Suddenly Melinda pushed up on her arms to hover over her brother. Hertits, elongated cones of desirable flesh, swung from her chest likefleshy pendulums. Her pelvis twisted and turned, gyrating around thestiff stalk deeply entrenched in the folds of her cunt.
Jace's hands rose. His fingers lightly caressed over the silkysmoothness of his sister's over-abundant tits. He paid special attentionto the two pebbles of flesh stiffly stabbing from the tip of each. Thedark-haired beauty driving his cock groaned. Her head lolled on hershoulders, rolling back and forth.
At the same time, Jace's hips moved. Despite the confining position, hemanaged to jerk his pelvis into the velvety pocket of his sister's cunt.His cock shafted in and out in short, quick little strokes.
Susan hugged her robe close, very much in need of a man with a long,hard cock. For a moment she pondered using her own fingers to bringrelief to her aching pussy. But she realized that wouldn't be enough.She needed a man. When Jace finally finished with Melinda, he would findanother woman ready and waiting for his services.
Jace's head strained upward. His mouth opened and captured one of hissister's dark nipples. He sucked and nibbled at the button of flesh,then turned his attention to its sister bud.
Melinda went wild. Pushing up with her knees she rose the length of herbrother's cock, then dropped back to his crotch. His swollen prickslammed upward, embedding its full, massive form into the haven of herbelly.
Faster and faster with determined strength she rode her brother. Higherand higher she drove herself on, her face contorted with pure lust anddesire. She moaned out and whimpered nearing that moment of carnalbliss. Then she came.
Simultaneously, Jace came, blasting a hot, fiery load of come into hissister's well-fucked pussy. Melinda collapsed atop her brother, quakingand trembling in exhaustion. Jace's arms encircled her, holding herclose.
Their passion passed for the moment. Susan sucked in a deep breath andslowly closed the door to the den. She quivered and shook with need, butwould have to contain her desire until Jace returned to their bedroom.
Susan turned to leave the kitchen. She gasped and froze in mid-stride.
Chapter 11
Phil, his emerald-green eyes gleaming with a lusty light stood beforeSusan. His face held an expression of intensity she was unsure of. Wasit jealousy, anger, or ...
"You saw them? Jace and Melinda?" she whispered, not wanting to disturbher husband and sister-in-law.
Phil nodded, stepping closer to her. He didn't speak, but his gazecoursed over her body. She shivered, feeling as though his eyes couldsee through the fabric of her robe. She shivered again, realizing sheenjoyed that feeling.
"Phil?" she asked, uncertain. "Jace and Melinda, you're not going to doanything ..."
He took another step. He reached out with one hand, taking hold of thetie sash to the robe. She trembled, but did not brush his fingers away.He pulled, freeing the knot. The front of her robe fell open. Herbreasts heaved when she breathed deeply, shivering with undeniableexcitement.
His gaze ran up and down the broad expanse of flesh revealed by her openrobe. Intimately he probed the sandy-blonde bush covering the femininemound of her pussy. Droplets of oozing juices clung to the silky softstrands of her cunt hair--fluids brought by witnessing her husband ballhis own sister.
And now ...
"Ohhh!" a soft, surrendering whimper escaped over her lips.
Phil's hands rose to her shoulders and slipped the robe back. Downwardit fell, gathering around her ankles. Completely naked, she stood beforeher own brother, reveling in the lusty fire that burned in his deepgreen eyes.
Her own gaze drifted to his crotch. Like a massive pole hidden withinhis pajama bottom, his cock shafted outward, trying to escape. Shemoaned, very much wanting to see and feel her brother's manliness. Asmile moved over his sensual mouth when he noticed the direction of hergaze.
"Take it out," he said in a husky whisper. His hands gently caressed hershoulders. "Take it out."
"Yes," she answered in a weak voice. Like a woman in a trance, shereached down and popped the two snaps to his pajamas. The fabric felldownward and he stepped free, standing naked. "Ohhhh, it's beautiful."
She reached out and tenderly caressed the rigid shaft of her ownbrother's cock. This was a treasure, something that needed her and mustbe given her full attention. She moaned as the fatness of his prickjerked and twitched under her loving ministrations.
Phil's own hands dipped from her shoulders and captured the twomelon-like globes standing proudly on her chest. With the same lovingtouch, he fondled the warm balls of titflesh, making their coral pinknipples stand stiffly erected and throbbing.
While he used his mouth and tongue on those two tempting cherries offlesh, her exploring fingers slid between his legs. There had been morethan one man in her life, more than one cock she had sucked and fucked.But just feeling this man--her own brother--held an electric excitementshe could not describe. Her fingertips drifted over the hairy sac of hisballs. She felt the heavy kidney-shaped rocks within, delighted when hemoaned and trembled.
A clear drop of thick preseminal fluid oozed from the crown of his cock.She smiled wondering what her brother tasted like, what he would do ifshe dropped to her knees and sucked the thick stalk of his sex into hermouth. The very thought of mouth-loving her own brother was too great atemptation.
Without a second thought, the voluptuous blonde sank to her knees on thekitchen tile. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, hungrily eatingat the firm rod of manmeat jutting from his loins.
Warm and slightly saline, the taste of his fluids filled her mouth. Shesavored them, enjoying the real taste of sex. Then she swallowed, onlyto slide down the pulsing rail and suck with all her might.
His bludgeoning prick filled her face, nudged at the back of her mouth,then slipped into her throat. She fought the urge to gag by breathingdeeply through her nose.
Up and down, she sheathed and unsheathed the swollen staff of lust inher mouth. Beneath her still caressing fingers, she felt his testiclesrise in their bag, the skin of his sac tightening around them. She wasgetting to him. She imagined the knot-like tautness growing in hisgroin, his fight with self-control to hold back the flood of jism untila last uncontrollable moment.
Her own body was also responding. If watching Jace and Melinda togetherhadn't been enough, she suddenly found herself living a sexual fantasy.She was giving head to her own brother and she liked it.
Loved it, she corrected herself. I love sucking my brother's dick.
She did. And she tried to convey the pure pleasure of having him in hermouth with licking tongue and sucking lips. She used every trick sheknew on his cock, trying to provide everything this hot and needy rodwanted.
Phil's hips began to rock back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. Shewelcomed the in-and-out strokes of his prick. She no longer was justgiving him a sisterly blow job. Now her brother was fucking her face.
She didn't want him to come in her mouth. As much as she wanted to tastethe fiery gushes of his jism, she wanted to feel this magnificent toolin her cunt more. She tried to ease back from his prick. But herbrother's hands firmly clamped to the back of her neck, preventing herretreat. She gave in, returning to her cock-eating task.
In and out his fleshy rod of hard, lusty desire slid between heredacious lips. Up and down, her head bobbed in time with his quickeningstrokes.
Her tongue licked and teased over the full circumference of his dick.She felt the increasing throbs that caused his cock to jerk within hercheeks; she felt him swell larger and grow even more turgid.
Then, he came.
Hot and thick, his come spewed into her mouth. It scalded over thepinkness of her tongue and blasted to the back of her throat. Therewasn't time to relish each gushing spurt. She sucked deeply and drankdown the rush of sperm and semen to stop from being drowned in hisrelease. Again and again she swallowed down her brother's seed, wishingthis fountaining eruption filled her pussy rather than her stomach.
Only when Phil's trembling hands released her neck, did she slip off hiscock. Licking the last traces of his release from her worshipping lips,her gaze rolled up to her brother.
He smiled down at her with adoration in his eyes and gratitude. He triedto help her to her feet, but was still too shaky to assist much. Shemoved into his arms, her cock-loving mouth covering his. They kisseddeeply, neither inhibited by the fact that they were siblings. Theirtongues dueled and probed, thoroughly lost in their mutual passion.
Phil's hands drifted from her waist and cupped the demi- globes of herperky ass cheeks. He squeezed them a couple of times, then suddenlylifted to seat her on the kitchen table. He stepped back a bit, breakingtheir embrace. Her eyes, misty with love and lust, flickered open. Toher surprise his cock still stood rigid from his crotch. He reached downand spread the luxurious softness of her shapely thighs, opening the wayto the pouted lips of her cunt.
"Yes," she nodded, fully understanding what he intended to do with thatfat pole of prick. "I want to feel you, Phil. I want my brother's cockin me. "
He needed no further urging. Gripping his pulsating shaft in a fist, hemoved forward. Easily he pressed the engorged head of his sex into theopen furrow of her cunt. Securely nestled there, just at the entrance toher quim, he wedged his hands under the mounds of her ass. Then hepulled forward.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she moaned out in a deep voice of sheer pleasure.
Inward the swollen lance of his sex skewered. Ball deep, he sank hismeaty shaft into the soft trench of her pussy. She moaned again, herstomach shuddering with waves of desire. Her legs wrapped around him,locking at the ankle.
He was so fat. His circumference strained the tightly gripping folds ofher quim. Despite the flooding flow of juices that drenched her pussy,she didn't see how he would be able to move within her.
And long! His cock seemed to jab up into her belly as though fullyintent on skewering through her. Her brother was equipped with a cockthat wouldn't stop. She worried if she were woman enough to handle sucha pussy pleaser as this.
With the first movement of his hips, she realized she was. The awkward,confined position restricted his strokes at first, giving her time toaccustom herself to the strange bigness that filled her cunt to thebrim. By the time he reached a steady in- out rhythm, her own body movedto his tempo.
"Tight," he moaned and grinned at her. "My sister's pussy feels as tightas a virgin."
A virgin, she wasn't. She showed him just how much of a woman he wasballing by tightening her pussy around his massive cock and squeezing.He groaned, his eyes dulling over with a glaze of lusty pleasure. Sherelaxed, then clamped down again, enjoying the control she held over herown brother.
His cock jumped and jerked within the sleeving folds of her twat. Eachjerk of his rod sent gooseflesh racing up and down her back. She moaned,swishing her ass a bit so that his prick twisted around within her,screwing even deeper into the humid harbor of her needy cunt.
He eased back, his cock inched from her pussy. His hands squeezed intothe pads of her rear mounds and he hiked her higher. Inward he rammedthe long, fat pole of his sex. Deeper, even deeper than before hedrilled. She moaned, her body bucking and twisting in response to hismassive invasion of her willing quim.
While watching Jace and Melinda together, she had wondered what it wouldbe like to take her brother into her body. She had imagined the thrillof knowing her brother as a lover. But never had she been able tocapture the real excitement of actually doing it.
This was more than just having a man's cock within her. This was herbrother--her very own brother! His touch was like electricity joltingthrough the open network of her nerves. His cock was like adamantinesteel packing the tightness of her pussy. She tried to find the words todescribe the feelings to him, to share the full arousal of theirincestuous coupling with him, but failed. There were no words to paintthe heights to which she now soared. She gave up, abandoning herself tothe waves of carnal pleasure that washed through her supple body.
Out and in, his thick root of flesh plowed the honey-dipping furrow ofher cunt. Each invading plunge of his body sent tremors quaking throughher. Her eyes closed and her head rolled on her shoulders in drunkenfashion.
In and out, the stiff column of his cock reamed the willing trench ofher sex. The driving power of his loins controlled her. Like a womancompletely commanded by some mystical spell, she gave herself totally toher brother.
Harder he pumped the long, pulsing shaft of his prick into her quim. Shesqueezed her legs around him and came. Then came again.
In quick succession she came five times, each climax growing from thequivering remains of the one that went before. Harder and harder herbody quaked and shuddered. Never before had she experienced suchoverpowering pleasure. Her body felt like a rapid-fire rifle, explodingwith joy.
Then she CAME!
Like a dam crumbling, her flesh tremors exploded in bliss. Her ownuniverse seemed to swirl in a race of blinding white light thattransformed into flashing colors. Her temples pounded and beat like anoversized bass drum. She groaned out, crying aloud the uninhibitedpleasure of her release.
Only when the maddening rush of pleasure eased a bit did she realizethat Phil's cock was now deeply drilled into her cunt and he no longermoved. Or he didn't move except to tremble and quiver as he unloaded afresh blast of sperm and semen into the quivering tightness of herpussy.
She reached out, hugging as close to him as their position allowed.Gratefully, she received the hot seed her brother spurted up into hercunt.
As he drained the lust of his loins, he sagged into her. Exhausted forthe moment, he clung to his blonde sister, panting and trembling. Sheheld him tight, afraid his knees would give way under him.
A cough sounded behind them.
A chill, like a finger of ice, ran up and down Susan's spine.
"Hmmmmm," a voice she recognized as Jace's. "It seems my wife and yourhusband have been spying on us."
"And decided to play around a bit on their own," Melinda replied.
Phil's eyes opened and focused behind Susan. The blonde twisted her headaround to find Jace and Melinda standing in the doorway to the kitchen.Both wore amused grins. Jace's cock stood stiff and hard.
"It seems we've all been caught with our hands in the cookie jar," Jacesaid.
"That's not Phil's hand, brother dear," Melinda chuckled. "And that'sdefinitely not a cookie jar he's got his cock caught in."
Phil managed to stand upright. He eased back a bit, his deflating cockslipping from Susan's come-drenched cunt. Melinda's gaze took in herhusband's spent rod, then her sister- in-law's quim. Her red lips partedand her tongue flicked over them.
She then glanced at Jace and smiled. He returned the smile, looking toSusan and Phil. Melinda moved to the refrigerator, opened it and removeda bottle of white wine and a package of cheese.
"I think it's time we all sat down together and had a long talk," theblack-haired woman said. "As soon as you two get your strength back, getsome glasses from the cabinet and join Jace and me in the den. It's alot more comfortable by the fire."
In a mild state of shock, Susan slid from atop the kitchen table. Takingfour glasses from the cabinet, she took Phil's hand and walked into theden, where her husband and his sister sat on the floor with an armaround each other's waist.
Chapter 12
Susan snuggled closer to her husband and sipped on her third glass ofwine. Despite her nakedness the fire, the alcohol in her blood-streamand the two men and one woman--all who had been her lovers at onetime--made her feel very warm and cozy.
Phil reached out for a piece of the cheese, then let his hand slip upMelinda's thigh, his fingers brushing the black bush of her pussy. Thedark-haired beauty shivered and smiled.
"I don't know what to say," Susan said, still mulling over the tale Jaceand Melinda had just told. Even though her brother had just balled her,new arousal coursed through her body. Their tale of brother-and-sisterlylove was quite a turn on. "Except that it's one of the sexiest storiesI've ever heard."
"Phil?" Melinda asked. "What about you?"
"What about me?" he said looking at his young wife. "What about you?"
"I thought watching you screw your own sister was one of the sexiestthings I've ever seen," the black-haired girl said. "Do you plan to doit again?"
"Hey," Susan cut in. "Don't I have something to say about that?"
"You'll say 'yes,'" Jace replied. "I've seen that look on your face fortwo years now. All Phil has to do is come and knock and you'll be flaton your back for him."
"Jealous?" Susan asked.
"Nope. I also thought it was one of the sexiest sights I've seen," Jaceanswered. "Hope you two don't mind a couple of peeping Toms."
Jace pulled her close and kissed her. It wasn't a casual "I Love You"kiss, but a long, tongue-probing to the throat kiss. She moaned, rollingto him. The heavy balls of her tits rolled against his chest. Hernipples grew hard as the wanton lust of her body flared high. Shereached down between his thighs to find his cock standing high and hard.She squeezed it, not caring that her brother and his wife watched.
When they parted, she glanced to Melinda and Phil. The other coupledidn't seem to mind company either. The black-haired woman had slid downbeside her husband. Her mouth was now stuffed full of his long, fatcock. Susan watched while her sister-in-law mouthed a massive burden ofprick, bringing it to life within her face until it stood at rigidattention.
"Oooohhhh!" Susan moaned in sudden surprise.
Jace's finger slipped up into the hot pocket of her quim. Like aminiature prick it stroked in and out. She wiggled a bit, openingherself to his delving digit. She squeezed harder on his cock, jackingher hand up and down that turgid shaft.
"Fuck me, Jace, " she said turning to her husband. "I want you to fuckme. Now!"
He pulled her to him and kissed her, long, hard, and arousing. "Yourass. I want your ass."
She offered no protest, but released his throbbing dick and rolled overso that she was on all fours on the floor. She poked her rear moundsinto the air and wiggled them to tempt him.
Immediately, he scrambled behind her and grasped the twin cushions offlesh. For several minutes, he stood there and kneaded her ass cheekswhile whispering loving and very sexy things. Then he parted the pads ofher buttocks. She shivered, feeling his breath bathe over the puckeredmouth of her anus.
"Oh, Jace!" she moaned. "That feels so good!"
His tongue flicked out and tapped over the tight nodes of her asshole.He licked at that tiny mouth. Delicious shivers raced along her spinesetting up wave after wave of excited gooseflesh.
Around and around his oral digit worked. Then the tip of his tonguewiggled into her ass, then even deeper. While he ate at her, she did herbest to maintain her balance. The sensations her husband created withinher were unbelievable. This whole night had been nothing but oneunexpected sexual encounter after another.
"There," he said. "Relax."
She did. The swollen head of his prick pressed against her anus. Sherelaxed even more, allowing that arrow-shaped tip to penetrate the tautring of her asshole, then slid inward and up her back.
A woman can feel a man in her pussy, she thought, but a woman can feel acock up her ass!
She could. She felt every pulsating inch of his plunger. Her mouth, hercunt and now her ass. Tonight her body was designed but for onething--cock. And she was taking it every way it was offered--and lovingit.
Slowly, Jace pulled back. She clamped down, squeezing her rectum aroundhis engorged prodder. He groaned as fiery friction seared along everyinch of his cock. Still he pulled outward until only the head of hisprick remained entrenched within her. Then he pushed back in.
She relaxed, letting her husband's stiff invasion drill up into thevolcano-like heat of her bowels. So good, she thought, he feels so damngood. It was like having a man in her quim, but so deliciouslydifferent. She wondered about those men and women who had neverexperienced anal lovemaking. It was their loss, not hers.
Across the room, Melinda threw her head onto Phil's inflated rod. Shelet its bulging crown slide into her throat, then she started sucking.Slowly, she pulled back, sucking harder and harder while she rose up themeaty column of prick. Her lips smacked loudly when she pulled off herhusband's cock.
"Hey?" Phil looked down at her. "Why did you stop?"
"Because, my darling husband," Melinda smiled, "you can't take your eyesoff your sister. I can't blame you. Susan is one hell of a woman."
"Huh?"
Melinda eased up beside him and whispered in his ear. Phil's eyes grewwide with disbelief. He looked at her. "You and Susan?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Damn! I hope you don't expect the same from Jace and me," Phil said."I'm strictly a woman's man. But the thought of you and Susan together.Wow!"
Melinda laughed. "You dig watching your wife getting screwed, don'tyou?"
Phil grinned and nodded affirmatively. "The thought of seeing you andSusan is something else."
"Then why don't you go over there and fill your sister's pussy full ofcome again," Melinda suggested. "Then I'll show you just what I can do."
"Are you sure? I mean you and I were ..."
"We can wait," Melinda said. "You've just discovered that your sister isa woman--something Jace and I have shared for years. Now go to her."
Phil glanced at his black-haired wife, kissed her, then scooted towardSusan.
The blonde wasn't sure what was happening. One moment she was dreamilylost in the steady in-out rhythm of Jace's cock, the next, her husbandthrust himself deeply into her bowels, wrapped his arms around herwaist, lifted her a bit, then lay her on her side while still pluggedinto her ass.
Her eyes fluttered open to see Phil slide down in front of her. "What?"
"Relax, sis," he said. "I'm just coming back for seconds."
"You're what?" she muttered, what he had said just penetrating herpleasure-laden brain. "Phil, don't, you can't!"
He did. Parting her legs, he drilled his cock up into the wet slit ofher cunt.
"God!" she groaned. "Oh, my God!"
I'm nothing but a fucking machine, she thought. Two men at once. Twococks crammed into my cunt and ass!
She didn't have time to be indignant about the unexpected invasion ofher body. Phil immediately started pumping his prick in and out of herquim. The dual skewering of her wanton body sent her soaring to newheights of carnal pleasure.
She could feel both her men at once. She felt them pressing against oneanother through the thin membrane separating her pussy and ass. Shewondered if they could feel one another, if they found that contactarousing as she did.
Inward Jace drilled his plunger into her asshole, reaming long and deep.Outward, Phil pulled until his cock's crown nestled in the outer lips ofher cunt. Then outward Jace eased and inward Phil plunged.
She accepted each of their fleshy offerings, loving the heat sensationsthey sent swirling through her. She felt like a total sex object,realizing that if cocks had been presented to her mouth and hands shewould have been willing to service them as well.
These two men and their demanding pricks completely dominated her. Allshe existed for was the feel of their in-out stroking. She felt heridentity blur and melt away. She was woman and they were men. Sheexisted to take them into her body, to feel the pleasure they couldprovide her. There was that and in this moment there was nothing else.
Jace came first, his seed blasting from the jerking head of his cock.She groaned, relishing the hot gushes of his jism. She wiggled andsqueezed her ass, trying to milk every drop of sperm and semen from herhusband's cock. When his deflated cock slipped from her come-coatedasshole, she turned her full attention to draining the still rigid cockplugged into her cunt.
Matching her hunching movements with those of her brother's, she rolledto her back, pulling Phil on top of the voluptuous bed of her youngwilling body. Eagerly he pumped his cock in and out of her cunt, nevermissing a stroke as they changed positions.
She was the woman--the total woman now. Her own needs and desires nolonger seemed to matter. That she could and would bring her brother offonce more was all she cared about.
In a wild frenzy their bodies rocked and bucked. She undulated herpelvis with each up-down rise of his. She fucked him as hard as hefucked her. As she sighed with pure pleasure, Phil came, once againflooding her loins with the thick fountains of his jism.
For moments she lay beneath him, feeling his bone-hard cock slowlydeflated to a sleepy snake and withered from the depths of her cunt. Twodown. Bring on the rest, she thought, still lost in the sexual powerfantasy she lived.
Soft, like the brushing of a small feather, she felt the moist tip of atongue lick at the pouting pink lips of her quim. The blonde moaned in awhimpery voice of delight. Her eyes fluttered open and glanced down.Melinda's raven-black hair fell over her creamy thighs as the otherwoman knelt to lick at her cunt. To each side, Phil and Jace sat backwatching with wide- eyed interest. Susan moaned again, reaching down tostroke the head of her female lover.
Tenderly, Melinda's tongue weaved its way up into the come- drenchedslit of Susan's quim. The mixture of very male jism and very femalefluids was exciting. She sucked them into her mouth and swallowed them.Well aware of the two men who watched and the effect of woman-to-womansex on men, she went about her task with deliberate languor. Often theswipes of her pink tongue were exaggerated so that both men could seethe intimate caresses she laved on Susan's delectable cunt.
Then too was her own love for this woman and the want to provide herpleasure. Not to mention the delight she had discovered with the womanand the lust she felt for her sister-in- law.
Good, Susan thought. Melinda's delving tongue felt so soft and gentle.It was a perfect counterpoint to the driving strength of her husband'sand brother's cocks. She moaned, feeling her own need flame again,racing at an uncontrollable pace.
Around and around the whipping oral digit ate at her pussy. Higher andhigher the sexy blonde soared. She came. Her whole body shuddered andquaked. She cried out, groaning the full pleasure of her release. Sointense were the sensations that caught her, she thought that she wasgoing to black out for a moment. She had read of women who passed outwhen they climaxed, but until now, she had thought they were simplyfantasies of some writer's mind.
As the tremors of her body quieted and her writhing stopped, Melindaeased her tongue from her sister-in-law's cunt. She licked her lips,wiping away the juices that remained there. Pleased, she stared down atthe blonde, grinning when Susan's eyes opened and she smiled up to herin gratitude.
Jace and Phil scooted over beside the women, offering each a fresh glassof wine. Both took the glasses and sipped.
"I needed that," Susan sighed, resting in her husband's arms. "It wasunbelievable."
"I know," Jace grinned at her. "That saying about a woman always beingcapable of having sex is most definitely true."
"I've never noticed any problems with your ability to perform," thestill panting blonde said. Susan reached down to her husband's crotchand playfully stroked the still deflated length of his cock.
Jace leaned down and lightly kissed her lips. Susan sighed, feelingJace's prick throb beneath the caressing tips of her fingers. Itwouldn't be long before the sleeping hose would be standing straight andhard again.
Giving his cock a loving squeeze, Susan pushed from the floor and satup. "If all of you will excuse me, I think I need to find the ladies'room."
With that, the naked blonde rose and walked from the den.
Melinda glanced at Phil and then Jace. She smiled. "Two men and onewoman."
"Mmmmm?" Phil looked at her'
"I had read about it, but I really didn't believe it was possible," theblack-haired woman said.
Jace chuckled, but Phil gazed at his wife. "I think you're hinting."
"Hinting?" Melinda coyly batted her eyes.
"Yeah," Phil nodded. "That's exactly what you're doing."
"Why, Phil, what could you be talking about?" Melinda's fingers creptover his thighs and surrounded the length of his cock. Slowly, she ranher hand up and down the sleeping hose of flesh.
His sex came to life beneath her touch. Weakly throbbing at first, thedeflated prick grew in length and circumference. It pulsed and jerked,rising to a stiff, rigid pole of lust.
Phil ran his own hand down to the black, silky muff bushed over hercunt. Easily he wiggled a finger up into the intimate furrow of herbody. Melinda grunted in pleasure as he buried three knuckles in hertwat.
"That's what I thought," her husband winked to Jace. "This wench feelslike a river. She can't wait to service two men at once."
Melinda didn't speak, but looked to her brother. Jace nodded.
"Hmmmm," Jace mused aloud. "I think we can oblige the young lady, butwith a few changes. "
"Like a bitch in heat," Phil said, slipping another finger up into thewet pocket of the black-haired beauty's cunt. "How do you think weshould handle this?"
"I think I should give the bitch a bone," Jace said.
He knee-walked over to his sister and held his cock toward her mouth.With a wet pop, Phil pulled his fingers from her pussy. Melinda moanedwith disappointment. She shivered with delicious anticipation, glancingat her husband then at the fleshy offering her brother proffered.
"Eat it," Jace said. "I want my sister to suck on my dick."
Getting on hands and knees, Melinda ducked her head and took herbrother's limp prick into her mouth. Lovingly, her tongue curled aroundthe meaty hose. She licked and bathed it, drawing more than one deepmoan from the man above her.
Around and around, her tongue swiped at the crown on Jace's cock. Thenher tongue-tip drilled into the small slitted mouth of the growingorgan. She smiled to herself. Susan was right-- women, those who dugsex, were always ready and willing. She shivered with delight. Now shewould have two men at once--two cocks plugged into her hungry body.
Thick and hard, Jace's rod swelled. The veins running along itsunderside pulsed, standing out with throbbing need. Her lips tightenedaround the now massive root of cockmeat and she sucked.
Melinda, kneeling and naked, her mouth loving the rigid shaft of herbrother's prick, moaned. Phil now knelt behind her. Gently, her husbandran a palm between her thighs, covering the uptilted knoll of her cunt.His fingers squeezed, massaging the willing mound of her sex.
Pulling back so that she sucked deeply on the engorged crown of herbrother's cock, she licked and whipped her wet, pink tongue over thesensitive skin. Then she relaxed and slid back down the massive tube offlesh. With her nose nestled in the black hairs forested around hisprick, she pulled back.
Phil's fingers once more wiggled their way into the vulnerably exposedpocket of her cunt. In and out, like a miniature penis her husbanddrilled his fingers into her. She groaned around the mouthful of dickshe ate. Her body began to rock back and forth. Just watching Jace andPhil take Susan front and back had gotten to her. Her pussy felt asthough it were ready to explode. She quivered and trembled with adesperately growing need.
In front of her, Jace's pelvis began to move. His cock slipped betweenher lips, pushing toward the back of her throat, then sliding downwardtoward her tonsils. Her immediate reflex to gag was quelled as shesucked in a deep breath through her nostrils.
"Now, my cock-hungry wife," Phil said, "You are going to get yourwish--two men at once."
With another sticky, wet pop, the man behind her pulled his fingers fromthe throbbing interior of her cunt. She moaned, then moaned even louder.Phil drove his cock into the upturned slit of her twat.
This wasn't exactly what she had been expecting, but she had nocomplaints. And she was servicing two men at the same time. Powercoursed through her. Two cocks at once, the sensations wereunbelievable. She had never imagined such a full and satisfying feeling.
Stuffed into her mouth was her brother's hard and virile prick. Shetrembled with each quaking jerk of that ponderous burden. Oozing dropsof preseminal fluid flowed from the arrowhead-shaped tip of his rod,filling her mouth with the musky flavor of sex. She sucked andswallowed, delighting in the very masculine taste of her brother'ssexual juices.
Packed in her gripping pussy was her husband's long, fat shaft. His hipsmoved in a slow, steady rhythm, as though giving her the opportunity toaccustom herself to handling the dual assault on her body.
These were both her men, both her lovers. Individually, each hadprovided her with pleasure after pleasure. In turn, she had given themall her body offered, willingly and wantonly. Each on his own was great.But together, having them both in her body at the same time, was beyonddescription. She wondered if Susan had similar sensations when they hadtaken her in the ass and cunt.
The three of them found a mutual rhythm. Jace fed his needy cock intoher mouth. She accepted the bludgeoning burden into her throat, thensucked hard and pulled back. Rocking back, she was met by the lancinglength of Phil's rod drilling into the spongy folds of her quim. Backand forth they moved. She moaned, unable and unwilling to escape thisdouble attack on her body.
Thick, like a growing knot of hardness, the black-haired seductress feltthe pressure growing at the base of her brother's cock. With expertdexterity, she laved her loving tongue around the pole-like length ofhis manhood. She sucked harder and harder, trying to draw the flood ofcome she knew gathered within the dangling forms of his balls.
From behind, Phil continued his in-out strokes. His cock plummeted intothe welcoming sluice of her cunt. His pelvis slapped into the upturnedcushions of her finely shaped ass. Then he pulled back. Simultaneously,she squeezed down, gripping his turgid prod with all her might.
That warm glowing heat that signaled the start of climax swirled withinher thighs. She bucked back on her husband's poling prick, while suckingup the stiff rail of her brother's sex. Then she rocked forward,throwing her back onto the pulsating lance of Jace's cock.
The black-haired man before her moaned deep and long. His prick jumpedand jerked within her jaws. Hot and thick a gush of steamy come jettedinto her mouth. He came. And she sucked and gobbled down the sperm andsemen that fountained from his groin. She licked and swallowed lovingthe masculine taste of her brother's seed. She sucked and sucked, makingsure she took his last drop before allowing him to ease hispleasure-aching rod from her edacious mouth.
Then she turned her attention to the red-haired man fucking herdog-style from behind.
As Phil threw himself into the juicy gash of her pussy, she bucked back.Their bodies slapped together. Both groaned, lust consuming their loins.He was close. She sensed the tension that gripped his body as he triedto hold himself back until she came. They both wanted the same thing--tocome together.
Balancing herself on one arm, she reached back, her fingers weavingthrough the strands of her pubic hair and into the slit of her cunt.Slipping one finger into the pink spread of her pussy lips, she foundthe erect nubbin of her clitoris. Having toyed with that pleasure buttonmore than once in her life, she expertly rolled it beneath herfingertip.
As her husband thrust his cock deep within the quaking interior of herbody, she came--he came. Together they moaned out the extent of theirrelease. Their bodies gave way and they collapsed to the floor stilllocked together in ecstasy.
Susan stood in the doorway, watching her brother ball his sexy youngwife. Had she been as thoughtful as Melinda, she would have joined thedark-tressed beauty on the floor and used her mouth to bring the girlonce again. But the blonde's gaze drifted to her husband and hisunoccupied prick. Jace lay stretched out on his back, eyes closed asthough asleep. She smiled to herself, knowing just the trick to bringhim back to life.
Tiptoeing across the den, she dropped to her knees at her husband'sside. Without touching him, she leaned over. Her tongue, pink and wet,flicked from her mouth and lightly tapped at the head of her husband'ssleeping penis. The hose-like length of cock twitched under thefeather-like oral caress. Jace stirred, apparently in that hazy statejust before drifting to sleep.
In a long wet swipe, Susan dragged her tongue across the pinkly glowingsurface of his glans. Her husband moaned--sighed again. His prickjerked, throbbing to life. She licked once more, running her tongue downto his scrotum and lapping at his testicles.
"Mmmmmmm," Jace whispered, his eyes fluttering open and a smileuplifting the corners of his mouth. "That's a hell of a nice way to kissa man awake."
"My man," she said in between playful licks to the rumpled sac of hisballs. "And right now, I very much need my man and his lovely cock."
Jace chuckled, reaching up to fondle one of the melon-like balls of hertits. In return, she scooped up his deflated prick in her mouth.Immediately she felt new fife pulse through the drowsy snake of flesh.She licked and sucked, working her mouth in a most expert manner untilher face was filled with long, hard cock. Somewhat reluctantly, sheeventually slipped her red lips from his erect shaft. For a moment sheeyed her handiwork while just kneeling there and enjoying the feel ofher husband's hands tenderly caressing her breast.
But just gazing at that stiff and ready hunk of manmeat was not what shehad in mind.
Giving the head of his prick one last loving kiss, she rose andstraddled his waist, supporting herself on her knees. With both hands,she reached down and grasped the pole-like root of flesh and lifted itup so that it jutted straight into the air, its engorged head aimeddirectly at the fur-lined slit of her pussy.
Jace, still stretched on his back, watched, his eyes moving from hiscock to the waiting nest of willing flesh between her widely spreadthighs.
Her legs quivering with need and excitement, the naked blonde slowlylowered herself. Inch by inch the lancing shaft of cock moved toward theopen gates of her cunt. She moaned as the head of his prick pushedthrough the soft fleece of her cunt, then moaned again when it separatedthe moist, pink lips of her outer lips.
Down, ever downward, Susan lowered herself on the spear of manmeat.Inward, she accepted the meaty shaft. Up into her body, past thescalloped inner lips of her cunt into the warm, spongy folds of herquim. Deeper and deeper the thick rod slid until she had taken everyinch of him and sat firmly on his crotch.
A wicked little smile moved over Jace's lips. She smiled back. He tensedand relaxed his pelvic muscles in quick movements. His cock jerked andjumped around within the tight pocket of her cunt.
"Don't move," she urged him. "I want to do this. I want to fuck myhusband."
He nodded, but at the same time reached up and took her heavy-ladenbreasts in his hands. His fingers squeezed into the pliant flesh,molding the mounds like balls of dough.
She didn't protest. Enjoying the taunting sensations created by hisloving hands, she started to move. Like a jockey adjusting his weight inthe saddle, she rocked back and forth, causing the length of his prickto jerk around with the socket of her sex. Then she worked her assaround in small circles. His rod gyrated within her in deep screwingturns.
While his thumbs pressed into her stiff, plump nipples as though theywere rubbery buttons, she pushed up on her legs. Unsure of her control,she rose only an inch, then slid back down the rail of cock. Again andagain, she moved thusly, getting the feel of him and her own strength.
Slowly, but surely, she rose up the total length of that swollen column,stopping when only the head of her husband's prick remained within themoist mouth of her cunt. Then slowly, she rode back down his prick,delighting as its massive form shot up into the wanton recesses of herquim.
No matter how many times she took Jace into her body, it seemeddifferent, new and exciting. Fucking him like this brought newpleasures. His cock pressed and rubbed against parts of her cunt thatnormally were untouched. The friction ignited by their bodies searedthrough the trembly folds of her quim.
Up and down, she rode the rigid, rail of her husband's cock. All thewhile, his ever-moving hand squeezed and kneaded the melons of her tits.He tugged at the fleshy orbs of pleasure, watching them jiggle on herchest when he released them. He pushed them upward and rolled them underhis palms.
Her own hands rubbed and slid over his chest, loving the feel of thethick hair sprouted there. Then on an impish impulse, she reached behindher and delved to his scrotum.
"God!" he moaned. His hips lurched up, slamming the full length of hisprick into the juicy channel of her cunt.
Her fingers found his balls and gently played with the sensitive rocks.In response, her husband jerked and writhed beneath her. She grinned,thoroughly enjoying the control she had on him.
Slipping back up the fat length of his rod, she squeezed down with herpelvic muscles, gripping him as tight as possible. This action broughtyet another pleased moan from the man she rode. Reaching the top of herfleshy pole, she relaxed and eased back down the throbbing joystick.
Despite his confining position, Jace now moved. His hips rose and fellin rhythm with her. In short little strokes, he did his best to cram hisprick even deeper into the humid cleft of her loins. He wiggled his assa bit, making his dork screw around within the clinging folds of herpussy.
Susan suddenly moaned. An unexpected pair of hands joined her husband'son her tits--a feminine pair of hands. She glanced up. Melinda stoodabove her with a wide grin on her face. The young woman's head lowered.Their lips met, then their tongues danced within one another's mouth.Melinda's fingers squeezed into the well-worked flesh of her breasts.
"Mmmmm," the dark-haired temptress sighed when they parted. Hercoal-black eyes gleamed as she glanced at Jace. "I think it's time wewomen show our independence."
Susan moaned. Jace jerked, thrusting his cock deep into the liquidwarmth of her cunt.
Melinda released her hold on the older blonde's breasts and knelt besideJace's head. Her grin grew even wider. "You boys have had your fun. Nowit's the girls' turn. Brother dear, you are going to satisfy two womenat the same time.
Without waiting for a reply, the sexy young woman suddenly straddled hishead. Susan smiled, realizing just what Melinda intended.
"Eat me, Jace, " Melinda said. "Eat your sister's pussy."
The black-tressed woman settled down, pressing the pink lips of herpussy to her brother's mouth. Immediately, Jace's tongue lapped out andlicked up and down the juicy slit presented to him.
At the same time, Susan reached out and captured the uplifted cones ofher sister-in-law's breasts. She shivered, loving the silky feel of herwarm flesh. She squeezed and molded the pliant cones. Then she leanedforward to suck at each of the twin, dark cherries perched precariouslyatop the tempting mounds.
When she finished, she eased back, watching the pink flicks of herhusband's tongue eagerly lapping away at his sister's quim. At the sametime, she upped the tempo of her rise and fall on his pulsating prick.
Melinda's own hands slipped to her sister-in-law's widely spread crotch.She ran a finger up into the cock-filled hole of her twat. For themoment she just delighted in feeling the in-out pumping of Jace's prickwithin his wife, then she slipped that moistened finger to Susan's clit.
The sexy blonde groaned loud and long. Her whole world suddenly explodedin sheer carnal bliss. She came like an erupting volcano. Yet still shehunched up and down on her husband's dick, fucking him even harder.
In and out the long, stiff column of manmeat skewered into the greedyslit of her pussy. Up and down she rode her man for every ounce ofpleasure she could take from him. Within minutes she came again.
This time her ecstasy was shared as Jace blasted a fresh load of comeinto the heated socket of her body. She felt the gushing cream of hisloins fill her, then ooze from the lips of her pussy.
When she descended from the cloud of pleasure, she returned Melinda'sfavor by slipping a finger into the rips of her cunt. Without a problem,she found her sister-in-law's clit and began to roll it around.
Between her careful ministrations and Jace's laving tongue, they hadMelinda quivering and coming within a few seconds. Satisfied andfulfilled, Susan pulled her finger back before too much pleasure broughtpain. She once more kneaded the younger woman's tits, trying to bring asmany thrills to her as she could.
When Melinda floated back to earth, they both rolled from Jace, leavinghim spent and exhausted on the floor. He closed his eyes and quicklydrifted into a quiet sleep.
"Phil's dead to the world also." Melinda nodded to her husband soundlysleeping.
Susan smiled, reaching out and taking her sister-in-law's hand andsqueezing it. "I can't blame them. I'm exhausted."
"Think we should wake them and get them into bed?" Melinda asked.
"In a moment," Susan answered. "But right now I need something to drink.Want something?"
"A glass of water," Melinda replied. "And some time to gather mystrength before lugging Phil to bed."
Susan rose and walked into the kitchen to return with two glasses ofwater. Handing one to Melinda, she settled back on the floor and gazedout the window.
Outside, the snow blazed gold with the rising sun. She smiled feelingwarm and secure. It had been one hell of a night. And they still hadanother night to share before returning to town. It was going to be someweekend--one she would never forget.
Chapter 13
Jace slept beside her. Susan held him close and gently kissed hisforehead. Within her, his cock slowly deflated and slipped from herbody. She sighed, releasing him as he rolled to his back.
For a moment, she rose on her elbows and gazed at her husband. Love andwarmth flooded her. As much as she had loved their weekend with Phil andMelinda, it felt good to be home in their own house, their own bed.
Giving Jace another kiss while he slept, she slipped from the bed andwalked to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she turned on theshower. As much as she liked drifting off to sleep after balling, shedidn't like waking up the next morning without having had a shower.Dried sexual juices always seemed to leave her a bit sore.
Stepping into the hot stream of water, she let the torrents massage overher nakedness for several minutes. Then she picked up the bar of soapand began sudsing.
Within their home, the weekend seemed so far away now, almost like adream. It had happened so fast. First Jace and Melinda, then Phil andherself, then all of them in a weekend of non-stop sex, occasionallybroken by a run down the slopes. Even when skiing, the foursome hadmanaged to find a secluded spot and managed a quickie or two in thesnow.
She smiled, remembering every moment of the weekend. There had been morethan sex between them, she realized. Love too was there--even beforethey learned to share their bodies. Their lovemaking only seemed to drawthem that much closer together.
She admitted to herself that the results of the weekend weren't exactlywhat she and Phil had in mind when they first schemed up the weekend.However, they had gotten Jace and Melinda back together. And Phil andshe had gotten together like they had never gotten together before intheir lives.
And in so many different positions, she thought. My brother has moregoing for him than I ever dreamed.
All in all, she mused, it was as though her family had grown, expandedto include two more loved ones--lovers. And that was something thatseemed so precious to her, something more important than all the sexualpleasure they shared.
Not that I'm knocking the sex, Susan said to herself.
She reached down and turned off the shower. Grabbing a towel from thewall, she briskly rubbed herself dry. Despite a long and quiteexhausting weekend, she felt wide awake. The warm shower had donenothing to make her drowsy.
The weekend had been like the opening of a new door, she realized.Inhibitions and taboos had been cast aside and all four of them weremuch better off for it.
What about other doors?
She remembered the erotic sensations that had coursed through her whenshe had watched Jace posing with Charolette. What about Jace and theluscious model? How would she react if her husband and the model sharedsex?
Switching off the bathroom light, she walked back into the bedroom andglanced down at her sleeping husband. She remembered the sight of Jacemounted atop his lovely sister, his hard cock plunging in and out ofMelinda's quite willing cunt. She shivered, sensual desires coursing upand down her spine.
She shook her head and smiled. She then slipped into bed beside Jace.She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Its luminous face read 10P.M. Still early. Two hours before their normal bedtime.
She reached out, resting her hand on Jace's thigh. Her fingers weavedinto the curly black hairs forested around the base of his sleepingprick. He stirred, but didn't wake.
Jace and Charolette, she rolled the possibility over in her mind.Charolette and me.
Juices stirred within her core, moistening the humid cleft of her sex.Trembly gooseflesh rose on her back in excitement. She smiled. Therewere others too, like Bill and Mary. She had always wondered what Billwould be like in bed. And there was Tom, an eligible bachelor who had onmore than one occasion let it be known he was ready and willing.
Shivery sensations coursed through her body now. There were severalpossibilities, many avenues to take. Of course, she would have to talkthem over with Jace. But she didn't see any difficulties there. She hadno doubt that her husband would be willing to begin the venture.
Tomorrow was a good time to start, she realized. Charolette would be atthe studio to pose for a very sexy session. If they handled thingsright, it could be even more sexy.
Her fingers slipped down and wrapped around the hose-like length ofJace's prick. She squeezed, thinking about the exciting possibilitiesthat lay before them.
"Susan?" Jace asked sleepily. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," she replied.
She rolled over and gave her husband a long passionate kiss. By the timetheir lips parted, his cock stood hot and hard in her hand. If he reallywanted to sleep, he didn't mention it. Instead, his hands lovinglycaressed her breasts.
For a moment, Susan lay there, reveling in the feel of his hands on her.Then she slid down toward the waiting shaft of pleasure jutting from hisgroin. Tomorrow was still just a fantasy. But tonight, Jace was veryreal.
The End