XE-795

Blackmailed Sister-in-law

By Naomi McElroy

	Mike McBride was driven to adultery by his inability to satisfy his
	lustful appetite with his wife.  Even though he loved her, he craved
	certain acts which she absolutely refused to participate in.  But
	then, activating his desires on others only made him crave his wife
	more.  It was she he wanted to do these things to.  What Mike didn't
	know was that his wife had been involved in lascivious behavior
	before they met.  Would he find out?  Only if she didn't pay the
	blackmailer.

Chapter 1

	When Sarah McBride saw the postman come up the walkway, she had no
	premonition that her safe, contented little world was about to
	collapse at her feet.  Despite the bleak February skies, the dark-
	haired young woman's spirits were sunny that fateful morning.
	Humming a carefree tune, Sarah dried her hands on the kitchen towel
	and went to get the day's mail.  The voluptuous brunette felt only
	mild curiosity when she saw the envelope addressed to Mrs. Sarah
	McBride.  Probably just some ad, she thought, placing the rest of
	the mail on top of the television set.

	It wasn't until she tore open the envelope, and its contents spilled
	out, that a horrified gasp escaped her throat.  Sarah's hand flew to
	her mouth and her face flushed crimson.  Her heart hammered like
	that of a captive bird as she clutched the letter with trembling
	hands.

	DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled message read.
	THINK ABOUT IT, SWEET SARAH.  BECAUSE YOU'LL SOON BE HEARING FROM ME
	AGAIN!

	A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to retrieve the
	photographs that had fallen to the floor.  Pictures Sarah had hoped,
	desperately, that she would never see again, that she had tried to
	shove into some dark and distant corner of her mind.  Still, there
	had always been that nagging fear that someday, they would turn up
	again to threaten her happiness.  As Sarah lifted the lurid photos,
	her hands trembled, for she knew that that dreaded someday had
	arrived!  The sordid past she had tried to escape had finally caught
	up with her, threatening to rob her of all that she held so dear.
	Her beloved husband Mike and their precious daughter Jill.

	Mike loved Sarah, trusted her, held her on a pedestal.  "My sweet
	Sarah," he often whispered as he held her close.  "I'm the luckiest
	guy in the world to have a wonderful wife like you!"

	Every time Mike uttered those words, Sarah felt a wave of guilt
	ripple through her, for she was not as sweet and innocent as her
	husband imagined.  And the tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent
	prayer that her past would remain buried.  She feared that Mike
	would be hopelessly disillusioned if he ever learned the ugly truth,
	that the wife he held in such high esteem had posed for pornographic
	photos before they were married!  Sarah had agonized countless times
	over the possibility of Mike's discovery of her sordid past,
	wondering what would happen if that fearful day should ever arrive.
	And she always came up with the same frightening answer.

	"He'll divorce me," she whispered to the empty room, her hand
	clutching her constricted throat.  "And take my darling Jill away
	from me, declare me an unfit mother!"  The mere thought of that
	occurring made Sarah's lips tremble and her green eyes fill with
	tears.  She loved her husband and daughter with all her heart.  They
	were Sarah's whole world now.  They had completely filled the
	emptiness that had settled after her mother's death five years
	before.  Sarah had not really begun to live until she met Mike.  The
	four years of their marriage, despite its problems, had been the
	happiest Sarah had ever known.  And little Jill was the precious
	living product of their love.  The twenty-three-year-old felt her
	heart wrench with pain as she clutched the anonymous letter in her
	shaking hand, for she could not bear to lose either one of them.

	Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her mouth dry as she
	stared at the lewd poses she had participated in before she met
	Mike.  Who had finally unveiled the ugly truth about her, unearthed
	the dark secret that Sarah had tried, all these years, to keep
	hidden?  That she had needed money so desperately during the final
	months of her mother's lengthy illness, that she had reluctantly
	agreed to perform lewd sex acts in front of a camera.

	Sarah had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling, but she had
	no other choice.  Her modest secretarial salary just would not
	stretch to cover the skyrocketing bills resulting from her mother's
	illness.  When she had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and
	curvaceous Sarah was told that she was not at all suitable for
	modeling clothes, for her eye-catching figure was far too
	voluptuous.

	Not long afterward, Sarah saw the newspaper advertisement for a
	photographer's model.  MUST BE ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE GOOD FIGURE, the
	ad stated.  Sarah answered the ad eagerfy.  When she heard how well
	the job paid, her spirits soared.  Especially when the photographer
	assured her that she was perfect for the type of modeling he needed.
	The new medicine that the doctor had prescribed for her mother's
	pain was so expensive that Sarah worried about how she was going to
	manage to have it refilled.  There were no other relatives to turn
	to for financial assistance, and her mother was solely dependent on
	Sarah.  Landing this lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer
	to her financial problems.

	It was not until she actually showed up for her first session before
	the camera, that Sarah discovered just what type of modeling the job
	entailed.  At first, she was tempted to walk out and never return.
	The things she was expected to do made her cheeks flush crimson.
	Then she remembered, with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach,
	that she had just received another lofty medical bill the day before
	for laboratory tests her mother had required.  To add to her
	problems, she was almost out of the expensive pain-killing drug that
	her mother needed to lessen the agony of the dreaded killer disease
	ravishing her wasted body.  And Sarah knew, with a heavy feeling of
	resignation, that she had no choice in the matter.  She needed money
	desperately and this was the only way she could get it.  I'll do it
	for mother, she told herself as she started to remove her clothing.
	And no one need ever know!

	That had been five years ago.  Death had claimed her mother just a
	few months after Sarah had begun her secret, part-time modeling.
	When her mother died, Sarah quit her extra job immediately.  With
	her mother's insurance money, she was able to clear up the remainder
	of the staggering medical bills.  Trying to put what she had done
	out of necessity out of her mind, Sarah never stepped in front of
	the camera again.  She was not proud of what she had done, but Sarah
	knew that it had been unavoidable.  She would do it again, if she
	had the opportunity to go backward in time, because she received
	some small comfort from the knowledge that her beloved mother had
	suffered far less because of the money Sarah had earned from her
	secret and sordid job.  It's all in the past now, Sarah tried to
	tell herself, as she concentrated solely on her secretarial
	position.  And no one need ever know!

	Six months later, she had met Mike McBride and he more than
	compensated for the unhappiness she'd known during the trying time
	of her mother's terminal illness.  After a whirlwind courtship, they
	became husband and wife.  Now, after caring for her mother for so
	long, Sarah finally had someone to look after her.  Six years her
	senior, Mike treated her as though she were made of spun glass.  He
	proved to be everything a woman could ask for in a husband.  Well,
	almost everything.

	The only quality really missing from their relationship was sexual
	fulfillment.  Although Sarah found her two-hundred-pound, six-foot
	husband extremely attractive, something was definitely lacking in
	their marriage bed.  Mike was a gentle, considerate lover, but not
	very demanding or adventuresome.  He treated Sarah like some fragile
	china doll, and somehow Sarah longed for more.  Although she hated
	herself for her lustful thoughts, the pretty brunette found herself
	thinking, longingly, about some of the lewd sexual activities she'd
	engaged in during her brief, secret modeling career.  The men who
	were her partners had been strangers to her, but still, Sarah
	recalled with ripples of both excitement and shame, she had
	responded to their touch.  She had been instructed to portray
	pleasure in front of the camera and Sarah did as she was told.  Only
	she knew that the response she displayed was often genuine, that she
	secretly enjoyed the lustful acts she was performing for money.

	I must be oversexed, Sarah often thought, her cheeks burning with
	shame.

	Sarah found herself thinking that often after she and Mike were
	married.  If our sex life is enough for Mike, why can't it be enough
	for me? she often wondered.  Sarah dreamed, in vain, about the day
	that she would know complete and total satisfaction after their
	lovemaking.  Instead, the well-stacked brunette felt a vague
	dissatisfaction.  Just once, she wished that Mike would take her
	roughly and savagely pound his big pole of masculinity into her
	cock-hungry cunt, making her gasp with both pleasure and pain.  She
	secretly fantasized about hearing him use the same coarse language
	that the actors used during the pornographic sessions, of having him
	cry out to her in wild abandon instead of remaining silent while
	they made love.

	Sarah found herself wishing that her husband would demand that she
	suck his cock the way she had sucked the big pricks that had been
	rammed in her throat as the camera clicked.  Even though she cared
	nothing for the male models she had worked with, Sarah had liked the
	feel of their warm meat in her mouth.  During her brief career, she
	had learned to suck cock with admirable expertise, so that her sex
	partners climaxed fast and hard, spilling their hot semen into her
	waiting mouth.  Sarah did not have to pretend when she felt their
	torrid cargo explode in her mouth.  The lustful gleam in her eyes
	was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot juices.  Just as the
	frantic swirl of her pelvis was real when her male partners fucked
	her with gusto, cramming their merciless rods into her heated cunt
	from every imaginable position.  Sarah had learned a great deal
	during her brief but torrid career.  Not only about sex but about
	herself.  And she inwardly feared that she might be oversexed.

	She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Mike McBride would
	put a stop to the secret longings of her ripe body, that her husband
	would be the passionate and demanding lover she ached for.  Instead,
	Mike had proved to be merely adequate in bed.  Even though Sarah
	reached a climax when her husband made love to her, hers was a
	shallow response, a mere mild fluttering within her saturated
	vaginal walls.  And Sarah yearned for so much more!

	The thought of cheating on Mike, however, never entered the shapely
	brunette's mind.  Sarah devoted herself to her husband with the same
	fervor she'd dedicated herself to her mother.  The happiness of
	those she loved always came first with Sarah.  That's why she never
	told Mike of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires.  First
	of all, she did not want to hurt his masculine pride by intimating
	that he was lacking as far as his sexual prowess was concerned.
	Second, Sarah was convinced that Mike preferred her to remain
	passive in bed, that he wanted her to play the role of the sweet,
	innocent wife in every aspect of their marriage, so she remained
	silent.  And she turned to a vibrator to satisfy the secret cravings
	of her frustrated pussy.  She kept the plastic pseudo-prick hidden
	in her dresser drawer.  It was only when she was alone that she used
	the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of her heated
	cunt.  Then, Sarah would spread her legs and send the penis-shaped
	piece of plastic far into her leaking aperture, shoving it in and
	out with the gusto she wished Mike would show during their
	lovemaking. It was then, and only then, that the voluptuous brunette
	would cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare cry out with
	her husband.

	"Fuck me, fuck me!" she would gasp, her legs trembling as she
	masturbated with vigor.  "Harder, deeper!" she'd beg, thrilling to
	the forceful penetrations of the whirling vibrator.  "Fuck my cunt!"
	she'd cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her the way she
	secretly wished that he would.  Although the vibrating sex-gadget
	did not take the place of a real, live prick, it helped to relieve
	some of Sarah's frustrations.  And it kept her from turning to other
	men for fulfillment of her lusty sexual appetite.

	Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid photos of
	herself which had come in the morning mail, she felt a tension
	building in her luscious body.  Her temples throbbing as she
	wondered about the anonymous sender.  Who had unearthed her dark
	past?  And now that this blackmailer was on to her, what did he or
	she want?

	Sarah grew tense, for she had no way of paying off a blackmailer.
	She had no money of her own at all.  Even though she had been the
	sole beneficiary of her mother's insurance policy, the woman's
	monumental medical bills had consumed every penny.  And Mike gave
	just a small personal allowance in addition to her household money.
	Scarcely enough to grease a greedy palm.  Mike just didn't make that
	kind of money.  Although they lived comfortably on the profits of
	his small television repair shop, it required careful budgeting.

	How can I silence him?  Sarah wondered, her teeth sinking into her
	bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood.  Sarah did not know
	the answer to her dilemma.  But as her eyes passed over the
	painfully familiar photographs she'd received in the morning mail,
	the lovely brunette knew that she would do anything she possibly
	could to keep her beloved husband from seeing those pictures.  And
	she also knew that she had been living on borrowed time.  The four
	years of happiness she had known with Mike had come to an abrupt
	end, while a private hell had just begun.  She was now at the mercy
	of some unknown and unscrupulous individual, one who possessed the
	frightening power to destroy her marriage!

	As Sarah viewed each pornographic pose from her past, she became
	aware of another kind of tension mounting within.  Along with her
	trepidation, she felt an undeniable sexual excitement course through
	her.  Although she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop
	the ripples of desire from washing over her body.  One photograph
	showed Sarah naked and bent, sprawled before a male who was denuded
	of all but a lascivious expression as he shoved his big swollen
	prick into her widely stretched mouth.  The voluptuous brunette
	licked her full lips as she gazed at the photo, remembering how good
	that warm joint had felt inside her receptive oral cavity. The
	rapturous expression on her face was genuine as she sucked
	obediently for the cameraman.  Sarah recalled the unmatched
	bittersweet flavor of masculine juices against her tongue ... and
	her mouth watered.  How thrilled she would be if one day her good-
	looking, well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way the
	model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her to go down on him
	and take his rampaging cock fully in her prick-hungry mouth.

	Sarah's voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as she breathed
	harder.  Her heartbeat quickening, she turned to another photo, her
	pussy fluttering wildly at the shockingly prurient pose.  Her jade
	eyes grew dreamy as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw
	herself lying on a kitchen table.  Her gaping cuntal petals flowered
	boldly before the camera, their pink folds swollen and glistening
	with the nectar of her arousal as the handsome face of a male model
	nestled between her obscenely outspread legs.  His pointed tongue
	stretched forward, its wet tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.

	Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sarah recalled as she looked at
	the familiar photo.  She remembered how she had begged him to keep
	on licking her cunt even when the camera had stopped clicking.
	Before they had moved on to another lurid pose, Sarah had grabbed
	her partner's head and held it between her outstretched, trembling
	legs, pleading with him to make her cum!  She felt a slow warmth
	steal across her pelvis as she remembered how the man had
	accommodated her, flicking his raspy tongue back and forth and up
	and down until she cried out in sweet release, her hips bucking as
	she slammed up and down upon the table.

	Sighing, Sarah recalled how that had been the very first time she
	had ever had her pussy eaten.  At first, she had been shocked when
	the cameraman unleashed his instructions, ordering her up on the
	table.  The thought of having the naked male model tongue the dark
	triangle between her widely splayed legs had filled the big-busted
	brunette with revulsion.  That is, until she felt the first touch of
	his warmly wet tongue against her lewdly parted pussy.  Sarah
	remembered too how she had gasped, how her bare tits had tightened
	into rosy peaks of excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she
	had split her legs as far as possible and moaned with pleasure at
	this new and marvelous physical sensation.  Even the cameraman had
	teased her afterward, saying that she was either a tremendous
	actress or she had had the time of her life.  After that, Sarah
	secretly yearned for that type of pose, and she surrendered herself
	completely to the ensuing lewd acts.

	How many times had Sarah longed for the feel of Mike's tongue
	between her open legs.  So many times when Sarah had had to bite her
	lip to keep from crying out, from begging her husband to eat her
	throbbing, tongue-hungry pussy.  For she felt certain that such a
	plea would shock and disgust Mike, would shatter the false image he
	had created, the one of the sweet and innocent young wife.

	The next morning, Sarah would wait until Jill was either at nursery
	school or sleeping.  Then she would close and lock her bedroom door
	so that she could lie naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy
	lewdly parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated cunt.
	As she would work her fingers back and forth, the wet sounds of her
	saturated membranes filling the empty room, the lovely brunette
	pretended that it was her husband's tongue making those delicious
	slurping sounds.  She would let her masturbating fingers bring her
	naked body to a feverish pitch just short of actual orgasm.  Then
	she would remove her hand from between her parted legs to let the
	peak of mounting excitement fade.  Again and again, she would bring
	herself to a point close to orgasm before pulling her hand away.
	After teasing herself over and over, she finally would let her
	fingers punish her wet pussy until she reached fulfillment. "Eat me,
	eat my cunt!" she'd scream as she climaxed, her hips jerking wildly
	as she bucked up and down in wild abandon.

	Sarah's hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she felt a warm trickle
	dampen the crotch of her panties as she turned to another photo.  A
	soft moan escaped her lips as she saw herself sitting naked on top
	of a good-looking man.  Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth hung
	open, as he sent his huge prick far into the creamy recesses of her
	tunnel of love.  Her naked partner had his hands on Sarah's pale
	moons, and the sexually aroused brunette recalled how the man had
	used her bare asscheeks to lift her high into the air before he
	pulled her down on his towering shaft, ramming his crimson prick
	into her sensitive cervix.  Sarah could tell by the lustful
	expression on her face that the photo had been taken just as her
	skillful partner had slammed her body down on him.  Her nipples now
	rose into twin points beneath her sweater as she relived the
	glorious carnal sensations his pistoning cudgel had created.  Being
	fucked in the woman-astride position was one of Sarah's favorite
	poses, for her partner's prick always seemed so much bigger as it
	penetrated her slick canal.

	She wished fervently that Mike would fuck her this way.  Her
	husband's enviable cock was the biggest she'd ever seen and Sarah
	often fantasized about having him enter her while she sat on top of
	him, her legs spread and her wet pussy parted.  I'll bet Mike's
	prick would drive me clean out of my mind if we did it this way, she
	speculated as she stared at the photograph she'd posed for years
	before.  Instead, however, Sarah had learned to be content with the
	usual woman-on-bottom, man-on-top position in her marriage bed.
	When her secret needs grew overpowering, she would squat naked and
	panting on top of her whirring vibrator, while in the privacy of her
	empty bedroom she shoved the make-believe cock high into nether
	depths of her cuntal tunnel.

	"Oh fuck, fuck!" she'd pant, as she rose up and down on the plastic
	sex-gadget, pretending that it was her husband's hot poker invading
	her milky channel of love.

	Sarah felt still another warm trickle in her panties as she looked
	at the final photograph.  Her pussy was pounding furiously now, and
	her breathing was hot and ragged.  She felt a deep warmth creep up
	her thighs as she saw the picture of herself bent over a footstool.
	The naked man behind her was pinching and twisting the fiery nipples
	of her dangling tits while he rammed his distended pole of manhood
	deep into her uplifted vaginal slit.  Letting her tongue slide
	across her sensual lips, Sarah remembered, with a hot wave of
	desire, how good it had felt to be fucked from the rear.  She
	recalled how her partner's big testicles had slapped her asscheeks
	as he pounded into her, how his punishing fingers had twisted and
	squeezed her sensitive nipples as he bore into her with strength and
	determination.  She saw the ecstatic look on her face and knew that
	the expression she wore was a mere reflection of her carnal
	pleasure.

	There were countless times, during their four years of marriage,
	that Sarah secretly yearned for Mike to make her bend over the side
	of their bed so that he could fuck her from behind.  It was a wildly
	thrilling sensation, one that made her feel womanly and subservient.
	She loved being used that way, of having her huge breasts tortured
	deliciously, while she was soundly and thoroughly fucked at the same
	time.  But Mike never forced himself upon her in that manner.
	Instead, Sarah waited until she was alone.  Then she would bend over
	the bed and shove the plastic vibrator deep into her hungry pussy,
	trying to make believe that it was the cock of the man she loved
	sliding in and out of her oily slot.

	Now, as she looked at the scandalous photographs of herself, her
	lovely body pounded with need.  Tense from both apprehension and
	desire, the voluptuous brunette wished fervently that things were
	different between herself and her husband, that their physical
	relationship was more earthy and candid.  Then she would feel free
	to phone Mike at the television repair shop and ask him to come home
	for an unscheduled sex break. How comforting it would be to find
	release in her husband's arms at a moment like this.  But Sarah felt
	certain that Mike would be appalled at such a bold suggestion from
	his wife ... especially when it came in the middle of the morning!

	No, better she turn to the plastic pacifier she kept hidden in her
	dresser drawer for just such occasions.  Her luscious body burning
	with need, the shapely dark-haired young wife carried the photos of
	herself into the bedroom and placed them on the bed.  She walked
	over to the dresser, her hand trembling as she reached into her
	lingerie drawer to remove the vibrator.  Sighing tremulously, she
	lifted her skirt and tugged at her panties, quickly stepping out of
	them.  Breathing hard, she lay down on the bed with her skirt shoved
	up around her slender waist while she spread her stockinged legs far
	apart.  The black of her garters stood out in stark contrast against
	the exposed portions of the pale, smooth thighs above her nylon
	stockings.

	She aimed the fake cock at the creamy slit nestled among the wet
	folds of her parted coralline crevice, then reached for the lurid
	photos.  She held them in her hand in fanlike fashion, so that she
	could view all the obscene poses at once while she masturbated.  She
	felt the warmth of her heavily flowing love syrup trickle from her
	creamy aperture to trickle down the softness of her inner thigh as
	she held the sex-toy close to her steaming cunt.  Viewing the
	pornographic photos increased her excitement and her split thighs
	trembled in hot anticipation as she brought the vibrator forward.
	She sighed as the softly rounded tip touched her sensitive inner
	pussy tissues, then gasped with pleasure as the end of the vibrator
	slickly found its way into her throbbing vagina.

	"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, turning the button on so that the
	penislike apparatus vibrated thrillingly as she plunged it deep into
	her spongy canal.  Gluing her eyes to the lewd photos she'd posed
	for, she gently shoved the whirring vibrator in and out, then
	increasing the strength and tempo of her movements.  "Oh fuck me,
	fuck me!" she moaned, her hips rising in heated response as she
	pretended it was a real live prick sliding in and out of her with
	such marvelous force.  Her lust fanned by the obscene poses before
	her half-closed eyes, she pushed the pseudo-prick in with gusto,
	feeling it bump against the mouth of her womb.  A hot burst of pain
	shot through her, quickly followed by waves of searing pleasure.
	"Deeper, harder!" she cried, her hips whirling in excited little
	circles as the plastic vibrator flew in and out of her creamy
	aperture.  The fake cock was heavily coated with the oils of her
	arousal now, and her wet pussy clung longingly to the gadget each
	time she withdrew its length only to shove it back in again. Oh, it
	felt so wonderful to have her cunt fucked the way she longed for
	Mike to screw her.  Hard and deep and demanding.  Her wildly
	throbbing pussy secreted even more of its thick sap, so that the
	vibrator was thickly coated with her feminine juices.  Sarah felt
	her sexual excitement rise to a feverish pitch and she knew that an
	orgasm was imminent.

	With well-practiced expertise, she quickly withdrew the false prick
	from her saturated cavern to allow the waves of carnal pleasure to
	diminish within her heated cunt.  She did not want to climax just
	yet.  The penislike structure she held in her hand felt far too good
	to have this session in self-stimulation end prematurely.  She
	turned the vibrator off and lay the cream-coated sex-toy on the bed
	to struggle with her sweater.  She pushed it up above her voluminous
	breasts, then turned sideways so that she could unhook her lacy bra.
	She lifted the frilly undergarment from her enormous tits and shoved
	it upward, freeing her twin spheres of femininity.  Her rosy nipples
	tightened into bright rosettes at the sudden contact with air.

	Gazing at the photos she held in her left hand, Sarah's right hand
	found its way to her boobs. "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as she let her
	fingers trail across her firm creamy flesh.  She recalled, with a
	tremor of excitement, how thoroughly her huge tits had been sucked
	and fondled during her brief and secret modeling career.  As she
	looked at the photos of herself now, she remembered how the
	photographer would instruct her male partners to suck on Sarah's
	nipples good and hard, treating each one to the pleasures of a warm
	mouth and drawing tongue. After a good workover, Sarah's mammoth
	breasts would look even more tempting for the camera, for their
	bright nipples would be fiery red, distended, and glistening with
	saliva, while the firm mounds of pale flesh encircling them rose
	into twin hills of luscious womanhood.

	How Sarah secretly wished that Mike would go at her big boobs with
	greater gusto.  Although he fondled and caressed them, occasionally
	nipping lightly at their uplifted tips, he treated the pale globes
	much too fragilely for Sarah's liking.  Many was the time when she
	was tempted to cry out to her husband, to plead with him to grab her
	breasts forcefully, to suck at them until she cried out for mercy.
	She'd learned how marvelous it feels to have a warm, demanding mouth
	tug at the bright rosettes topping her firm mounds, and she longed
	for a repeat performance from her husband.  Just as she inwardly
	yearned to have him squeeze her ivory hills of flesh with urgent
	hands rather than caress them lightly as he always did when they
	made love.  Sarah was tired of being treated as if she was made of
	spun glass instead of warm flesh and blood.  But she loved Mike far
	too much to risk hurting him by criticizing his techniques in the
	bedroom.  Instead, she remained silent, trying to content herself
	with his timid caresses.  When her need became too great, as it was
	right now, Sarah tried to vent her frustration by fondling her
	breasts herself in the privacy of her bedroom.

	Her full mouth open and breathing hard, she attacked her bright
	nipples.  Her hand moved quickly from one tit to the other,
	squeezing and pinching the rosy tips.  The tender flesh grew rigid
	under her touch, rising into the air like two hot needles.  She
	arched her back so that her twin hills of femininity rose even more
	invitingly, their crimson tips rising hotly,  responding
	enthusiastically to her self-manipulation.  "Suck my tits!" she
	said, panting as her fingers pinched and pulled on each uplifted
	rosette, her hand flying back and forth to give each firm mound
	equal time.  When her ample tits were well-stimulated, she abandoned
	them to clutch the vibrator once again.

	"Fuck, damn you, fuck!" she cried, sending the plastic mechanism
	into her palpitating canal with fervor.  Her hips rose in quick
	response when she felt the object ram her tender cervix, sending hot
	bursts of glorious sensation coursing through her. Panting, she
	flicked on the button so that she would be further treated by steady
	vibrations of the cock-like structure sailing in and out of her
	saturated slot.  "Don't stop!" she begged, fantasizing while she
	fucked herself.  "Keep fucking!  Harder, faster!"  In and out the
	whirring vibrator moved.  Wet sucking sounds accompanied her heavy
	breathing and her soaked pussy tissues clung wetly to the sex-toy
	upon each withdrawal. Her eyes thick-lidded and glazed, she kept
	staring at the lurid photos, her passion mounting.  When she felt
	herself rising, heading for that marvelous peak of carnal pleasure,
	Sarah wanted to withdraw the vibrator, to forestall the ultimate
	moment of pleasure.  But the whirling mechanism felt so marvelous
	sliding in and out of her steaming cunt that she could not stop.
	"Fuck, fuck!" she shrieked, shoving it in with frenzy while her hips
	whirled crazily.  Suddenly bright bursts of color exploded within
	her as she reached the apex of carnal joy.  "Aghhhhhhh," she cried.
	Her pelvis bucking, she pushed the whirring object in as hard and as
	deep as she could, ramming it into the mouth of her womb while she
	climaxed.

	At last, the sweating brunette let her hips fall onto the mattress
	while she lay panting.  Her lust temporarily sated, she turned off
	the vibrator and closed her eyes, sighing dreamily, her big breasts
	spread out into soft hills of satisfaction, and their bright nipples
	flattened into contented circles.  If a mere vibrator felt this
	marvelous, how much better it would feel to have the man she adored
	fuck her like that!  Sarah felt certain, however, that Mike's libido
	was simply smaller than hers, that he found sexual satisfaction much
	more easily than she.  He seemed perfectly content with their
	lovemaking, while she had to resort to self-stimulation when her
	secret frustration became too great.

	Still, Mike's a good man, she quickly reminded herself, ashamed of
	the fact that she found fault with the man she loved.  And a perfect
	husband. Even if Sarah did have to masturbate now and then, she was
	still a very lucky woman to have a wonderful man like Mike McBride.
	Especially with her lurid past!  Now that her passion was spent,
	Sarah regained her senses and she looked at the obscene photos of
	herself with fear and revulsion. She sat up and straightened the
	bed, then hooked her bra and reached down for her strewn panties.
	She carried the heavily coated vibrator and the four photographs
	into the bathroom.  First the curvaceous young woman cleansed the
	sex-gadget of her milky feminine secretions and set it on the sink.
	Then she lifted the photos and ripped them into a myriad of tiny
	pieces, her fingers moving with quick angry motions.  A look of
	satisfaction crossed her pretty face as she saw the fragments
	flutter into the toilet.  With a determined jerk of her hand, she
	flushed the toilet, sending the torn pictures into the sewer where
	they belonged.  Even though she was certain that the person who had
	sent them to her could easily obtain more, at least this particular
	set was destroyed and could not accidentally be discovered by the
	man she loved. For Sarah felt certain that her beloved Mike would
	have nothing more to do with her if he ever learned of her sordid
	past.

	How will I ever manage to silence the person who sent these to me?
	she agonized, biting her lip as she watched the water churn in the
	toilet bowl. The most I can manage is a few dollars a week!

	While Sarah returned to her bedroom to conceal the vibrator in the
	bottom of her dresser drawer, it had never occurred to her
	distressed mind that the anonymous blackmailer wanted something she
	never suspected.  The man was greedy, all right ... and unscrupulous
	as well.  But the lovely brunette would soon learn that he lusted
	for something that would humiliate and degrade her far more than it
	would if he were merely hungry for money!

Chapter 2

	Sarah hoped that her secret fears and guilt would not show at the
	dinner table that evening. She was grateful to little Jill for
	maintaining a lively three-year-old flow of chatter throughout the
	meal, diverting her husband's attention.  After they had eaten and
	Sarah was clearing off the table, Mike suddenly announced that he
	was going out.

	"You don't mind if I go to the Brewery for a couple of hours, do
	you, hon?" he asked, smiling at his wife.

	Sarah felt a stab of disappointment.  She did mind when Mike went to
	the small tavern on the edge of town.  Even though she knew it was
	just his way of unwinding now and then, she knew from experience
	that he would stay away much longer than a couple of hours.  He
	would come home late with the smell of beer on his breath when he
	fell into bed.  Although he never actually got drunk, he always came
	home exhausted.  Too exhausted to make love to her even when she
	waited up for him. Sarah secretly wished that the man she married
	would turn to her for release from his tensions instead of to a
	local tavern.  Then maybe she would not need a vibrator either.

	But Sarah did not voice any of her thoughts. Playing the role of the
	sweet and agreeable wife, she smiled sweetly.  "Of course not,
	Mike," she told him, carrying a stack of dishes to the sink.  "You
	work hard all day and it would do you good to get out for a while
	and relax."

	Looking pleased, the burly man with the blond wavy hair gave her a
	quick hug.  "You're wonderful, Sarah," he said, kissing her cheek.
	"How many men are lucky enough to have a wife like you!  Most of
	them have to beg for a night out. And even then, their wives resent
	it."

	I resent it, too!  Sarah thought to herself, running water into the
	sink.  I'd much rather you stay home and unwind in bed!  But she
	kept a pleasant expression on her face while pouring dishwashing
	liquid into the sink.

	"I'll get Jill ready for bed before I leave," Mike offered, leading
	their raven-haired daughter by the hand.  "Then you can just relax
	and watch TV."  He started out of the room, then turned, remembering
	something.  "Oh yeah.  I've got Gene's TV set out in the truck.
	I'll bring it in before I go.  Gene said he'll stop by and pick it
	up tomorrow morning."

	Sarah heard the delighted innocent laughter of their daughter as
	Mike made a game of getting the child into her night clothes.  But
	she did not smile at the lighthearted sounds of their playfulness.
	Instead, she felt a flicker of annoyance the way she always did
	whenever her brother-in-law's name was mentioned.  She disliked
	Mike's younger brother intensely.  Although she managed to conceal
	the intensity of her emotion from her husband, Sarah felt certain
	that his nineteen-year-old brother Gene sensed the animosity that
	Sarah harbored toward him.  She did her best to be polite to her
	husband's tall, lanky brother but she had to force herself to do so.
	Everything about Gene disgusted her.  The way he leered at her when
	Mike wasn't looking, the way he took advantage of his older
	brother's good-natured generosity and affection.  Sarah had lost
	track of the amount of money the boy now owed them.  Whenever she
	mentioned the unpaid loans to Mike, however, he merely laughed and
	shrugged his shoulders.

	"Gene's still a kid," he always apologized.  "So he forgets to pay
	me back now and then.  It's no big deal."

	Maybe it didn't mean much to Mike but it mattered to Sarah.  She
	just didn't like the way Gene used his older brother, ignoring him
	for weeks when he was caught up in his own activities, then showing
	up again with a phony grin whenver he needed something.  Whether it
	was a time-consuming favor or a quick loan, Mike always indulged his
	younger brother.

	"Maybe I do spoil Gene a little," Mike once admitted after shelling
	out the fine for his brother's latest traffic violation.  "But I
	practically raised him singlehandedly after our folks died, Sarah.
	Somehow I guess I still feel responsible for him."

	But Sarah felt that young Gene would stand on his own two feet more
	if Mike didn't keep making things so easy for him.  Like fixing his
	television set.  Sarah was certain that Gene would forget to pay his
	brother for services rendered.  Just as he always forgot to repay
	loans.  It wasn't as if Gene didn't earn good money on his graveyard
	shift at the factory.  Gene shared a small studio apartment with a
	friend named Lenny and still had plenty of money to spare after
	expenses were met.  But Gene squandered his paycheck on good times,
	always running to his older brother when things got tight and his
	wallet was not quite so well padded.

	And now he was coming over tomorrow morning.  Sighing heavily, Sarah
	hoped that he would not sit around and gab, keeping her from her
	work.  She liked to make the best possible use of the hours that
	Jill spent at the nursery school so that she could play with her
	daughter in the afternoon.  Well, if Gene looked like he was going
	to park himself all morning, Sarah would just have to invent some
	excuse to get rid of him.

	Sarah had the dishes done by the time Mike returned from their
	daughter's bedroom.  "She's all set to watch television with her
	mommy," Mike said with a smile when he joined Sarah in the kitchen.
	"I'll go get Gene's television set, then head for the Brewery."

	After her husband had left, Sarah sat beside her small daughter on
	the livingroom couch, trying to concentrate on the musical variety
	show she had turned on.  But her troubled thoughts kept turning to
	the disturbing letter she'd received that morning, along with the
	revealing photographs of herself.  She wished, with a heaviness of
	heart, that Mike had not chosen this particular evening to go out
	for a few beers.  She knew that without his companionship, she would
	spend the entire evening brooding about her secret dilemma once Jill
	was tucked in for the night.  Then she felt a ripple of guilt for
	her selfishness.  Mike really did deserve a night out with the boys
	occasionally, she reminded herself sternly.  After all, he was only
	engaging in a little harmless recreation to help him relax after a
	hard day's work.

	As Sarah sat beside her young daughter, holding the child's small
	hand in hers, the lovely brunette was secure in the belief that Mike
	was doing nothing more than going out to spend a few hours shooting
	the breeze with the fellow patrons of the Brewery.

	Because she trusted her beloved husband implicitly, Sarah never once
	suspected that in a few short minutes, the man she adored would be
	pounding his fiery prick into the well-trodden cunt of a hard-faced
	platinum blonde named Lil.  A woman who knew Sarah's husband in all
	the intimate and carnal ways that Sarah herself secretly yearned
	for!

*     *     *

	Mike McBride had told his wife only half the truth when he said that
	he was going to the Brewery for a few beers.  What he failed to add
	was the fact that he often shared the foamy brew with a bleached
	blonde divorcee who was usually occupying a stool at the bar.  On
	the nights that Mike showed up, however, Lil downed her drinks
	faster than usual for she was in just as big a hurry as Mike was to
	get to her apartment.

	After consuming their usual quota of alcohol, Mike and Lil left the
	bar arm in arm.  Minutes later, they were sprawled in the middle of
	the divorcee's bed, their naked bodies intertwined.  The sounds of
	their heavy breathing filled the air as Mike lay on top of her, his
	distended prick poking the barfly's heavy thigh.  He bent over her
	bosom, kneading her ample tits while he sucked greedily at one of
	her ruby nipples.  His swollen testicles churning under the weight
	of their heavy load, he went at her big boobs with the fervor he
	dared not display at home.  Mike had hungered for the taste of a
	savory mound of flesh for days now.  If he had waited uch longer to
	satisfy his lustful urges, he was afraid that he might have lost
	control of himself with Sarah and gone after his wife's luscious
	breasts the way he was now devouring Lil's.  And Mike did not want
	that to happen.  His wife was far different from Lil.  Sarah was not
	the kind of woman that a man handled roughly.  His Sarah was sweet
	and good and decent, the kind of woman a man cherished and
	respected.

	Mike always held himself in check whenever he and Sarah made love,
	being careful not to let his animal lust get the best of him.  By
	exercising the utmost self-control, Mike managed to make love to his
	wife gently, tenderly, the way Mike felt that she both deserved and
	expected to be treated.  It was when his frustration became
	overpowering, that he turned to earthy women like Lil.  The hard-
	faced blonde under him liked being handled roughly, for her sexual
	appetite was as voracious as any man's.  With someone like Lil, Mike
	could relax and let himself go sexually.  Although he hated himself
	for cheating on his beloved Sarah, he had little choice in the
	matter.  He loved his wife with all his heart but she did not
	satisfy all his sexual needs.  Every so often, the young husband
	felt as if he would explode if he did not go out and find the kind
	of woman who would welcome the kind of sex he secretly hungered for.
	A lusty man-hungry gal like Lil.

	"Mmmmmmmmm, that feels gooood," Lil moaned, arching her back in an
	effort to offer Mike even more of her vast hills of femininity.  Her
	heavily mascaraed eyes glazed with lust, the overweight divorcee let
	her hands slide down Mike's smooth muscular back and over the curve
	of his bare buttocks.  Sighing, she squeezed his pale asscheeks with
	enthusiasm, loving the feel of his firm flesh under her fingers.
	She ran her finger up the hairy crack of his ass, noting with
	satisfaction that her quick unexpected caress made gooseflesh appear
	on his nude body.

	Although she was glad to be rid of her abusive ex-husband, Lil
	missed having a built-in sex partner.  That's why she frequented the
	local tavern several nights a week.  If she sat at the bar long
	enough, she could usually count on finding some eager cock willing
	to ram her hungry pussy.  And Mike McBride was not only one of her
	regular cocksmen but he was also one of her favorites.  The big
	burly Irishman really knew how to take care of a woman in the sack.
	He always gave her oversize boobs a great going over, using his
	hands and his mouth in ways that kept her happy for days. Although
	she was sometimes bruised and sore after one of their heated
	sessions, it was well worth the small price.

	Now, as he squeezed and sucked at her mammoth tits, hot bursts of
	sensation coursed through her, making the blonde writhe with
	pleasure.  Her pussy leaking profusely, it pounded out its hunger
	with a persistent beat.  Her free-flowing cuntal juices oozed from
	her throbbing aperture to stain the bedsheet.  She knew from
	experience how deliciously big Mike's luscious prick was and the
	knowledge that tonight she was in for an extra special treat added
	to her excitement.

	At last Mike lifted his fair head from her bosom. Breathing hard, he
	rolled over on his back, his towering shaft reaching for the
	ceiling.  "Get on top of me, baby," he panted, "and have yourself a
	go at my prick!"

	Lil gazed at his towering shaft with adoring eyes. "You bet I will,
	sweetie!" she quickly agreed, licking her lips.  Rising eagerly, she
	lifted a heavy leg to straddle his naked body, her well-padded
	asscheeks looming in front of Mike's handsome face.  Grabbing the
	thick base of his swollen spear, the bleached blonde lowered her
	head, her mouth watering.  She loved to suck on a cock almost as
	much as she loved to feel one crowd her pussy.  The taste of a warm
	hunk of meat in her mouth made her entire body tingle.  It wasn't
	often, however, that she got the chance to sample an oversize prick
	like Mike's.  The mere thought of sucking on his tasty manhood made
	her oozing cunt flutter in anticipation.

	"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, opening her mouth greedily while she
	brought her head all the way down to meet his bubbling joint.

	"Ahhhhhhhh," Mike sighed, thrilling to the feel of her wet mouth
	encircling his hot poker.  In seconds, the pudgy blonde had consumed
	the full length of his masculinity so that the oozing knoblike tip
	rammed the back of her throat.  Once her widely stretched mouth had
	devoured every possible inch, the blonde began to suck vigorously.
	Fiery bursts of carnal pleasure tore through Mike's throbbing penis
	at the feel of her drawing tongue. "Oh, baby!" he gasped, lifting
	his hips in quick response.  "That's gooood!  Keep suckin'!"

	Encouraged by his praise, the plump divorcee sucked with even
	greater vigor, her head moving up and down enthusiastically.  While
	she clutched the stump of his cock with one hand, she reached down
	to fondle his prickly sacs with the other. Mike felt his swollen
	balls churn under her firm touch.  Christ, Lil sure can suck cock!
	he thought, breathing heavily.  Her dangling tits dancing merrily as
	she bobbed up and down, Lil's cheeks billowed in and out.

	Good ol' Lil!  Mike thought, surrendering himself completely to her
	vigorous suckings.  With a gal like her, a man can really let go!

	"Suck, suck!" he cried, letting his inhibitions run wild.  After
	holding back with his wife all the time, it felt great to let loose
	like this.  His hot prick pounding and his balls churning while she
	went at him with gusto, Mike gazed up at the divorcee's widespread
	cunt.  He saw the creaminess of her gaping pussy, the way her bright
	clitoris rose in excited splendor, beckoning invitingly.  He reached
	up to stroke her soft thighs while his long tongue darted out to
	titillate the inflamed bud of femininity.  The small penislike
	structure grew even more rigid under his manipulations and the
	blonde's wide ass bucked in heated response.

	Lil suddenly released her masculine treasure to gasp for air.  "Oh,
	Mike honey!" she cried, wiggling her hips.  "Eat my pussy, sweetie!
	Oh, I need your mouth on my cunt!"  When she felt Mike's wet tongue
	respond to her wanton plea, she shuddered, her lewdly parted pussy
	secreting even more profusely.  Oh, his wet mouth felt so good
	against her steaming cunt!  Moaning happily, she lowered her head
	once again to resume her vigorous sucking, her mouth working
	feverishly in an effort to reward him for the way his oral member
	was swirling so magnificently between her outspread legs.  The
	pungent taste of Mike's precoital juices on her tongue stimulated
	her all the more.  Nearly out of her mind with passion, the plump
	divorcee rose up and down on his fiery shaft with unsurpassed
	dedication.  "Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted.  The dual pleasure
	of feeling Mike's mammoth rod crowd her mouth while his merciless
	tongue ravished her pounding cunt proved overpowering.  Suddenly the
	naked blonde moaned as if in delirium, her big ass bucking wildly,
	making Mike's head flip like that of a puppet on a string as his
	relentless tongue swirled high in her slick vagina.  As she bucked
	in heated orgasm, mewling and grunting, her mouth and tongue tugged
	at her partner's hot pole of masculinity with the fervor of a mad
	woman.

	The taste of her oozing feminine juices on his tongue as well as the
	merciless way she was devouring his wildly throbbing prick made
	Mike's heated pelvis whirl frantically.  Lowering his head from her
	pulsating, climaxing cunt, he panted, his breath coming hot and
	heavy.  His balls were churning and his fiery shaft was about to
	explode.

	"Oh Christ!" he gasped, his fingers digging cruelly into the
	divorcee's widely split thighs.  "I'm cummmming!  Aghhhhhhh!"  His
	hips jerking, he felt his steaming juices erupt in Lil's mouth while
	wave after wave of carnal sensation tore through his sweating body.
	He felt her hand squeeze tightly around the base of his ejaculating
	organ as she eagerly devoured his hot semen, her throat working
	rapidly as she swallowed again and again.  When at last his jerking
	penis had shot its entire wad, the platinum blonde lifted her head
	from his spent organ and collapsed on top of him.

	As the panting couple struggled to catch their breath, Mike's
	thoughts suddenly turned to his lovely wife Sarah.  If being sucked
	off by a slut like Lil could bring him such pleasure, how much more
	thrilling it would be if his young wife would give him a good blow
	job.  Instantly ashamed of his lewd thoughts, Mike silently berated
	himself.  His sweet Sarah would be shocked and disgusted if he ever
	suggested such an act to her!  To even think of the woman he loved
	while a tramp like Lil was lying naked and sprawled on top of him
	was contemptible!  Alarmed by his salacious thoughts, Mike decided
	that he better make sure that he fucked away to his heart's content
	tonight so that he did not dare approach his sweet homemaker in any
	way that might frighten or disgust her.  Better he satisfy himself
	with a woman who welcomed rough and vigorous sex ... like good ol'
	Lil!

	"What d'ya say, Lil baby?" Mike asked in a husky voice, running his
	finger down the length of her saturated slit.  "Do you think you can
	suck some life back into me so we can go another round or two?"

	Lil's puffy, sperm-coated mouth stretched into a lascivious grin as
	she lifted her leg and rolled over. "You bet, sweetie," she
	murmured, reaching for his limp organ.  "You can always count on
	Lil, honey.  Just gimme a few minutes and I'll have this baby nice
	and stiff again!"  With that, she lowered her head and drew his
	spent penis into her receptive mouth.  Her cheeks working in and
	out, she sucked vigorously, pausing at intervals to trace maddening
	circles around the tip of his cock, dipping down inside to lap up
	every last drop of sperm.  It wasn't long before the pudgy divorcee
	felt the masculine treasure grow within her mouth, becoming smooth
	and stiff under her artful ministrations.  Her insatiable pussy
	began to throb again, eager for more than the feel of a tongue
	within its spongy depths.  This time, Lil hungered for the vastness
	of Mike McBride's enviable prick inside her cock-hungry vagina.  No
	man she knew could fuck her with such strength and determination as
	the man whose rapidly expanding joint filled her warm mouth.

	Mike grinned, feeling his hot shaft reach full capacity once again.
	"You sure know how to suck a prick, baby!" he complimented, reaching
	down to give her heavy asscheek a playful slap.  "Now you can spead
	those legs of yours so I can shove my big cock into your hot little
	pussy!"

	More than eager to comply, the naked divorcee rolled over on her
	back and split her legs wide, gazing up at her husky partner with
	thick-lidded eyes.  "Mmmmmmmmm, I can hardly wait to feel your big
	prick inside my cunt," she murmured, her hands sliding down her
	abdomen to grasp her fuzzy triangle.  Whimpering, she spread her
	cuntal lips apart in a lewd offering, her quivering canal glistening
	in readiness.  "Hurry and put it in, honey," she begged, lifting her
	pelvis while her hungry cunt throbbed demandingly.

	Mike quickly straddled the hard-faced blonde, his distended hunk of
	meat scarlet and deeply veined as it loomed forward.  He could feel
	his balls tighten under the weight of another steaming load of semen
	and knew that he was ready to give the uninhibited divorcee the
	brand of fucking she ached for.  But first, he wanted to hear her
	beg a little.

	"Say please, baby," he told her, reaching down to finger her milky
	slit.

	Lil gasped at the feel of his finger.  Splitting her legs so far
	apart that her thigh muscles ached, she looked up at him pleadingly.
	"Please, Mike," she begged, her leaking aperture throbbing
	deliciously. "Please fuck me!"

	"Do you like my prick?" he teased, dragging out her obvious
	discomfort by flicking his thumb across her wet clitoris.

	Moaning, Lil arched her back, the nipples of her enormous tits
	rising hotly while her steaming cunt oozed forth more of its sticky
	nectar.  "Oh yesssssss," she agreed, licking her lips.  "I love your
	prick, honey.  Now please!  Please fuck me!"

	Chuckling triumphantly, Mike withdrew his hand from her dripping
	membranes and grabbed her meaty thighs.  Giving her legs a harsh
	tug, he lifted her hips off the mattress.  The blonde quickly curled
	her thick legs around his waist, her leaking aperture poised in
	readiness.  With a sudden jerk of his hips, Mike sent his crimson
	cock deep into her saturated slot.  In seconds, he had completely
	penetrated her inner depths, the mushroom tip of his stiff rod
	bumping against her cervix.  He felt her soaked vaginal walls grasp
	him eagerly and heard her cry out at his fierce and swift invasion.
	"Feel good, baby?" he asked, breathing hard.

	"Oh yesssssss," she moaned, her legs tightening around his trim
	waist.  "Oh, keep on fuckin'!"

	Mike quickly complied, his hands sliding under her heavy buttocks to
	lift her wide hips as he pounded into her.  Again and again he
	lunged forward, his pistoning shaft crowding her slick vagina with
	speed and determination.  The wet sucking sounds of her greedy canal
	could be heard along with their mutual grunts.  "Like the way I
	fuck?" Mike demanded, shoving his pulsating cock deep into her wetly
	grasping opening as hard as he could.

	"Yesssssss," she replied rapturously, her legs tightening around
	Mike's sweating body with each forward lunge, trying to capture
	every possible inch of his great phallic length.  "Oooooohhh, you're
	so biiiig, honey!" she moaned, swirling her hips in erratic circles.
	"Oh fuck, fuck!"

	Grunting, Mike pounded into the split-legged blonde again and again,
	his mushroomlike tip bumping into her cervix with each swift
	penetration.  His balls were churning and his body was burning with
	lust.  This was the way he liked to fuck!  Hard and fast and deep!
	He gloried to the feel of Lil's legs clinging so tightly to his
	waist, the lustful look on her face as she lifted her pelvis high to
	meet his forceful invasions.  Maybe Lil was cheap and easy but she
	sure knew how to fuck!  Sweat ran down Mike's naked body as he tore
	into her, trickling down to disappear into the hairy recesses of his
	asshole.  His huge testicles slapped against her buttocks with each
	forward lunge.  He withdrew his pounding prick almost completely
	before again slamming into her with abandonment.  His mouth hung
	loosely and his eyes were glassy.  The burly Irishman was fairly mad
	with lust as he ravaged her foaming vagina.  All else but fucking
	was blotted from his passion-crazed mind.  Nothing mattered now but
	physical sensation.  He was consumed by the fierce throbbing of his
	fiery rod, the luscious feel of her grasping wet cunt around his
	pistoning shaft.  At last his sweating body gave one last forward
	jerk before he erupted inside her with volcanic force, sending
	searing hot juices splattering against the walls of her pussy.
	"Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, bucking and jerking like a madman while his
	steaming cum kept spurting.

	Feeling his vast cock explode deep within her secret depths, Lil
	quickly joined her partner in orgasm.  Grunting and moaning, their
	sweating bucking bodies worked together in frenzied unison as
	together they reached the apex of carnal joy until at last their
	convulsing bodies grew still.

*     *     *

	Sarah was sound asleep when Mike tiptoed into their darkened
	bedroom.  Spent and exhausted, he undressed as quietly as possible
	so that he would not awaken the woman he loved.  As he slid into bed
	beside the lovely brunette, Mike felt a wave of guilt course through
	his body.  He was not proud of the fact that he was cheating on
	Sarah like this. And he hoped to God that she would never find out.
	The thought of losing her was almost more than he could bear.
	Still, sleeping around with other women - the kinds who enjoyed his
	lusty sexual desires - was something Mike was convinced he had to
	do.  It was the only way he could satisfy the strong physical
	cravings of his masculinity.  His precious Sarah was so sweet and
	innocent that he could never fuck her the way he had fucked Lil
	tonight.  He could dream about it, of course, fantasize about all
	the wild and forceful ways he would like to make love to his wife,
	but he could never dare to enact them in reality!

	As Mike McBride gazed into the innocent looking face of his beloved
	wife, almost childlike in slumber, never in the man's wildest
	fantasies could he have imagined what his beautiful young wife would
	engage in the very next day!

Chapter 3

	When the doorbell rang the next morning, Sarah glanced out the
	livingroorn window to see her brother-in-law's red sports car parked
	out in front. She felt herself tense while a ripple of distaste
	coursed through her.  She had never met anyone she disliked more
	than her husband's younger brother.  Everything about Gene set her
	teeth on edge.  She answered the door with a grim look on her face,
	hoping that Gene would pick up his television set and leave without
	stopping to pass the time of day with her.  She hated his boastful
	manner and parasitic tendencies.  If I don't think of some way to
	get rid of him, Gene will invite himself to lunch, Sarah thought,
	opening the front door.

	Gene stood with his lanky form draped in the doorway, a cigarette
	drooping from his sullen lips. He appraised Sarah's conservative
	outfit with cold, narrowed eyes.  "Well now," he said in a mocking
	tone.  "Don't you look sweet this morning!"

	Sarah was suddenly self-conscious about her conservative blouse and
	skirt.  Gene undoubtedly preferred seeing the opposite sex clad in
	something sexier, but Sarah dressed to please her husband. And Mike
	liked to see her dressed decently, even around the house.  Gene,
	however, would probably have preferred to find Sarah in a pair of
	tight jeans and a low-cut sweater.  Trying to ignore his thinly
	veiled sarcasm, Sarah pasted a thin smile on her face and stepped
	backward, inviting him in.

	"Guess you've come for your television set," she said, trying to
	keep her voice pleasant.  She gestured toward the portable set on
	the floor.  "It's all ready for you," she went on.  "The picture is
	really great now.  Mike's got it fixed up like new."

	Gene took a drag-on his cigarette, glancing at the set with a bored
	expression.  "Is Jill at nursery school?" he asked, his pale-blue
	eyes darting about.

	Sarah nodded, grateful that Gene had come while her daughter was
	away.  Otherwise, he might stop and play with Jill, staying for
	hours.  The only redeeming quality about her brother-in-law was the
	fact that he did seem genuinely fond of his young niece.  The only
	real generosity he'd ever shown was toward little Jill.  He seldom
	came over without some sort of present for the girl.

	"I don't go pick her up until one o'clock," Sarah explained, hoping
	the information would discourage him from sticking around.  It was
	only a little after ten now.  And Sarah certainly did not welcome
	the though of having Gene park himself for three more hours.

	"It's just as well," he said, crushing his cigarette in a nearby
	ashtray.  "It's you I've come to see, anyhow," he added, looking at
	her with a strange grin.

	Sarah felt a flicker of annoyance.  Why didn't he just pick up his
	television set and leave, she thought with exasperation.  Didn't he
	realize that she had things to do?

	She cleared her throat, quickly searching her mind for some phony
	excuse to get rid of him. "Well, I was just about to go out to do
	some grocery shopping, the supermarket has some good specials I
	can't afford to pass up.  And it's much easier for me to shop
	without Jill."

	Her brother-in-law crossed his arms and gave her a long look.  "Is
	that right?" he asked, a smug look on his thin face.  "Well now,
	sister-in-law," he drawled, his lips twisting into a smirk, "it
	looks like you're just gonna have to postpone that shopping trip for
	a while."

	The false smile left Sarah's face to be replaced with a frown.  Who
	did Gene think he was anyway? "I'm sorry, Gene," she said in a cold
	voice.  "But I've already planned my day."  She walked over to the
	television set, lifted it and handed it to him in a gesture of
	dismissal.  "Maybe you can come back sometime when Mike and Jill are
	here," she told him.  That way, Sarah could leave the entertaining
	of his younger brother up to her husband while she went about her
	business.

	Gene took the TV set from her and set it down. "Oh, I don't think
	that would be such a good idea, Sarah dear," he said, reaching into
	the pocket of his leather jacket.  "Not unless you want your husband
	and daughter to see these!"  His thick lips stretching into a sneer,
	he withdrew an envelope. His pale-blue eyes never leaving Sarah's
	face, the young man removed the contents of the envelope and held
	them up in front of her.

	Sarah breathed a gasp of horror and her green eyes grew round as she
	stared, her mouth open and her jaw slack.  For the brother-in-law
	she so despised was holding up copies of the four photographs she
	had received in the mail the day before!  "Where did you get these?"
	she croaked, her cheeks flushing crimson.

	"Down at my friendly neighborhood porno shop," he replied, his sneer
	intensifying.  "And they've got lots more.  Why, dear?" he taunted,
	his sneer stretching into a mocking grin.  "Did you want a set for
	your family album?" he asked, thrusting the lewd photos at her.

	"You!" Sarah choked, clutching her throat as she held the pictures.
	"You sent the letter!"

	"That's right, sweetie," Gene said, unzipping his jacket.  "My, you
	do catch on fast, don't you, Sarah?"

	"What is it you want?" she asked, her voice a ragged whisper.  "I
	... I can't give you much, Gene. Only about ten dollars a week!"

	Gene tossed his jacket on a nearby chair, an unpleasant smile on his
	thin face.  "Oh, I don't want your money, sweet Sarah," he told her,
	unbuttoning his shirt.  "That would be like stealing from my own
	brother, don't you agree?  I mean, after all, whatever you get comes
	from him, right?"

	Sarah's mouth felt like cotton and her heart pounded with fear.
	"You ... you're going to tell Mike, aren't you?" she asked, her
	voice cracking.

	"Not unless you make me, sweet Sarah," he said, removing his shirt.

	Sarah watched her brother-in-law fumble with his trousers and felt
	her heart skip a beat.  "What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky
	voice.

	"I mean, all you have to do is cooperate, baby," Gene told her,
	unzipping his fly.  "You know what a fun-loving guy I am, don't you,
	honey?"  He let his pants drop to the floor, then stepped out of
	them, standing before her in just a T-shirt and jockey shorts.  "And
	that's all I'm here for, sweetie, So you and me can have ourselves a
	little fun!"

	As Sarah gasped in open-mouthed disbelief, Gene reached out to grab
	the lewd photos from her.  "The same kind of fun you seemed to be
	having when these pictures were taken," he added, returning the
	photos to his jacket pocket.

	All the color drained from the brunette's face as the meaning of his
	words became clear.  Her brother-in-law was blackmailing her, all
	right!  But it wasn't cold cash that he wanted.  Instead, he lusted
	for hot flesh and blood.  It was her body, not her money, that he
	wanted!

	Sarah took a step forward, her face beseeching. "But, Gene, you
	don't understand.  I posed for those photos years ago!  Before I
	even met Mike! Those pictures don't have anything to do with now!"

	Gene lifted his T-shirt, his eyes cold.  "That's where you're wrong,
	baby," he told her pulling the undergarment over his head.  "Those
	pictures have plenty to do with now.  'Cause if you don't play along
	with me now, I'll blow the whistle on you to my brother!"

	The lovely brunette stared at her nearly nude brother-in-law with a
	helpless look on her pretty face.  As she stood in front of him,
	pale and trembling, she felt trapped and frightened.  Having sex
	with the man she loathed made her stomach churn, but Sarah did not
	know what else she could do.  Mike trusted her, held her on a
	pedestal. Learning about the obscene modeling she'd done would
	surely destroy all feelings he had for her.  If Mike should learn of
	her sordid past, he would be so disillusioned that the love he now
	felt for her would cease to exist!  And Sarah loved Mike so
	desperately that she would do anything she could to keep their
	marriage intact.  Including agreeing to Gene's sexual demands.  Even
	though the thought of having sex with her brother-in-law turned her
	stomach, it was better than losing the man she loved.

	Sarah's jade eyes dropped to the slight bulge between Gene's legs.
	"You mean," she began, swallowing hard, "that if I do what you want,
	you'll keep my secret?"

	"Sure, baby," Gene said.  "All you have to do is let me have my fun,
	okay?  After all, you were willing to let those guys in the photos
	have their fun with you.  And they weren't even related, like we
	are.  Then once I've had my fill of you, I'll never mention those
	photos again."  He gave her a lascivious grin, his eyes traveling
	over the length of her voluptuous figure.  "What d'ya say, honey?
	Is it a deal?"

	Believing that Gene would keep his end of the bargain, Sarah nodded.
	"It's a deal."

	"Good, then that's settled," he said, grinning lasciviously.  "Now
	all you have to do is get comfy, dear sister-in-law.  Just like I
	did."  When he saw the fright reflected in Sarah's jade eyes, he
	chuckled. "Take off your clothes, honey.  All except your stockings
	and garterbelt, that is," he added, licking his lips.  "Keep those
	on."  When Sarah hesitated, staring at him with round eyes, Gene
	snapped his fingers.  "I said strip!" he ordered, taking a step
	forward.  Then his eyes darted to the radio on the end table and he
	smiled.  "Or maybe you want to undress to music, huh, Sarah?"  He
	walked over to the radio and turned the knob, a sudden blast of rock
	music piercing the air.  "There," he smirked, flopping down on the
	sofa.  "That's better."

	Sarah's fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse while Gene sat
	back and leered at her.  For some reason, stripping for her
	obnoxious brother-in-law was much more difficult than stripping for
	strangers had been during her brief modeling career.  That had been
	just a job, one she was getting paid for.  But following Gene's
	orders put things on a strictly personal basis and she felt
	embarrassed and humiliated.

	"Dance!" Gene ordered, watching her open her blouse, his eyes bright
	with lust.

	Blinking back tears, Sarah did as she was told, moving her feet to
	the heavy rock beat.  She shed her blouse and let it drop to the
	carpet, feeling Gene's icy stare focus on her black satin bra.  She
	had been aware of his eyes on her boobs in the past but his glance
	had always been surreptitious.  Now he gazed boldy, his tongue
	sliding across his thick lips at the sight of her pale flesh
	spilling out of the 34-D bra.

	"Take off your bra!" he commanded, his penis growing in his shorts.

	Feeling her cheeks brighten, Sarah reached behind her back to unhook
	the garment.  She let the black bra slide down her shoulders, then
	fall to the rug, releasing her mammoth tits.  She heard Gene gasp as
	they loomed forward in rounded magnificence, their bright rosettes
	tightening into twin rosebuds at their sudden nudity.

	"Shit, you really got a great pair of boobs, honey!" he praised, his
	hand lowering to the hot swelling in his shorts.  He grabbed his
	growing prick and fondled it unabashedly as he eyed her firm mounds
	of ivory flesh.  "Mmmmmm, I can't wait to have a go at them."

	Moving in time to the music, Sarah unzipped her skirt and stepped
	out of it, tossing the garment to the floor.  Doing a pirouette, she
	lowered her lacy half-slip.  Once that garment was discarded, the
	lovely brunette had only her white lace panties to shed.  Wriggling
	her shapely hips, she eased out of them, letting them drop to the
	floor.  Whirling, she turned to face her brother-in-law clad only in
	a black garterbelt, nylon stockings, and high-heeled pumps.

	"Now let's see you dance for me, honey," Gene ordered, his eyes
	bright as he gazed at the dark triangle of fuzz between her
	outstretched legs. "Really move!"

	Her face bright with humiliation, the pretty brunette wriggled her
	hips and moved her legs in time to the heavy beat of the music.  Her
	long dark hair whirled as she gyrated and turned, giving Gene the
	opportunity to ogle her luscious naked body from every angle.  Her
	big tits jiggled enticingly, their rosy nipples looming forward.
	She saw her brother-in-law caress his growing erection as his pale
	eyes devoured her nude body, his big lips hanging loosely.  And she
	loathed the man as never before!

	Gene felt his hot prick expand rapidly at the delectable sight in
	front of him.  Sarah was really built and her enormous boobs were so
	nice and firm and high.  The way they bobbed and undulated when she
	performed her disco dance really turned him on.  And seeing her
	naked, except for her skimpy garterbelt and nylon stockings, made
	his throbbing cock mushroom even faster. The sharp contrast of her
	pale thighs and abdomen against the shiny black satin stimulated the
	young man as much as if Sarah were stark naked.  The dark nylon
	stockings and high-heeled shoes made her shapely legs seem even more
	appealing.

	But now Gene wanted to do more than merely look at her luscious
	nudity.  Wearing an evil grin, he rose from the sofa to turn off the
	blaring music.  He went over to his pretty sister-in-law and stood
	in front of her with his shorts bulging at the crotch area.  He bent
	down to draw a bright nipple into his mouth, squeezing the pale
	flesh surrounding the pink rosette while his other hand reached down
	to finger the slit of her hesitating pussy.  Sarah gasped at the
	feel of his warm mouth upon her breast and the pressure of his
	fingers upon her sensitive cuntal tissues.  Still, she dared not
	pull away.  They had made a deal and she had no choice but to abide
	by it so that he would not reveal her dark past to her beloved
	husband.

	His greedy lips moved from one rosy tip to the other, sucking
	voraciously while he dug his fingers into her fuzzy crotch.  Despite
	the fact that she despised the man whose mouth was pressed against
	her ample breasts, warm tingly sensations coursed through her naked
	body and the nub of her clitoris rose hotly under his persistent
	fingers.

	Fully aware of the speed with which Sarah's tiny bud of femininity
	was responding to his caress, Gene withdrew his mouth from her
	distended nipple to give her a knowing grin.  "Like that, don't you,
	Sarah?" he asked, rubbing her sensitive organ even harder.

	"No!" she gasped, her cheeks flaming even more.  But the way that
	the tiny penislike structure stiffened belied her words.

	"Who you tryin' to kid?" he asked, laughing derisively.  "You're
	gettin' all hot and bothered and we both know it."  He pulled his
	hand from between her legs and stood up with the front of his jockey
	shorts protruding sharply.  "On your knees, bitch!" he commanded.

	Her eyes wide, she quickly complied.  "Take off my shorts," he
	ordered.

	Her hands shaking, the kneeling brunette tugged at the elastic
	waistband, lowering her brother-in-law's underwear.  In seconds, she
	released his big crimson cock and its fiery tip bobbed menacingly in
	front of her face while its open glans gazed like a gaping, glaring
	eye.

	Smirking at her obvious discomfort, Gene stepped out of his shorts,
	aiming his swollen rod directly at his sister-in-law's open mouth.
	"Now suck!" he told her.  When she hesitated, her lips parted and
	her cheeks flushed, Gene grabbed a handful of her dark hair to bring
	her face forward.

	"Mmmmmmph!" she grunted as he forced his big hunk of meat into her
	mouth.  She felt his warm penis ram the back of her throat as he
	jerked his hips, filling her entire mouth with one great phallic
	thrust.  She tried not to gag as the blunt end bumped into her soft
	palate.  Tears of humiliation stinging her eyes, she began to suck.
	The strong smell of his masculinity pierced her nostrils and she had
	to remind herself that she was performing this lewd act in order to
	save her marriage.

	"Squeeze my balls!" he told her, giving her slender hips another
	forward jerk, sending the tip of his swollen rod down her throat.

	Sarah gagged, then drew his distended pole of manhood back into her
	mouth while she reached obediently to fondle his huge sacs.  The
	twin spheres felt sweaty under her fingers and she fought the urge
	to pull her hand away.  She heard him moan with pleasure at the way
	her tongue was drawing on his smooth shaft while her hand fondled
	his hanging testicles.  Pretend it's Mike's cock you're sucking on!
	she told herself, fighting nausea.  Make believe it's his balls
	you're squeezing, and it'll be all right!  Sarah squeezed her eyes
	shut and used her imagination to blot the fact that she was
	performing fellatio on a man she detested.

	"Ahhhh, that feels nice, baby!" Gene encouraged, lacing his fingers
	through her long mane.  "Mmmmm, keep on suckin'!"

	Sarah obeyed, sharply aware of the taste of masculine nectar upon
	her tongue as his open tip leaked forth its hot juices.  Oh, if only
	this were all some horrible nightmare from which she would soon
	awaken to find everything right in her world again.  But Sarah knew,
	with sickening clarity, that she was not dreaming, that the warm
	bubbling organ fucking her tortured mouth was all too real. She also
	realized that she was totally helpless in this appalling situation,
	subject to her despicable brother-in-law's slightest whim.  Oh God,
	she agonized, her cheeks billowing in and out while her tightly
	ovaled mouth slid back and forth, what other perverted acts will he
	make me perform before he's finished with me?

	Breathing hard, the naked young man stood with his heavily lidded
	eyes taking in the delectable sight of the naked brunette kneeling
	submissively between his split thighs, her huge melonous tits
	dancing and quivering in time to her rhythmic movements.  He saw the
	tempting curve of her parted asscheeks and knew that in good time he
	would knead and caress the pale flesh to his heart's content.  For
	now, though, the intruder was content with the magnificent feel of
	her warm lips and moist tongue on his inflamed rod.  He gasped and
	his legs trembled when Sarah paused in her suckings to let her
	tongue swirl around the circumference of his gaping prickhead,
	lapping up its sticky emission.  The feel of her pointed oral member
	upon his throbbing sensitive tip made hot bursts of wild sensation
	course through his naked body.

	"Faster!" he panted, clawing her long tresses frantically in heated
	response.  Obeying, Sarah moved her tongue in progressively faster
	circles while she clutched at the thick base of his massive cock
	with one hand and kneaded his prickly sacs with the other.  He
	moaned when she thrust the tip of her tongue down into the depths of
	his open glans with maddening force.  His balls churned and his
	fiery cock lurched, sending more of its warm juices into the
	squatting brunette's mouth.  Gene bucked his pelvis forward to drive
	his great phallic length deep into Sarah's throat.  "Suck, suck!" he
	cried.  He whimpered in appreciation as he felt Sarah wrap her soft
	lips into a tight ring around his wildly pounding organ to suck
	hard.  She was laboring diligently now, sucking to please, her dark
	head twisting and bobbing up and down his pistoning shaft.  He
	watched the way her obscenely outstretched lips clung to his hot
	masculinity on each backstroke of her head.  Moaning, he surrendered
	himself completely to the firm steady pressure of her mouth and
	tongue, enjoying the way her magnificent protruding tits brushed
	against his legs as she bobbed up and down.

	As Sarah continued to suck the lust-bloated pole of masculinity, its
	warm precoital juices coating her tongue, she began to experience a
	definite involuntary response.  She no longer had to pretend that it
	was her husband's slippery shaft that she held captive in her
	crowded oral cavity.  No matter whose cock it was, all that mattered
	now was the wet satiny feel of the big bubbling spear against her
	tongue and roof of her mouth.  An undeniable swift throbbing started
	between her parted thighs and she felt a warm trickle of feminine
	syrup ooze from her fuzzy triangle to dribble down her pale inner
	thigh.  Her heart pounded and her entire pelvis area swirled with
	the heat of desire.  She felt just the way she'd felt when she'd
	sucked cock for the camera years before.  As if they possessed a
	will of their own, her fingers clutched at the base of the swollen
	organ with a fierce possessiveness, trying to draw every possible
	inch of warm meat into her oral receptacle.  Her other hand kneaded
	Gene's firm testicles with renewed vigor, the feel of his big
	prickly sacs stimulating her even more.  Her tongue drew on the warm
	rod greedily, eager for more of its pungent secretions.  She began
	to moan softly as she sucked, the hot palpitations of her oozing
	cunt increasing in strength and tempo.

	What's wrong with me? she wondered, a fleeting moment of sanity
	stealing over her.  How can I LIKE sucking on Gene's cock when I
	despise him so?  But her silent questions were soon obliterated by
	the wild fluttering of her wet pussy, the luscious taste of warm
	precoital juices upon her drawing tongue.  The naked kneeling
	brunette tugged on the swollen shaft of manhood as if it were a
	tasty lollipop that she couldn't get enough of, for her mouth
	hungered for more than just tantalizing trickles of pre-seminal
	juices.  Sarah wanted to make her brother-in-law's pistoning cudgel
	explode in her mouth so that she could swallow his hot masculine
	juices the way she'd swallowed hot cum during her brief modeling
	career.  Oh, it's been so long since I've tasted a warm prick like
	this, she thought, her mouth sliding back and forth while her cheeks
	worked in and out with fierce determination.  I can't wait to drink
	a big mouthful of tasty sperm!

	With a surge of triumph, Gene sensed the subtle change in Sarah's
	ministrations.  Her hands were bolder, her mouth working more
	voraciously and he knew that she too was consumed by passions she
	could no longer control.  He watched in lustful delight as she went
	at him with the fervor of a harlot, whimpering softly.  "Suck,
	bitch, suck!" he gasped, hurling his hips forward, pummeling her
	receptive mouth with his pounding hunk of rigid flesh.  His lust
	heightened by his sister-in-law's total involvement in the lewd act
	she was performing, his breath came hot and heavy.  He felt his
	overloaded testicles ache under the burden of their turgid cargo and
	knew that his moment of ultimate carnal pleasure was painfully near.
	The excited young man panted and groaned, his fiery prick pounding
	savagely under her skillful and slavish ministrations.

	Suddenly he could not hold back the eruptive force of his steaming
	load one second longer.  His hips pumped wildly.  "Suck, suck!" he
	whined, his exploding penis spurting its torrid juices into Sarah's
	tightly ovaled mouth.  The kneeling brunette instinctively tightened
	her hold on his hotly convulsing shaft, her head bobbing and
	twisting in harmony with his fierce ejaculations. The sounds of
	their mutual moans filled the room as the climaxing young man shot
	his searing hot wad, his fingers twining savagely through her long
	dark hair.  "Drink!" he gasped, his features contorted by lust as
	his hips jerked.  "Drink my cum!"

	The whimpering bent brunette needed no prodding, for her throat
	worked convulsively. Again and again she swallowed, savoring the
	distinctive bittersweet taste of his nectar on her laving tongue,
	the slippery warmth of hot cum sliding down her throat.  Her
	palpitating pussy was soaked with the syrup of her arousal, coating
	the dark matted pubic hair gracing her heated mound. She drank
	thirstily, greedily, her tongue still drawing on the ejaculating rod
	in an effort to collect every possible drop of spurting liquid.  His
	hot forceful release seemed endless, making her throat open and
	close with great rapidity in order to accommodate the fiery bursts.
	Half-crazed with sexual excitement as the hot masculine juices
	filled her cheeks to overflowing, Sarah felt her foaming pussy throb
	harder and harder.  At last, the hot nub of her rigid clitoris
	fluttered wildly, while great waves of searing orgasm convulsed
	throughout her saturated cunt.

	"Aghhhhh!" she cried, opening her mouth to cry out in sweet release.
	Her slippery treasure slid from her mouth, bobbing away like some
	venomous snake, sending more of its warm venom spurting into her
	face and across her melonous breasts.  The feel of the hot liquid
	upon her bare flesh merely served to heighten her forbidden
	enjoyment.  Her eyeballs rolled back in their sockets and her hands
	fluttered to her bosom to smear the hot cum across her quivering
	mounds of femininity.  The jerking spitting prick bobbed erratically
	as it released the last of its fiery load. By the time the emptying
	cock grew still, Sarah's face was glistening with cum and her tongue
	darted out to lap up any of the precious liquid still within its
	reach.

	Gene gazed down at his naked, panting, cocksucking blackmailed
	sister-in-law with a searing look which reflected both triumph and
	disgust.  "Well, you really had yourself quite a time, didn't you,
	sweet Sarah?"  His thick lips curled into a sneer.  "I always knew
	my brother was a sap for thinkin' you were so special!  You don't
	know how fuckin' sick I am of hearin' him brag about you when all
	the time I knew damn well that you're just as big a slut as any
	other bitch I know.  You're all the same, you cock-suckin' whores.
	Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't, actin' so high and mighty
	around the likes of me."  He grabbed a handful of hair to yank her
	head cruelly so that she was gazing directly into his cold eyes.
	"You don't look so special now, sweet Sarah!"

	Tears of humiliation burned her eyes as her brother-in-law laughed
	in her face.  The taste of his semen still fresh upon her tongue,
	the sprawled brunette's cheeks flushed crimson.  Her degradation was
	utter and complete, for there was no use in trying to pretend that
	she had not enjoyed sucking him off, that her mouth had not hungered
	for his hot juices.  Nor could she deny the humiliating fact that
	she had reached a thrilling climax while performing her perverse and
	debasing act.

	Chuckling softly, Gene released his hold on her hair to glance at
	his watch.  "Time to be runnin' along, dear Sarah," he said.  He
	reached for his strewn clothing, turning to curl his lip at her.
	"But I'll be back tomorrow morning, sweetie.  With a very special
	friend of mine.  A gal whose just as big a slut as you are, honey.
	She may even teach you a thing or two!"  He laughed cruelly, his
	pale eyes narrowing with glee as he watched her silent anguish.
	"Yes sir, I think you two will really love each other!"

	While her brother-in-law dressed, Sarah slumped into a defeated heap
	of naked despair.  Whistling an off-key tune, the young man lifted
	his television set and headed for the door.  "See you tomorrow,
	sweetie," he said, reaching for the door knob.

	As the door closed softly behind him, Sarah buried her face in her
	hands.  A sick feeling engulfed the lovely brunette, for she knew
	without a doubt that from here on in, her life would never be quite
	the same!

Chapter 4

	Shamed and guilt-ridden, Sarah spent more time than usual with her
	daughter that afternoon.  When the child settled down for her
	afternoon nap, the distraught brunette sped through her housework in
	record time, trying to compensate for the forbidden lust-filled
	moments she'd spent, with her brother-in-law that morning.  By the
	time Mike came home from the shop, she had a tasty meat loaf and
	scalloped potatoes browning in the oven. After Jill was bedded down
	for the night, Sarah busied herself with the current mending while
	Mike watched television.

	"Anything new with my brother?" Mike, asked in a conversational tone
	during a commercial break.

	Sarah jumped, pricking her finger on the needle. "Not that I know
	of," she lied, trying to keep her voice casual.  "He really didn't
	stay all that long. Just picked up his TV set and left.  He seemed
	to be in a big hurry today."

	Mike chuckled, reaching for a cigarette. "Probably had himself a hot
	date.  Gene's quite a guy with the ladies, you know."

	Sarah's fingers moved faster and her cheeks brightened.  "Really?"
	she said in a high-pitched innocent voice.  "You'd never guess that
	to look at him, would you?"

	Mike laughed, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.  "That's because
	Gene's not one to brag, honey."

	Sarah broke the thread at that remark.  How could Mike be so blind
	to his brother's faults? she wondered.  Why, Gene was boasting
	practically all the time.  It was one of the many annoying traits
	which infuriated Sarah so.  You should have heard him today, she
	thought, reaching into the sewing basket for one of her daughter's
	torn dresses.  To hear him tell it, he's a lot smarter than you,
	Mike. And he strutted out of here like the proverbial cock of the
	barnyard!

	"I hope he finds himself a nice girl and settles down one of these
	days," Mike continued, leaning back in his chair.  "That is, if he's
	lucky enough to find someone like you, honey."

	Sarah's throat felt tight and she had to blink back tears.  Oh Mike,
	Mike, her aching heart cried in silent misery.  If only I were all
	that you think I am!

	"But then there aren't many women like you around these days,
	darling," Mike continued, gazing fondly at his wife.  "Lucky guys
	like me take them out of circulation."

	Sarah bit her lip, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the task of
	mending Jill's ripped garment.  She felt so choked up at her
	husband's ill-deserved praise that she did not trust her voice. A
	wave of relief swept over her when the program resumed, diverting
	her husband's attention.

	Mike would be so hurt and disillusioned if he ever learned about my
	sordid past, she thought, pushing the needle savagely through the
	torn fabric.  Just as he'd be crushed if he knew just how low and
	despicable his brother really is.  Poor Mike! He's so blinded by
	love, that he can't see either one of us as we really are!  Sarah
	stole a quick glance at her handsome husband, her heart fairly
	bursting with love.  And she knew that she would submit to whatever
	lustful acts her husband's younger brother had in store for her the
	following morning. No matter what indignities she had to endure, it
	was well worth the price if it would save her husband from learning
	the ugly truth about the two people he loved so dearly.  Sarah
	detested the thought of cheating on Mike, of having illicit sex with
	his younger brother.  But she knew, with a feeling of grim
	resignation, that she had no choice in the matter.

	As Sarah's thoughts moved ahead to what was in store for her the
	following morning, her stomach tightened with apprehension.
	Recalling her brother-in-law's parting words, she could not imagine
	why he was bringing one of his girlfriends with him the next
	morning.  It just didn't make sense to her.  What does he have in
	mind? she wondered, trying to outguess her brother-in-law's devious
	mind.  Sarah was unable to come up with an answer.  But whatever
	Gene had planned, the distraught brunette felt certain that somehow,
	she would end up being degraded and debased, just as she was today.
	Her only hope was that Gene would soon tire of his sordid game of
	sexual blackmail so that the living nightmare she now endured would
	end and her world could return to normal.

	Her fingers guiding the needle through the fabric in her lap, Sarah
	stole occasional glances at her husband.  Fully absorbed in the
	television program he was watching, Mike was unaware of his wife's
	eyes just as he was oblivious to her private mental anguish.  Waves
	of shame rippled through the pretty brunette as her thoughts kept
	slipping back to her brother-in-law's visit earlier in the day.  Now
	it almost seemed like some hideous nightmare, yet Sarah knew by the
	heaviness of her heart that what had happened that morning was all
	too real.  What would Mike do, she wondered, if he knew what had
	really taken place between the two people he loved so dearly?  That
	the brother he so blindly adored had forced his wife to strip for
	him, then get down on her knees to suck him to completion? Her
	cheeks burned with humiliation as she recalled the thrilling orgasm
	she'd experienced when young Gene had cum in her mouth, filling her
	cheeks to overflowing with his spurting masculine juices. Sarah's
	heartbeat quickened and her hands worked faster.  Mike must never
	learn the ugly truth, she vowed.  Not ever!  Surely it would shatter
	her husband to know that the woman he cherished, even idolized, had
	willingly performed such a lewd act with another man.  Just as it
	would shock him to learn that she had done so to prevent him from
	learning about even more obscene sexual acts that Sarah had
	willingly performed years before.

	Lowering her eyes, Sarah blinked back tears of shame and
	frustration.  Oh, if only I hadn't done that pornographic modeling!
	she lamented.  Then I would not be in the awful predicament I am
	today, forced to have illicit sex with my husband's own brother, a
	man I despise.  But Sarah knew that she had had no other choice at
	the time.  It was either pose in the nude, performing lewd acts
	before the camera, or watch her ill mother suffer cruelly from the
	killer disease ravishing her body.  Sarah had been as hopelessly
	trapped then as she was now.  In both instances, the voluptuous
	young woman was doing something she knew was wrong in order to
	protect those she loved.  Years before her mother was the person
	whose welfare was uppermost in her mind.  Now she was submitting to
	her brother-in-law's outrageous sexual demands in order to shield
	her husband.

	Sarah felt her shoulders slump in defeat for she knew that she was
	as helpless now as she had been years before.  All she could do was
	pray that Gene's sexual interest in her would quickly wane and that
	he would look in some other direction for his kicks.  When that
	happened, Sarah's private misery would come to an end and she would
	no longer have to submit to whatever indignities Gene's perverse
	mind devised.  And she would no longer have to worry about the
	obscene photographs of herself either for Gene had promised to
	forget about them as long as Sarah went along with him. Much as she
	hated her cold-hearted and self-centered brother-in-law, Sarah knew
	that she would do as he wished, that she would force herself to
	participate in whatever sex acts Gene desired.  But I won't let
	myself enjoy them anymore, Sarah silently vowed, humiliation
	coursing through her at the recollection of her intense and
	involuntary orgasm that morning.  I simply will not give Gene that
	kind of satisfaction again.  Surely she had cum like that, Sarah
	reasoned, simply because it had been so incredibly long since she'd
	tasted a warm pole of masculinity, that was all.  She had simply
	lost control of herself but it would not happen again.  Sarah would
	maintain a close watch on herself, keep her body in check so that it
	would not betray her like that again.  By the time she and Mike
	retired for the night, Sarah had completed the mending and worked
	herself into a bundle of frayed nerves.  For the first time in her
	life, she was glad that her husband merely kissed her goodnight and
	rolled over with nothing more than sleep on his mind.  In her tense
	and highly emotional state, Sarah was afraid that she might have
	burst into tears had the man she loved reached out for her.
	Especially after what she had done behind his back that very
	morning.  Even more upsetting, Sarah knew that she would betray Mike
	again the following day for Gene had assured her that he was
	returning with a friend of his.  A female friend!

	Tossing restlessly, Sarah was still wide awake long after her
	husband's even breathing told her that he was sound asleep.  Visions
	of future orgies with her despicable brother-in-law flashed through
	her troubled mind, keeping her from slumber.  The uncertainty of
	what lay ahead was torturous, causing all kinds of grim
	possibilities coursing through her mind.  Gene was devious and
	unprincipled and Sarah knew that he was capable of almost anything.
	She speculated nervously about the girlfriend Gene said he was
	bringing with him the following morning.  Sarah quickly envisioned
	an unattractive bawdy type of woman. She was probably some whore whs
	was willing to have sex with Gene before an audience ... even a
	captive one.

	Yes, that must be it, Sarah decided.  Gene was going to force Sarah
	to watch while he and his two-bit girlfriend fucked for her benefit.
	Although the thought revolted the distraught brunette, she would
	find it less appalling than having sex with Gene herself the next
	day.  If it gave her corrupt brother-in-law some kind of perverse
	pleasure from being observed while he screwed another woman, Sarah
	would force herself to watch.  And she would consider herself lucky
	for getting off so easy.

	It was much later when the weary brunette finally drifted off into
	an exhausted sleep.  When she did, her slumber was plagued by
	nightmares, visions of herself and Gene performing lewd acts of sex.
	The two of them bucked up and down upon the bed, fucking wildly to a
	backdrop of the lurid photographs with which Gene was blackmailing
	her.  Sarah's sweating body shifted restlessly on the mattress and
	she whimpered softly as she dreamed. Never in the young woman's
	wildest dreams, however, could she have imagined what perverse acts
	her heartless brother-in-law had in store for her in just a few
	short hours.

*     *     *

	When little Jill complained of a sore throat the next morning, Sarah
	took the child's temperature and found that she had a slight fever.
	"I don't wanna go to school today, Mommy," the dark-haired girl
	whined, rubbing her eyes.  "I wanna stay home with you, instead."

	Sarah smiled as she bent over her daughter's bed. "All right,
	darling," she consoled, tucking the covers around her.  "I'll phone
	and tell them you won't be in today.  But first you're going to take
	some medicine for Mommy, okay?"  Sarah hurried into the bathroom and
	returned with aspirin and a glass of water which she handed to her
	daughter. "Here, honey, take these," she instructed, smiling
	encouragingly.  "And then drink as much of this water as you can.
	It'll help make you feel better."

	As soon as Jill followed her instructions, Sarah went into the
	kitchen to phone the nursery school, telling them that as far as she
	knew, Jill would be in as usual on Monday morning.  "It just seems
	to be a scratchy throat," she explained.  "I'm sure that a day's
	rest will nip it in the bud."

	After she hung up, Sarah looked up at the wall clock, biting her
	lip.  It was nearing nine o'clock, the time she usually deposited
	Jill at the nursery school.  Her stomach churned with the
	realization that Gene planned to come over this morning, expecting
	Sarah to participate in whatever sexual antics he had in mind.
	Undoubtedly, Sarah assumed, that meant having Sarah watch him and
	his cheap girlfriend perform for her.  She had to call Gene right
	away and tell him that he must not come over, that little Jill was
	home sick and their plans had to be cancelled.  Even though her
	fingers trembled as she dialed her brother-in-law's number, a great
	wave of relief surged through her.  She was getting an unexpected
	reprieve!  Although she was sorry that her daughter wasn't feeling
	well, Sarah could not help but be glad that her state of health
	would prevent Gene from including her in whatever sexual activities
	he had in mind this morning.

	"He'll just have to take his two-bit girlfriend somewhere else to
	have his fun," she muttered under her breath as the telephone rang
	in the distance.  Gene shared his studio apartment with a fellow
	employee named Lenny who, Sarah knew, was also working the night
	shift at the factory right now.  Gene had brought his roommate over
	to the house a couple of times and Sarah got the impression that the
	obese young man was as self-centered as her brother-in-law.  Maybe
	that's why the two of them get along, Sarah thought. Birds of a
	feather and all that.  In any event, Sarah wondered idly if Lenny
	would vacate their apartment at a moment's notice in order to
	accommodate his roommate's lust.  But that was Gene's problem, she
	thought with satisfaction as the phone continued to ring, not hers.
	Thanks to her daugher's unexpected sore throat, her problems were
	temporarily solved.  For this morning, at least. Now she would not
	have to deal with her disgusting brother-in-law until Monday
	morning.

	Sarah breathed a quick sigh of relief when Gene answered the phone.
	At least she had caught him before he had left to pick up the slut
	he intended to bring over to the house.  Keeping her voice low,
	Sarah quickly informed her brother-in-law of the unexpected
	circumstances at home, adding that he could not come over, after
	all.  But Gene did not accept her story at face value.  His voice
	nasal with suspicion, he told Sarah that he would pick up his friend
	as planned and come over anyway.

	"But you can't!" Sarah hissed, her heart skipping a beat.  "We can't
	do anything while Jill is home!  You must be out of your mind!"

	Gene laughed softly.  "I would be if I believed your story without
	checking it out.  Don't worry, sweet Sarah," he went on, his voice
	mocking.  "If Jill really is home sick, then I'll soon be on my way.
	My friend too.  But if you're lying, I'm gonna expect even more
	action from you, dear sister-in-law!"

	Before she could argue, Gene hung up, leaving the phone buzzing in
	her ear.  Her stomach churning, she returned to her daughter's
	bedroom to see what the child wanted for breakfast.  "By the way,"
	Sarah added, keeping her voice light, "I just talked to your Uncle
	Gene and he's sorry you're sick, honey.  He's going past the house
	this morning so he might stop by with a friend of his.  Just to see
	how you're feeling, honey," she added, pasting a smile on her face.

	Jill's pretty face lit up at her mother's words. "Oh boy, I hope he
	does come over," she said, her voice a bit hoarse.  "I haven't seen
	Uncle Gene for a long, long time!"

	Sarah patted her hand before going to prepare breakfast.  "I
	wouldn't care if I never saw him again at all," she murmured softly
	once she had reached the kitchen.  For the hundredth time, the well-
	stacked brunette found herself wondering why her daughter liked her
	uncle.  Am I the only one who sees Gene as he really is? she
	wondered, reaching into the cupboard for a box of Jill's favorite
	cereal.  Then again, Sarah knew that even though she did it
	reluctantly, she had to give the devil his due.  Much as she
	disliked her brother-in-law she had to admit that Gene did seem
	genuinely fond of little Jill.  For some reason, the child brought
	out the few good qualities the young man had.  Seeing that Gene was
	the only living relative Jill had, Sarah supposed that she should be
	grateful that a bond of affection did exist between the two.

	The front doorbell rang less than an hour later. Sarah, who was
	sitting at her daughter's bedside, reading to her, quickly tensed
	while Jill broke into a smile.  "Oh, I hope that's Uncle Gene!" she
	cried, her eyes bright.

	"I'll go see," Sarah told her, closing the book and rising.
	Glancing out the picture window in the livingroom, she recognized
	Gene's car at the curb and felt her jaw clench.  I can just imagine
	the slut he's got with him! she thought, going to the door with
	apprehension.  You'd think he'd have more sense than to bring a
	woman like that here when Jill is home!

	When Sarah opened the door, however, her mouth opened in surprise.
	For standing beside her lanky sullen-faced brother-in-law was a tall
	slender blonde whom Sarah judged to be in her own age.  A complete
	opposite from what Sarah had expected, the young woman was
	breathtakingly beautiful. Long blonde hair tumbled about her
	shoulders and except for a faint tinge of lipstick, her perfect
	features were completely devoid of make-up.  She looked trim and
	stylish in her high leather boots and coat with a large handbag
	flung over her shoulder.  When the girl smiled, Sarah saw how
	startingly white and even her teeth were.  What on earth was a
	lovely girl like this doing with someone like Gene?

	"Ain't you gonna ask us in?" Gene asked with a smirk, a large paper
	sack in one hand.

	"Oh, of c-course," Sarah stammered, opening the door wider to let
	them enter.

	"Brrr!  It's really cold out this morning," the blonde said,
	shivering as she stepped inside.  "Oh, what a lovely home," she
	exclaimed, gazing around the room with admiring eyes.  Her voice was
	soft and pleasant and Sarah found herself thinking that had she met
	this young woman under any other circumstances, she would feel an
	instant affinity toward her, as though the two of them might well
	become friends.  As it was, however, Sarah did not greet the
	attractive blonde with the warmth she might have.

	"Won't you sit down," Sarah said stiffly, gesturing toward the sofa,
	"while I go tell Jill you're here."

	But the child needed no formal announcement. At the sound of voices,
	she jumped from her bed and ran into the livingroorn.  "Uncle Gene!"
	she cried, running to him with outstretched arms.

	"Jill!" he exclaimed, opening his arms wide to catch her.  "Say,
	what's this I hear about your not feelin' good?" he asked as the
	girl hugged him soundly.

	"My froat hurts," she explained, pointing to her neck.

	Gene threw back his head and laughed while the attractive young
	woman beside him smiled at the heartwarming scene.  "It does?" he
	asked, grinning at her.  "Well maybe this will help make it feel
	better!"  With that, he gave the child the large paper bag he'd been
	holding.

	Smiling, Jill opened the sack and peered inside. Her smile widened
	and she shrieked with delight at the contents.  "A doggie!" she
	cried, reaching in the bag to withdraw a large stuffed animal with
	big floppy ears.  "Oh, thank you, Uncle Gene," she bubbled, hugging
	the toy in her small arms.

	"Uh, this here is Fern," Gene introduced, turning to the beautiful
	blonde seated on the sofa.

	"You're pretty," Jill said with youthful candor as the young woman
	smiled at her.

	"Well, thank you," Fern said, displaying her perfect teeth.  "I was
	just thinking the very same thing about you, Jill."

	Noting the ease with which Fern spoke to her daughter made Sarah
	like the young woman on the sofa despite the fact that she had come
	with Gene. Sarah could always detect a forced joviality toward
	children and she knew that the slender blonde had a genuine fondness
	for young people.  Still, Sarah remained silent while Gene visited
	with his niece for several minutes.  Relief rippled through her when
	Gene lifted Jill in his arms and carried her to her bedroom.

	"You better get back in bed, young lady," he lectured with mock
	sternness.  "'Cause I wanna hear that you're all better by Monday
	mornin' y'hear?"

	The two women suddenly alone in the room, Sarah cleared her throat
	self-consciously.  "How long have you been dating Gene?" she asked,
	a plastic smile on her face.

	"Oh, we don't date, Sarah," the girl quickly explained, smiling
	warmly, her eyes reflecting open admiration as they traveled the
	length of the brunette's voluptuous figure.  "Gene and I are just
	friends, nothing more."

	Sarah frowned, more confused than ever.  Before she could say
	anything else, however, Gene returned to the room, gesturing for
	Fern to follow him to the door.  "Guess we'll be movin' on," he
	said, "Jill don't look real sick though.  So take good care of her,
	dear Sarah.  And we'll see you Monday mornin' for sure."

	Sarah wore a perplexed expression as she followed them to the door.
	She stood by the window, watching the unlikely pair get into Gene's
	sports car and wondered what part Fern was to play in Gene's bizarre
	plan of sexual blackmail. Maybe Gene has fallen in love with her,
	she speculated, her hopes rising.  And he wants me to do whatever I
	can to convince Fern that he's a worthwhile person.  Fern seems like
	a lovely young woman, Sarah thought, watching Gene's car pull away
	from the curb.  Much too good for someone as contemptible as Gene.
	Still, if she could get off the hook by doing her best to convince
	the beautiful blonde that her brother-in-law was a swell guy, Sarah
	knew, with a twinge of guilt, that she would play along with the
	scheme.  Her love for her husband was far stronger than any twinges
	of conscience.

	Sarah enjoyed the weekend that followed with the desperation of
	those whose days are numbered. She spent quiet times with her
	daughter, noting with mixed emotions, Jill's return to perfect
	health.  Although she was glad to see her thriving, Sarah dreaded
	the thought of her brother-in-law's scheduled visit early Monday
	morning.  Whenever she brooded about it, however, Sarah tried to
	tell herself that it was possible that her brother-in-law had fallen
	in love with the beautiful blonde and changed his ways.  Could it be
	that Gene had reformed, was already sorry for what he'd done the
	other morning?  Although the distraught brunette hoped that it was
	true, she was doubtful.  Gene seemed as cocky as ever Friday
	morning.  Still, Sarah simply could not understand why a girl as
	lovely as Fern would participate in a scheme involving sexual
	blackmail.  Confusing as the situation was, the voluptuous brunette
	was unable to convince herself that her troubles with Gene were
	over.  The weekend seemed to pass much too quickly and Sarah dreaded
	the arrival of Monday morning.

	When Mike turned to her in bed Sunday night, Sarah went into his
	arms eagerly.  Her private turmoil had her as tense as an overwound
	coil and she longed for the release that lovemaking could bring.
	Much to her frustration, however, Mike approached her with his usual
	reserve.  After she had removed her nightgown, he lowered his blond
	head to her bosom, nipping lightly at each uplifted nipple while he
	lightly caressed the mammoth mounds of firm flesh surrounding them.
	Sarah felt her bright rosettes spring to life at the touch of his
	warm mouth.  They rose in the air all hot and pink and eager.  His
	kneading fingers felt so good on her twin hills of femininity,
	making Sarah's sensual lips part while emitting a sigh of pleasure.
	The well-endowed young woman ran her fingers through her husband's
	curly hair while he treated her melonous breasts to the delights of
	his hands and mouth.

	All too soon, though, Mike's warm mouth released her savory nipples,
	leaving them wet and distended, fairly quivering for more.  When
	Mike's hands also moved away from her pale spheres of flesh, she
	whimpered softly.  Oh, how she wanted him to keep his lips and hands
	on her!  She quickly compared her husband's timidity with her
	brother-in-law's demanding mouth and Sarah found herself wishing
	fervently that Mike would go at her big boobs with the same gusto
	Gene had displayed the other morning.  Much as she despised her
	arrogant brother-in-law, Sarah had to admit that his searching mouth
	and hands had felt good on her naked flesh.  When Gene attacked her
	big tits, fiery bursts of pleasure had coursed through her body and
	the fuzzy triangle between her legs had come alive, throbbing in hot
	appreciation.

	Now Sarah's sexual appetite had merely been whetted and she longed
	to cry out to her husband to keep sucking, to tug harder on her
	hungry flesh but her inhibitions with Mike were far too strong to
	allow such candor.  Instead, she remained silent and miserable as he
	abandoned her eager breasts to climb on top of her.  His soft lips
	lowered on hers and she felt the warmth of his tongue inside her
	mouth.  She moaned softly while Mike swirled his wet oral member,
	making her pussy flutter and throb.  She slid her arms up his broad
	muscular back, thrilling to the weight of his powerful body on hers.
	Mike was such a big handsome hunk of masculinity ... and she loved
	him so!  The young housewife was certain that her burly husband was
	capable of fucking her soundly if only his sexual needs matched
	hers.  But Mike seemed perfectly content with his tepid brand of
	lovemaking and Sarah would never dream of letting him know that she
	secretly hungered for more.  What good would it do, except to bruise
	his ego, when Mike's libido was obviously much more easily sated
	than hers? Maybe I'm just oversexed!  Sarah found herself thinking
	once again.

	Mike withdrew his mouth to aim his swollen prick at the palpitating
	slit between Sarah's legs. The same old position, Sarah thought,
	opening her thighs.  If only Mike would try fucking me in some new
	way.  Like having me sit on top of him while he shoves his big prick
	high into my cunt!  Sarah's cock-starved pussy leaked in warm
	response at her secret fantasy.  The bud of her bright clitoris
	swelled hotly and she wished that Mike would reach down to finger
	her sensitive organ the way Gene has teased it the other morning.
	Just thinking about the forceful manner in which her brother-in-law
	had punished her highly responsive nub of femininity made her oozing
	love nest throb deliciously.  Even more, Sarah wished that someday
	Mike would surprise her by forcing her legs apart while he lowered
	his fair head between her pale thighs to eat her cunt.  The feel of
	his warm wet mouth on her steaming gaping tissues would thrill her
	to the very depths of her being.  Sarah recalled how marvelous the
	lips and tongues of the various male models she'd posed with had
	felt against her lewdly parted pussy years before.  It had been much
	too long since the shapely brunette had been treated to such a
	carnal delight.  If the mouths of total strangers could bring her
	such strong physical pleasure, how far greater ecstasy she would
	know if the man she loved would ravish her outspread waiting mound
	of Venus.

	Sarah's forbidden thoughts were invaded at the feel of her husband's
	huge rod entering her slippery canal.  "Ohhh," she sighed, lifting
	her pelvis high. In seconds, his great phallic length was filling
	her throbbing aperture to full capacity.  Oh, Mike was so
	deliciously big!  Bigger, by far, than any cock she'd ever known.
	If only he would shove it into her with greater force!  Sarah worked
	her hips vigorously as Mike fucked in and out, trying to claim even
	more of his huge shaft of masculinity. But Mike seemed to be holding
	back, the same as always.  Instead of ramming the mouth of her womb
	on each forward thrust, the way she craved that he would, his big
	joint merely tapped her cervix gently before quickly withdrawing.
	The harder Sarah pumped, the gentler Mike fucked her, trying to
	compensate for her fierce hip movements, as though he were afraid he
	might hurt her.  The naked brunette breathed hard, clutching her
	husband's smooth back, trying, without words, to encourage him to
	push harder.  But her efforts were in vain.  She lay under her
	husband feeling both aroused and frustrated.  She loved the feel of
	his mammoth cock crowding her slick vaginal opening but she longed
	to feel it slide in and out of her with greater enthusiasm, to feel
	it ram her tender cervix, sending fiery bursts of masochistic
	pleasure exploding within her.

	Fuck, damn you, fuck! she wanted to cry.  But her lips refused to
	form the forbidden words. Then, to her utter dismay, Sarah felt her
	husband's swollen rod pulsate and jerk, sending a hot shower of
	semen bursting inside her.  His steaming juices splattered against
	the walls of her throbbing canal, filling her to overflowing.  His
	milky nectar leaked from her pulsating tunnel to stain the bedding.
	Tears of frustration stung Sarah's eyes as Mike bucked and jerked on
	top of her, breathing fast and hard.  She felt beads of perspiration
	form on his back to moisten her fingertips.  Sarah whirled her hips
	frantically in a desperate attempt to join her husband in orgasm.
	Her efforts, however, proved futile.  Much as she hungered for a
	tension-releasing climax to overtake her body, Sarah simply could
	not make it happen.  She was still struggling when Mike's pulsating
	cock released the last of its turbulent load to grow empty and soft
	within her vagina.  Her naked body still pounding with need, she
	felt her husband's spent organ grow limp, then shrivel into
	ineffectiveness. Disappointment stabbed sharply when he withdrew his
	wormlike appendage from her unsated cunt to roll over beside her,
	sighing with satisfaction.

	Surely Mike wasn't going to leave her like this, all tense and
	aching, every cell in her body screaming for relief!  When her
	husband reached over to kiss her lightly on the cheek, however,
	Sarah knew that their tension had come to an end. Mike must have
	mistaken Sarah's heavy breathing for orgasm.  It wasn't surprising
	for the climaxes she experienced were never very deep or soul-
	searing.  Undoubtedly, her husband mistook Sarah's frantic pelvic
	gyrations for total release.

	"Night, darling," he said in a contented voice, sliding his muscular
	arm around her slender waist. "Sweet dreams."

	Sarah's voice was choked as she bade her husband goodnight.  She lay
	beside him for a long time, her lovely body pounding with need,
	staring at the ceiling.  Unable to bear the torture of denial, the
	frustrated brunette waited until the man she loved was sleeping
	soundly before she took drastic measures.  Desperate to still the
	urgent throbbing of her neglected cunt, Sarah moved away from her
	husband to slide to the far side of the bed.  When Mike's occasional
	snores assured her that he was deep in slumber, Sarah let her hand
	slide down between her open legs.  The delicious feel of her own
	fingers between her saturated steaming slit made her want to gasp
	with pleasure but she held back, pressing her lips together.

	Waves of forbidden delight rippled through her naked body as her
	eager fingers moved up and down the length of her dripping cunt.
	Soon her other hand joined in, teasing at the rigid bud of
	femininity which stood so hot and willing among her sperm-coated
	inner membranes.  Oh, it felt so good to flick away at herself like
	this, making her fiery clitoris grow even more inflamed.  Her jade
	eyes became thick-lidded and glazed with lust. Slowly, cautiously,
	Sarah's hips began to rise from the bed, moving in circumspect
	harmony with her masturbating fingers.  When Mike rolled over to his
	side of the mattress, snoring loudly, the excited brunette grew
	braver.  She sent the middle finger of her right hand soaring into
	her slick vagina while she continued to punish the bright little bud
	of sensation with her other hand.  Her lips parted and she breathed
	through her mouth.

	Oh fuck, fuck! she thought, pretending that a warm cock was invading
	her wildly-throbbing pussy instead of her own fingers.  Deeper,
	harder! Make me cum! she cried inwardly, lost in erotic fantasies.
	But this time Sarah did not pretend it was her husband's swollen
	prick inside her palpitating tunnel of love.  Instead, she imagined
	that a forceful stranger was fucking her, forcing her to submit to
	his fierce demands.  Her wild imagining made her split her legs far
	apart as though she were surrendering herself to her nameless
	conqueror.  The thought of being taken against her will in such a
	forceful manner was the stimulus Sarah needed to bring her
	frustrated body to the ultimate peak of excitement after her
	husband's lukewarm fucking minutes ago.  Oh keep fucking! she
	pretended to cry to the imaginary lover, her pelvis rising while she
	let her right index finger join the middle finger already twisting
	in vicious circles deep within her saturated cuntal cavern.  The
	fingers of her left hand pinched and twisted her stiff clitoris,
	driving her fairly mad with carnal pleasure.  Split me in two! her
	lust-crazed mind thought as her pounding vaginal opening stretched
	to accommodate still another eager finger.  Soon all four fingers of
	Sarah's right hand crowded her dripping cunt while she pretended
	that a stranger's immense cock violated her pounding pussy aperture.

	At last, Sarah's eyeballs rolled backward and she bit her lip to
	keep from crying out.  She felt her saturated vagina swell and
	convulse, wave after wave of orgasmic spasms sucking at her fingers
	while her inflamed clitoris fluttered wildly under the merciless
	pressure of her left hand.  Sweat ran down the sides of her face and
	between her mammoth breasts while her hips jerked violently.
	Clamping her teeth down hard on her bottom lip, the climaxing
	brunette managed to reduce her carnal outcry to a mere whimper as
	she spiraled to the zenith of physical sensation.  When at last her
	body grew still, only her heart still pounding, the voluptuous
	brunette turned her head to glance at her husband.  Relief washed
	over her when she saw that he was still deep in slumber.  Surely,
	Mike would be horrified to catch his wife in the humiliating act of
	self-stimulation.  Still, Sarah felt that she had no choice in the
	matter.  If she had not sought release with her own fingers, she
	knew that she would toss and turn throughout the night while
	precious sleep escaped her.  And Sarah was convinced, despite her
	confusion about Fern's role in tomorrow's activities, that she would
	need a good night's sleep in order to face whatever Gene's perverse
	mind had conjured up.

	Withdrawing her saturated fingers from her sated cunt, the lovely
	young woman rolled over on her side, sighing contentedly.  Her body
	relaxed, she soon drifted into a fitful sleep, one that was wrought
	with frequent tossing and turning, accompanied by mournful cries.  A
	vivid nightmare awakened the brunette long before the sun came over
	the horizon.  Her voluptuous body bathed in nervous perspiration,
	Sarah lay beside her sleeping husband with her stomach tied in tight
	little knots, her eyes returning at frequent intervals to the
	illuminated clock beside the bed, trying, in vain, to hold back the
	dawn.

Chapter 5

	After returning from her trip to the nursery school to drop off her
	daughter, Sarah waited tensely for Gene's arrival.  Maybe he's
	changed his mind, she thought, her hopes rising as the minutes
	ticked by.  It could be that he and Fern had decided to do something
	else today instead.

	Her hopes were soon dashed, however, at the sight of Gene's red
	sports car pulling up to the curb.  The nervous brunette stood by
	the window to watch Gene and Fern get out and start up the front
	walk together.  Taking a deep tremulous breath, Sarah straightened
	her shoulders and went to the door to let the unwelcomed pair in.

	"I take it Jill is in nursery school," Gene said, sauntering into
	the livingroom while Fern followed sedately.

	Sara nodded, stealing a sidewise glance at the tall slender blonde
	behind him.  What, she wondered once again, did Gene have in mind?

	"Take off your coat, honey," Gene told his lovely companion, as he
	shed his leather jacket. "And make yourself right at home."

	While Fern removed her coat, revealing a delicate willowy figure,
	Sara had to bit her tongue to keep from saying something caustic to
	her hateful brother-in-law.  How dare he act as if this were his
	home instead of his brother's!  Her tension etched in her face, the
	nervous young wife perched on the edge of a chair, waiting for them
	to make the first move, to offer some clue as to what was in store
	now that the moment she had dreaded had finally arrived.

	Her green eyes darted to Fern again and the beautiful blonde smiled
	sympathetically, lowering her slender form onto the sofa with feline
	grace. "You seem uncomfortable about all this, Sarah," she said in
	her soft-spoken voice.  "Please don't be," she urged, her liquid
	brown eyes reflecting concern.  "Gene here has explained everything
	to me and believe me, dear, I understand perfectly."

	Sarah gasped, her incredulous gaze shifting to her brother-in-law.
	Gene looked back at her with a smug expression on his thin face,
	obviously enjoying her discomfort.  "He did?" she asked in a high-
	pitched voice.  What right did Gene have telling anyone else about
	the photos?  He shouldn't have said anything about them to anyone.
	Sarah had thought he understood that.  Especially when she was going
	along with him, doing everything he wanted her to do in order to
	keep him silent!

	Fern nodded, her face softening.  "You mustn't be embarrassed by any
	of this, my dear," she assured.  "After all, it's perfectly
	understandable that you should be sexually frustrated after living
	with an impotent man for such a long time."

	Sarah's jade eyes widened as they slid back to Gene.  "Mike ...
	impotent?" she echoed, glaring at her brother-in-law.  "You mean you
	told her that?" she demanded in a shocked tone.

	"How else could I explain the fact that you're so hard up for sex?"
	Gene asked in an innocent voice, his eyes mocking.  His challenging
	gaze seemed to be asking a silent question.  Would you rather I tell
	her the ugly truth, dear sister-in-law?  That I'm MAKING you do all
	this because of some dirty pictures you posed for?

	"It's all right, Sarah," Fern said, misinterpreting the dark-haired
	girl's reaction.  "I know exactly how you must feel.  Just as I
	understand your natural curiosity about a homosexual experience.  I
	felt the same way once.  Before I converted to lesbianism."

	Sarah felt as if she were on an elevator that had just plummeted
	from the penthouse to the lobby in record time.  Her stomach lurched
	at the impact of the young woman's words.  Fern was a lesbian! And
	Gene expected Sarah to have sex with her! The thought of having
	anything to do with another woman made the shocked brunette's cheeks
	flame and her stomach churn with nausea.

	Noting her hostess' flaming face, Fern smiled reassuringly.  "It's
	going to be all right, Sarah," she assured.  "I'll make certain of
	that!" Sarah listened incredulously as the fine-featured blonde
	explained how Gene, knowing that Fern was a lesbian, told her all
	about his frustrated and curious sister-in-law, showing Fern the
	wedding photo he carried in his wallet.  Impressed by Sarah's sultry
	beauty, Fern eagerly offered her services.

	"You're about to cross the threshold leading to a new and beautiful
	experience, Sarah," Fern concluded.  "After today, you may not be
	troubled by your husband's inability to have sex with you." She gave
	Sarah a warm admiring look, her brown eyes settling on the
	voluminous breasts rising so proudly under her sweater.  "Like me,
	you may prefer women instead."

	Sarah's hand flew to her mouth.  "I ... I don't know ..."

	"Don't worry," Fern interrupted, silencing her with her slender
	hands.  "You don't have to make any decisions today.  And I won't
	pressure you either.  But if you do decide that you want to see me
	again, Sarah, Gene has my telephone number." She smiled warmly.  "I
	work as a cocktail waitress from six until three but you can reach
	me during the day."  Her voice deepened.  "If you want to, that is."

	Sarah lowered her eyes, her cheeks still burning. She felt her
	brother-in-law's eyes upon her and knew, even without looking up,
	that he was grinning.  Gene had a right to gloat, for he could not
	have chosen a more effective way of degrading her.  He must hate me
	even more than I hate him, she thought, fighting back tears.  To
	make me submit to something as perverse and unnatural as this!

	For a few frantic indecisive moments, Sarah wondered if she should
	make them leave, refuse to go along with Gene's bizarre scheme.  No
	wonder Fern was playing a willing part in this sordid affair.  The
	young woman was under the false impression that Sarah hungered for a
	lesbian experience.  But Sarah was not at all certain that she could
	force herself to submit to the sexual advances of another woman.
	Should she refuse to cooperate and risk the possibility of letting
	Gene tell Mike about her sordid past?  There was no doubt whatsoever
	in Sarah's mind that her brother-in-law would do just that.  And as
	quickly as he could.  The mental picture of her husband's shocked
	face, his hurt and disillusionment as he gazed at the lurid
	photographs that Sarah had posed for, however, told the distressed
	brunette that she had only one possible decision.  Her shoulders
	slumped in defeat.  "Well," she asked, turning to her smug-looking
	brother-in-law with an air of resignation.  "Shall we get this over
	with?"

	Gene's smile became a leer and his beady eyes narrowed with glee.
	This is gonna be good, he thought, licking his lips.  Not only do I
	get me a free sex show, I get to pay Sarah back for always actin' so
	high and mighty with me.  Cracking his knuckles, he eyed the two
	women, eager to see the pair in action.  Sarah ain't gonna be so
	uppity with me after today, he thought with perverse satisfaction.
	His lustful gaze traveled over the blackmailed young wife's ripe
	curves while his eager prick stiffened in anticipation.  After Fern
	was through with Sarah, Gene planned to have some fun with her as
	well.

	I already fucked her mouth, Gene mused, remembering how pleasurable
	his sister-in-law's warm grasping lips had felt around his swollen
	hunk of meat, how thoroughly she had sucked him off until he shot
	his steaming load into her mouth. But I ain't fucked her pussy.
	Gene planned to take care of that oversight today.  But first, he
	wanted to watch the beautiful blonde lesbian have her way with
	Sarah.  He had never seen two women make love before and the thought
	of having a live performance made his balls tighten.

	"Let's start out by gettin' to know each other better," Gene
	suggested, getting up to close the drapes.  Turning, he grinned at
	the two women while he tugged at his sweater.  "And I can't think of
	no better way to get friendly faster than in the shower!"

	Sarah sat unmoving while her brother-in-law quickly shed his clothes
	while the lovely blonde began to removed her dress.  It wasn't until
	Fern had stepped out of the garment, standing in front of them in
	just her sheer petticoat that Sarah's trembling hands began to
	fumble with her own clothing.  Knowing that she could no longer
	postpone the inevitable, the reluctant brunette peeled off her
	sweater and skirt.  By the time she was unhooking her bra, Gene and
	Fern were both completely nude.  Sarah's eyes quickly darted from
	her lanky brother-in-law, his growing erection swaying and bobbing
	menacingly, to the naked young woman beside him.  Sarah gasped at
	the undeniable beauty of Fern's long lithe form.  Her slender body
	was exquisite and Sarah could not help but stare.  Her figure was so
	different from her own.  While Sarah was tall and voluptuous, Fern
	was statuesque and willowy, almost regal in her bearing.  With her
	long golden hair billowing about her shoulders, the beautiful young
	woman reminded Sarah of some mythical goddess.

	Gazing hypnotically, Sarah removed her bra, spilling forth her
	magnificent boobs in naked splendor, the melonous mounds of firm
	flesh rising proudly.  The half-naked brunette saw the way Fern's
	liquid brown eyes flickered in warm appreciation as they lingered on
	her mammoth tits. Feeling her rosy nipples tighten into twin
	rosebuds, Sarah reached for the elastic waistband of her black lace
	panties, a strange inexplicable tingle coursing through her body.
	The back of her knees suddenly felt weak and the fuzz-covered mound
	between her legs fluttered softly.  Once she had shed her panties,
	Sarah stood in total nudity.  The open hunger in the blonde's face
	as she quickly appraised Sarah's delectable curves made the naked
	brunette's checks grow bright.

	"Ah, that's better," Gene praised in a husky voice, his eyes
	devouring the two tempting nudes. Gene's big joint felt hot, growing
	rapidly at the twin treat before him.  Sarah and Fern were such
	complete opposites that his hungry gaze slid from one naked female
	to the other, taking mental notes. Sarah's enormous tits were
	gorgeous, a good three times the size of Fern's, he quickly judged,
	licking his lips at the sight of the pale mountainous protrusions
	with the berrylike crests topping them. His beady eyes slid back to
	the fair-haired young woman.  But Fern had an understated beauty
	that made his extending prick throb just as hungrily. Although the
	tall blonde's breasts were small, the pale spheres were perfectly
	shaped, their delicate nipples jutting perkily.  Her waist was
	extremely small, accentuating the gentle curve of her hips. The
	bright tuft of her dark triangle made her fair skin appear almost
	alabaster by contrast.  Her parted legs were long and well-shaped
	and her pert little ass protruded saucily as she stood watching the
	horrified housewife, two bright spots of excitement dotting her high
	cheekbones.  Too bad Fern's queer, Gene thought with a twinge of
	regret, his fiery cock twitching in appreciation.  She'd make a real
	tasty piece!  "Now whaddya say we head for the bathroom!"

	Leading the way, Gene sauntered down the hall, his crimson cock
	bobbing in front of him.  Sarah and Fern followed, padding down the
	carpeted hallway in silence.  When the naked trio entered the
	bathroom, Gene slid the shower doors open to reach for the bright
	nozzles.  His pale buttocks jutting boldly at the two women, the
	lanky young man bent over the tub, the hairy slit of his asshole
	winking merrily.  He tested the temperature of the water, then
	switched the lever so that a fine spray came from the shower head.
	"Okay, gals," Gene announced, grinning over his shoulder.  "Ladies
	first."

	When Sarah shot Fern a hesitant glance, the beautiful blonde flashed
	an encouraging smile, gesturing for Sarah to go ahead of her.  Sarah
	turned to her brother-in-law and shot him a venomous look when she
	saw the salacious expression on his face. Taking a deep breath, she
	tensed and stepped into the glass enclosure.  Fern quickly followed,
	standing behind her.  Gene entered the stall last, closing the glass
	door behind him.  Sarah gasped at the feel of the warm spray upon
	her naked body.  Gene stood in front of the brunette so that she was
	nestled between him and the tall blonde.  Reaching for the bar of
	soap in the dish beside them, Gene rubbed the bar between his hands
	to create a foamy lather.  He gave the fragrant bar to his sister-
	in-law, ordering her to lather up.  "Soon as you get some suds, pass
	it on to Fern, sweetie."

	Sarah did as she was told, turning the slippery bar over in her
	hands until they were thick with foam.  As she turned around to give
	the bar to the woman behind her, Sarah suddenly uttered a small cry
	of protest.  For Gene's soapy hand had slid unexpectedly into the
	slit of her unsuspecting pussy.  "Feel good, Sarah?" he taunted, his
	fingers digging into the sensitive folds of her inner cunt.  "Spread
	your legs, sweetie, so I can get at you better."

	Feeling trapped, Sarah split her thighs, gasping at the feel of her
	brother-in-law's probing fingers.  They slid across the entire
	length of her parted slot, flicking across the nub of her clitoris
	before moving backward along the grooves and crevices of her open
	cunt, titillating and caressing.  The lather on his hands made his
	fingers slide easily and Sarah felt her gaping tissues swell in
	response to his probings.  A warm pleasant sensation swirled across
	her pelvis and her sensual lips parted.  The combination of the
	tingling spray of water on her shoulders and breasts along with
	Gene's exploring fingers was turning her on.  Ashamed of her
	reaction, the naked brunette tried to still the growing response of
	her body, the gentle throbbing that was starting between her
	outspread legs.  I'm not enjoying this! she tried to tell herself.
	This whole sordid affair is disgusting and humiliating.  But the
	steady palpitations of her stimulated cunt ignored her silent
	lecture, increasing in strength and tempo.  Her thigh muscles tensed
	when Gene forcefully thrust his forefinger up her vaginal opening,
	swirling it deliciously before withdrawing it to tease the tight
	ring of her inviolate anus.  He circled the puckered aperture
	several times, making Sarah suck in her breath.  No one had ever
	caressed her asshole before and the new sensation made her tingle
	with delight.  Even though she detested the man who was touching her
	tight sphincter muscle, Sarah could not control the quick response
	of her treacherous body.  She felt a stab of disappointment when
	Gene drew his hand away.  In moments, however, he was rubbing both
	his hands over the rounded curve of her buttocks, caressing and
	kneading the pale mounds of flesh with eager fingers.

	"You've sure got a nice ass, honey," he whispered in her ear as the
	fine spray of warm water kept splashing across their shoulders.
	"But don't you think Fern looks kinda lonesome?  Whaddya say you
	soap up those pretty little tits of hers."

	Even though Gene had chosen his words carefully, for the benefit of
	the phony story he'd given the willowy blonde, Sarah knew all too
	well that her brother-in-law had just issued a command.  And if she
	knew what was good for her, she better obey it. Sarah looked up to
	find herself gazing into the liquid brown eyes of the lovely blonde.
	The naked desire reflected there gave Sarah a strange feeling.  She
	lowered her eyes to the twin hills of femininity rising so
	delicately from Fern's bosom and felt an inexplicable flutter
	between her legs.  She had never touched a female breast before,
	even innocently. Now that she was about to caress another woman with
	the intent of bringing her physical pleasure, Sarah found herself
	becoming aroused.  The way her nineteen-year-old brother-in-law's
	hands were massaging her bare ass added fuel to the fires of her
	passion.  Her pussy throbbed with greater urgency and Sarah felt the
	warm nectar of her womanhood trickle from her vagina.

	"Don't be shy," Fem said in a velvety voice, a small smile curving
	her lovely lips.  "I want you to touch me, Sarah.  Just like I want
	to touch you."  Her dark eyes growing dreamy, the naked young woman
	reached down to cup her lathered hand over the curly mass of pubic
	hair between Sarah's outstretched legs.  The brunette gasped as
	Fern's hand applied pressure, then moved in slow sensuous circles,
	lovingly shampooing the voluptuous young woman's fuzzy cunt.  The
	fact that another female was touching her in such an intimate spot
	brought color to Sarah's cheeks.  Suddenly she longed to touch the
	beautiful blonde's exquisite breasts, to feel the soft mounds of
	forbidden flesh under her fingers.

	Moaning, Sarah's hands reached out to cup the twin globes.  The firm
	smooth flesh felt pleasant and Sarah found her hands moving in slow
	wet circles. Almost as if they possessed a will of their own, her
	fingers kneaded the ivory tits, creating a foamy lather that the
	shower spray quickly washed away. Fern's delicate nipples tightened
	under Sarah's ministrations and the excited brunette let her fingers
	slide across the pink rosettes.  The stiff nubs felt nice under her
	fingers, a totally new sensation, and Sarah was pleased at the way
	they rose in quick response. Eager to bring Fern greater pleasure,
	she opened her hands to aim her palms at each distended nipple.
	Moving her hands in quick circles, she rubbed her palms across each
	fiery nub.  She heard Fern gasp, then felt the blonde's fingers move
	downward to slip into the gaping folds of her inner pussy.  Sarah's
	legs trembled and she split them even further to accommodate the
	beauty's searching fingers.  While Fern fingered her throbbing cunt,
	Gene reached from behind to enclose Sarah's mammoth tits in his
	hands, kneading them vigorously, making her breath come in hot
	little gasps.  Sarah abandoned the palming of Fern's distended
	nipples in order to grasp her pert little breasts the way Gene was
	grasping hers, good and hard.  Whimpering, Sarah squeezed the twin
	hills of flesh enthusiastically, her excitement mounting.  She heard
	her brother-in-law chuckle in her ear but suddenly it did not matter
	that he was laughing at her.  Nothing mattered now except the
	wonderful way that Fern was exploring her throbbing pussy while Gene
	played with her tits. The combined carnal treat, along with the
	thrilling new experience of fondling another woman's breasts, was
	almost more than the excited brunette could bear.  Her heart pounded
	and her breathing grew ragged.  She forgot her solemn oath to
	refrain from displaying any signs of physical enjoyment in front of
	her vile brother-in-law.  She forgot everything but the frantic beat
	of her steaming cunt. Gene's fingers moved to her nipples, twisting
	and pinching the fiery nubs while Fern's fingers toyed with her oily
	slit.  Finding the stiff nub of her clitoris, the beautiful blonde
	squeezed it between her fingers. Sarah's hips began to move in
	heated circles while catlike mewlings came from her throat.
	Encouraged, the lovely blonde flicked her forefinger back and forth
	across the fiery nub until Sarah arched her back and cried out in
	orgasm, her hands still kneading Fern's breasts just as Gene was
	squeezing her big tits.  "Aghhhhhhh!" she cried, her pelvis bucking.

	"Did you cum good, honey?" Fern asked when at last the brunette's
	hips grew still and her heavy breathing subsided.

	"Sure she did," Gene answered, dropping his hands from his sister-
	in-law's delectable boobs. "Christ, couldn't you tell?  She was
	jerkin' so hard I could hardly hold onto her goddamn tits!"

	Fern looked pleased.  "See, Sarah?" she said, smiling at the
	brunette.  "Didn't I tell you it would be all right?  Just wait till
	I get you into bed, honey," she added, her dark eyes thick-lidded
	and bright with lust.  "I'm going to make you feel even better!"

	"Then what are we waitin' for?" Gene asked, turning the knobs to
	shut off the water.  He could scarcely wait for the show to begin.
	He opened the glass door and stepped onto the soft oval rug. "C'mon,
	ladies," he said, reaching for a towel.  "Let's get nice and dry,
	then head for the bedroom.  Here," he said, handing Sarah a towel as
	she emerged from the stall.  "You dry me first, then you and Fern
	can have a go at each other."

	Fern waited behind the sliding glass door while the naked brunette
	rubbed the towel across her brother-in-law's slender body.  A hot
	stab of jealousy ripped through her, making the willowy blonde even
	more determined to give Sarah a rich and satisfying sexual
	experience.  Sarah is much to good for a boor like Gene, Fern
	thought, her dark eyes focusing on the brunette's tempting ass.  I
	wonder what she sees in him anyway.  Sexually stimulated by the
	sight of Sarah's pale moons, the beautiful lesbian made up her mind
	to show the uninitiated young woman how satisfying a lesbian
	relationship could be.  Men are such clods, she thought, noting the
	goosebumps on Sarah's naked flesh.  All they think about is their
	own pleasure!

	When Sarah reached Gene's distended cock, the young man leered down
	at her.  "Make sure you dry my prick real good, sweetie," he said.
	"It's the most important part of my anatomy," he added with a
	chuckle.

	Sarah dropped to her knees, rubbing the turkish towel briskly across
	his crimson pole of masculinity, making it grow even more.  She
	derived no pleasure, however, from her submissive act.  Instead, she
	felt only contempt for the man who was forcing her to cater to his
	every whim.

	"Now do my balls!" he ordered, spreading his legs.  He grinned as
	his sister-in-law drew the towel back and forth across his swollen
	testicles.  "Kiss me!" he commanded, aiming his vast spear at her
	mouth.  The obvious discomfort on Sarah's face increased his
	pleasure.

	Feeling debased, the naked brunette lifted her face to plant a
	series of soft kisses upon his purple lust-bloated rod.  To kneel
	before her contemptible brother-in-law was humiliating in itself.
	But to do so in front of an audience was even worse. Painfully aware
	of Fern's presence, Sarah felt her cheeks flush with shame.  She
	must think I LIKE doing this, Sarah realized.  That Gene is my
	lover. The beautiful blonde had no inkling that Sarah actually
	despised her brother-in-law, that the unprincipled young man was
	forcing Sarah to make love to him.

	"My balls too," he said, gazing down at his nakedly squatting young
	woman with a triumphant grin.  He enjoyed having her completely at
	his mercy like this, waiting on him like an unpaid servant while
	Fern watched hungrily.  Not only did it feed his ego, but it also
	excited him to know that the naked blonde lusted for Sarah, that she
	was undoubtedly envious of the way the curvaceous brunette was
	slavering kisses upon his genitals. Fern probably wishes Sarah was
	kissin' her pussy instead of my prick and balls, he thought with a
	smirk.  But the impatient lesbian's turn, he knew, would soon come.
	From a spectator's point of view, Gene was almost as anxious as Fern
	was for that moment to arrive.

	Shuddering, Sarah lowered her reluctant lips to the prickly sacs
	dangling under Gene's distended joint, forcing herself to press them
	against his warm testes.  The scent of his masculinity touched her
	nostrils as she obeyed his command.  "Now dry my legs, honey," he
	told her.  "And make it snappy, 'cause Fern is gettin' all hot and
	bothered watchin' us."  After Sarah dutifully blotted her brother-
	in-law's spindly legs, the lanky young man stepped back, gesturing
	for Fern to come forward. "She's all yours, honey," he said with a
	salacious grin.

	As the statuesque blonde stepped from the shower, Gene handed both
	her and Sarah fresh towels.  "Go to it, dolls," he invited, his
	beady eyes bright with lust.

	Sarah turned to face the beautiful young woman, her enormous boobs
	tightening into melonous mounds of firm flesh.  Gene felt his hot
	penis lurch while he watched the two naked women rub their towels
	across each other's naked bodies.  This, he knew, was only the
	preliminaries. The real fun hadn't even started.  The slender young
	man was curious about the manner in which the two females would make
	love.  Is Fern gonna eat her cunt? he wondered, reaching down to
	grasp his distended rod.  And suck her tits?  Or is she going to
	shove her finger up her cunt?  Whatever Fern planned to do, Gene
	felt certain that Sarah would wind up enjoying herself.  Just as she
	had enjoyed herself minutes before in the shower.  No matter what my
	brother thinks of her, Sarah's really just a two-bit whore, he
	thought.  And once I have my fun with her, I'll make sure he finds
	that out.

	Once the two women had blotted their bodies dry, Gene hurried the
	naked pair into the master bedroom.  His vast hunk of meat twitching
	in hot anticipation for the show which was about to begin, he
	quickly lowered the bedspread, motioning for the two females to hop
	on the mattress.  "Seein' I brought you two together," he said with
	a lecherous smile, "I'm sure you won't mind if I watch."  He
	laughed, pulling the boudoir chair up to the side of the bed for a
	front-row view.  "Who knows, I might even learn somethin'!"

	Feeling apprehensive and self-conscious, Sarah lowered herself onto
	the bed, wondering what was in store for her.  Assuring her she'd be
	right back, the willowy blonde hurried into the livingroom to return
	with a large shoulder bag which she placed on the floor beside the
	bed.  "Roll over on your tummy, Sarah," Fern said in a soft voice,
	joining the curvaceous brunette in bed.  "While I try to massage
	some of the tension from your body."

	Sarah turned over on her stomach, the ripe curve of her pale
	buttocks rising saucily.  The naked blonde squatted on top of her
	with her parted pussy touching the small of Sarah's back.  The feel
	of Fern's fuzzy vulva lips and blossoming inner cunt against her
	bare skin was such a new sensation that Sarah felt a warm tingle
	course through her. Then the lovely blonde began to stroke her naked
	flesh, caressing and kneading the tight muscles of Sarah's back.  As
	Fern's gentle fingers moved downward, Sarah felt her rigid muscles
	relax.  She had never been massaged before and found it to be a
	pleasant experience despite the bizarre circumstances.  "Now turn
	over on your back," Fem instructed, her lips brushing the brunette's
	ear before she dismounted.

	Sarah did as she was ordered, her voluminous breasts rising
	majestically.  She saw the hungry way that the beautiful lesbian
	eyed her mammoth tits and the obvious lust in her dark eyes made
	Sarah's rosy nipples spring to life, blooming like twin rosebuds.
	Fern's warm gaze traveled from the vast mounds of femininity down
	the soft rise of Sarah's smooth abdomen to the dark triangle of down
	nestled between her legs.  Her lips parted, the naked blonde let her
	fingertips trace a gentle trail along the path her eyes were taking.
	Her touch was light and feathery like that of soft butterflies.
	Sarah felt a slow warmth creep across her pelvis as Fern's caressing
	fingers lowered to her smooth thighs. Goosebumps rose on her naked
	flesh at the other woman's touch.  "Spread your legs, honey," Fern
	asked, her voice breathless.

	Sarah turned her dark head to look at her brother-in-law who sat
	beside the bed, breathing hard while he fingered the gaping tip of
	his swollen penis.  His lust-bloated organ was magenta, deeply
	veined, and hotly quivering.  The shiny knoblike head glistened from
	the warm precoital juices that dribbled forth.  She caught Gene's
	eye and his warning look told her that she better do as Fern
	requested.  Feeling helpless, she split her legs apart to reveal the
	coralline tissues of her inner cunt. Exposing herself like this for
	another woman caused her cheeks to flame.  At the same time, an
	undeniable thrill shot through her, making her gaping pussy flutter
	deliciously.  What she was doing was perverse and scandalous but it
	was also forbidden and strangely exciting.  The fact that her
	brother-in-law was watching her obscene performance made it even
	more stimulating.  Now that the moment she had dreaded had finally
	arrived, to open the most intimate part of her anatomy to another
	woman, Sarah could not deny the humiliating fact that she was
	sexually aroused. She never thought it could happen, but it was
	happening right now.  She was being turned on by a member of her own
	sex!  She gasped at the feel of Fern's hands stroking her soft inner
	thighs.  Ripples of forbidden delight coursed through her when the
	lovely blonde lowered her hands to the fuzzy V between her
	outstretched legs to separate the hair-lined lips of her vulva.
	Sarah's bright inner pussy blossomed like delicate pink petals, the
	nub of her clitoris fluttering involuntarily as the telltale oils of
	her arousal trickled from her vaginal opening.

	"Mmmmmmmmm, what a juicy pussy you have, honey," Fern murmured in a
	husky voice, gazing dreamily at the lewdly parted tissues.  She saw
	a milky droplet of feminine syrup trickle from the brunette's secret
	slot and she licked her lips, hungry for the taste of the sweet
	nectar upon her hungry tongue.  Her eyes heavy lidded and glassy,
	the excited blonde lowered her head between Sarah's wide open legs.
	She heard Sarah's soft moan as her tongue darted out to flick across
	her sensitive cuntal tissues.  The smooth feel of the slick
	membranes upon her lingual member made the willowy young woman moan
	with joy.  The scent of Sarah's arousal graced her nostrils,
	stimulating her even more.  She smelled so sweet and clean and
	deliciously feminine.  The knowledge that the voluptuous brunette
	was uninitiated to the joys of lesbianism made Fern's own throbbing
	cunt drip with excitement.  It was always such a thrill to make love
	to a woman who was virginal.  To the devout lesbian, Sarah was every
	bit as much as a virgin as though she still had her cherry.
	Heterosexual experience did not count as far as she was concerned.
	After all, Fern had let men fuck her in the past too.  But it wasn't
	until she had first submitted to the embraces of another woman, that
	Fern felt her real sex life actually begin.

	Determined to make Sarah enjoy her introduction to female lovemaking
	as much as she herself had years before, Fern swirled her warm
	tongue up and down the entire length of Sarah's oily slit.  She let
	the pointed tip of her oral member jab and titillate, darting among
	the many folds and crevices lining the young woman's gaping pussy.
	She let her tongue slide up the brunette's oozing vagina, moving in
	vigorous circles before quickly withdrawing to travel down to the
	unsuspecting ring of her tight little anus.  She drew lazy circles
	around the sensitive sphincter muscles, feeling the split-legged
	young wife's hips jerk at her unexpected oral caress.  Fern's hot
	pussy was palpitating wildly as she tongued the dark-haired woman's
	widespread cunt.  Wet slurping sounds filled the room, accompanied
	by Sarah's heavy breathing.  A soft whimper escaped Sarah's throat
	when Fern's tongue returned to her heavily secreting split, pausing
	to apply sudden pressure on the swollen nub of her clitoris.

	Gene toyed with his hot pounding prick as he sat watching the two
	naked females perform.  The sight of the lovely blonde devouring his
	sister-in-law's gaping cunt and the wet slurping sounds of her
	swirling tongue had his balls churning as the open glans of his
	pulsating rod dribbled with excitement.  Christ, look at Fern eat
	her pussy, he thought, his thin face flushed.  And look at the way
	Sarah's enjoyin' it.  He grinned knowingly at the frantic jerks of
	his sister-in-law's pelvis, the erratic sounds of her breathing.  He
	saw the way her delectable nipples had risen into bright rigid
	nodules and knew, without a doubt, that Sarah was deriving intense
	pleasure from the lesbian's voraciously lapping tongue.  Just as he
	knew that later, when Sarah had regained her senses, she would be
	thoroughly humiliated by the knowledge that he had observed her
	forbidden enjoyment.  An ugly smile tugged at his lips.  By the time
	he was through with his sister-in-law, Gene knew that she would have
	virtually no secrets from him.  Gene would know all her secret
	lusts, her deepest and most perverse sexual desires.  Yes, he would
	see that Sarah was thoroughly exposed and debased before he blew the
	whistle on her to his unsuspecting brother!

	Her breath coming in excited gasps, Sarah no longer cared that what
	she was doing was thought to be unnatural and wrong.  Just as she no
	longer cared that the man she detested was watching her heated
	response.  All that mattered now was the marvelous sensations
	tearing through her naked body, thanks to the beautiful blonde
	female whose head was nestled between her lewdly splayed legs. Her
	steaming cunt was swollen and throbbing, leaking profusely.  Her
	creamy nectar flowed from her palpitating slit to be quickly lapped
	up by Fern's slithering tongue.  Being fucked and eaten like this
	was wonderful, glorious!  The fact that a member of the same sex was
	bringing her such carnal pleasure only fanned the flames of her
	passion.  Her belly was a feverish mass of hot physical sensation.
	Her split legs trembled and her hips moved in sporadic jerks.
	Catlike mewlings, came from her throat, and her head tossed back and
	forth on the pillow.  Oh what wonderful things Fern's tongue was
	doing as it slithered up and down the throbbing length of her
	secreting pussy hole.  At maddening intervals, the warm lingual
	member darted up her slick vagina, driving her wild with passion.

	Splitting her legs so far apart that her thigh muscles ached, the
	lust-crazed young woman reached down to entwine her fingers through
	her lover's long golden tresses.  She twisted and tugged at the
	woman's hair in a frenzied effort to draw her head closer, to claim
	even more of her wonderful spiraling oral member.  "Oh fuck, fuck!"
	she cried in a high-pitched voice, swirling her hips in the air.
	Fiery bursts of pleasure shot through her naked body as Fern's
	talented tongue continued to treat her pounding cunt.  Every cell in
	the panting brunette's luscious body responded to the artful
	ministrations of the beautiful blonde whose face was buried between
	her trembling legs.  Sarah could not imagine a more marvelous
	sensation than the feel of Fern's long lingual member laving the
	leaking length of her steaming slit, darting up the spongy depths of
	her cavernous cuntal tunnel before withdrawing to swirl among her
	gaping petals to cleanse her sensitive tissues of the milky nectar
	that flowed so copiously from her slick vagina.

	She whimpered in protest when the lesbian suddenly lifted her head
	from between her legs to move to the side of the bed.  "Don't stop!"
	Sarah begged, lifting her hips hungrily.  "Oh, please keep sucking
	me!"

	"I will, honey," Fern assured in a throaty voice, reaching down to
	remove something from her purse.  "In a way that you'll like even
	better!"  With that, the beautiful blonde aimed a rubber dildo at
	the brunette's pleading pussy.  Fern saw Sarah's oily slit part
	lasciviously as she pushed the immense knobby tip into her oozing
	aperture.  At first, she had difficulty in making Sarah's cuntal
	opening stretch wide enough to accommodate the massive head.  After
	a slight hesitation, however, the brunette's flowing slit opened
	wide to receive the huge dildo.  Her own pussy palpitating wildly at
	the knowledge of the supreme pleasure she was about to bring to the
	salaciously split-legged young woman in front of her, Fern shoved
	the big dildo into her creamy aperture, watching the greedy manner
	in which her eager pussy swallowed the plastic organ.  "How's this,
	honey?" she asked in a ragged voice, fucking the young woman's slick
	canal with well-practiced expertise.

	"Oooooohhh!" Sarah cried as the incredible rubber prick invaded her
	milky tunnel of love.  "Oh Jesus!" she gasped, feeling the vast
	object crowd her wet cavern.  Whatever Fern was fucking her with, it
	was even bigger than her husband's huge cock.  She felt the walls of
	her vagina widen in order to receive the immense invader.  "Oh
	Christ, what is it?" she gasped, growing lighthearted at the mind-
	blowing new experience her pussy was being subjected to.

	"A dildo, Sarah," Fern told her, her voice breathless.  "A super-
	size imitation prick.  Just relax, sweetie," she urged, her cunt
	leaking with excitement.  The massive object she was forcing into
	the brunette's uninitiated slit was Fern's very favorite dildo, the
	one she most loved to be fucked with.  It had brought the beautiful
	lesbian countless hours of sexual joy and she knew, from experience,
	just how glorious it felt as it slowly disappeared into her secret
	depths.

	Holy shit!  Gene thought, his eyes widening at the unbelievable size
	of the rubber organ being rammed into his sister-in-law's cock-
	starved cunt. Will you look at the size of that fuckin' thing!
	Breathing hard, he craned his neck for a better view of Sarah's
	violated slit, wondering if the massive intruder would split her in
	two.  He dug the tip of his forefinger into the open glans of his
	hot bubbling penis, his excitement mounting at the perverse
	activity.  His quivering rod was pounding and his balls felt tight
	and heavy under the weight of their turgid cargo.

	The huge dildo soon filled Sarah's cuntal opening to full capacity
	with inches to spare. Giving the sex-gadget a hearty push, Fern sent
	it pumping against the mouth of the brunette's womb, causing hot
	bursts of masochistic pleasure to explode inside her.  Sarah emitted
	a guttural cry, bright flashes of luminous color whirling in her
	head.  She did not think that she could bear the immensity of the
	artificial cock another second.  It was so incredibly huge that her
	violated vagina was stretched to a new diameter, protesting with a
	heavy junglelike beat.  "Oh stop!" she gasped, drawing her knees up
	sharply.  But Fern ignored her plea, slowly withdrawing the plastic
	object until all but the very tip of its massive head was protruding
	from her screaming tunnel.  The fake cock was coated with the oils
	of her femininity, glistening wetly as it emerged from her aching
	pussy.  Her cheeks flushed, Fern shoved the dildo in again, pushing
	harder this time.  Sarah arched her back as the imitation prick
	pounded her tender cervix, making her head spin.  "Oh please!" she
	gasped, her legs trembling.  But Fern withdrew it again, faster this
	time, only to more forcefully ram once more. Again and again she
	fucked the helpless brunette with the artificial penis, ignoring her
	cries of protest.

	As the merciless invasions continued, it wasn't long before Sarah's
	cries altered, changing from cries of pain to undeniable cries of
	pleasure.  The knees she had drawn up opened wide and her pelvis
	began to move in vigorous circles.  Her full lips parted and her
	eyes were practically closed.  The bright nipples of her uplifted
	breasts rose majestically, aiming at the ceiling while the melonous
	mounds of pale fresh surrounding them tightened into firm hills of
	excitement.  Sweat formed on her naked body as she worked in frantic
	harmony with the lesbian's persistent fuckings. Suddenly, she could
	not get enough of the fierce poundings.  She lifted her hips in
	sporadic jerks, trying to grasp even more of the magnificent dildo.
	But the rubber object was immersed as deeply into her pounding
	vagina as it would go, bumping into her cervix at every invasion.
	Sarah's sweating body was on fire.  Perspiration ran down the sides
	of her face and along her scalp, making her hair curl into damp
	ringlets around her face.  "Oh fuck, fuck!" she shrieked, responding
	wildly.  "Deeper, harder!" Fern obeyed her command, ramming her
	viciously with the imitation penis.

	To increase the brunette's pleasure, the beautiful lesbian reached
	down to flick her fingers across the stiff bud of Sarah's clitoris.
	The fiery nub grew crimson under her touch and Sarah's hips spun
	even more crazily.  "Rip me apart!" she screamed, panting heavily.
	Her whole body was bathed in perspiration and the bed creaking under
	the weight of her heavy thrashings.  The double treat of being so
	cruelly fucked and having her sensitive clitoris teased proved too
	much for the excited brunette. Suddenly she cried out in wild
	abandon, her hands clawing at the bedding.  "Aghhhhhh!" she cried,
	bucking and thrashing on the bed like a fish out of water.  The
	saturated walls of her tormented vagina rippled and convulsed in
	great pulsating waves of carnal ecstasy as a soul-searching orgasm
	tore through Sarah's hotly quivering body.  At last, her spastic
	jerkings subsided and her sated body grew still.

	"Did I make you happy, Sarah?" Fern asked, her dark eyes glittering
	as she withdrew the dildo from the brunette's contented pussy.

	"Oh yesssssss," she murmured, gazing down at the lovely blonde who
	had just given her such carnal pleasure.  "It was wonnnnderfulll!"

	"Then make me happy too, honey," she begged, rising on her knees to
	spread the lips of her fuzzy vulva, exposing the glistening
	coralline tissues within, the bright bud of her clitoris beckoning.
	"Fuck me the way I just fucked you.  Oh please, Sarah!  Shove the
	dildo deep into my cunt!"

	Sarah gazed at the naked pleading lesbian with a warm rush of
	emotion consuming her.  Fern had made her feel good.  Her body was
	still tingling from the vigorous fucking she'd just given her.
	Suddenly Sarah wanted to do the same thing for her, to give the
	beautiful blonde the same intense physical pleasure that she herself
	had just enjoyed. Breathing hard, the two women reversed positions.
	Fern rolled over on her back as Sarah quickly knelt between her legs
	just as Fern had done moments earlier.  Now it was Fern's turn to
	receive just as Sarah had under the lesbian's artful ministrations.
	The beautiful blonde had given Sarah so much, brought her body to
	such new and inconceivable heights.  Now it was her turn.  "Spread
	your legs, honey," Sarah said in a thick unnatural voice, strangely
	excited at the obscene act she was about to perform.  She lifted the
	enormous dildo from the bed, noting the way it was still coated with
	the syrups of her femininity.

	"Put it in!" Fern begged, splitting her long legs wide.  "I want to
	feel your hot pussy juices blend with mine!"

	Sarah did as she urged, rubbing the shimmering tip of the massive
	pseudo-cock in wet uncertain circles until she found the right
	opening.  Fern's eager aperture sucked at the huge dildo hungrily,
	quickly swallowing its mushroomlike head.  She must be all stretched
	out from it, Sarah thought, noting the ease with which the blonde's
	grasping vagina accepted the invading rubber object.  She must fuck
	with it all the time!

	"Oh fuck me hard!" Fern begged, lifting her hips.  Sarah pushed at
	the dildo, feeling it stop when it struck the lesbian's cervix.  She
	quickly withdrew the rubber organ, fucking the willowy blonde with
	the same fervor that she herself had been treated to.  Thoroughly
	familiar with the oversize dildo, Fern's wet cunt sucked greedily,
	her saturated tissues clinging to the object with each withdrawal.
	Sarah went at her with gusto, fascinated by the ability of her slick
	tunnel to consume the vast sex-gadget.  Fern's pelvis whirled
	frantically and her lips parted, baring her pearly teeth.  "Oh
	that's good!" she moaned, lifting her hips to meet each forceful
	inward thrust.  "You fuck good, sweetie!"

	His fiery prick ready to explode at the carnality taking place just
	inches away, Gene could contain himself no longer.  Breathing
	heavily, he rose from the chair, his beady eyes focused on Sarah's
	uplifted ass as she bent over the naked blonde, totally intent on
	fucking her pussy with the rubber prick.  Gene hurried to the foot
	of the bed, his steaming cock aching with lust.  Scrambling up on
	the mattress, he positioned himself directly behind his sister-in-
	law, eyeing the tempting slit of her wide open vagina.  Aiming the
	bubbling tip at the slick opening, he thrust his swollen rod into
	her cunt-smeared slot, his testicles slapping her buttocks.

	"Oooooooohhhhhhhh!" she cried, ramming the dildo in even further at
	the unexpectedness of her brother-in-law's warm joint spearing her
	pussy.  His hands slid down to cup her large dangling breasts while
	he fucked in and out of her with ball-slapping enthusiasm.  He
	kneaded her firm tits, then reached down to pluck at her nipples,
	twisting and pinching the rosy nubs.  His punishing fingers sent
	fiery tingles of pleasure coursing through Sarah's mammoth tits.
	The way he was punishing her hot rosettes made her tender nipples
	ache with simultaneous pain and pleasure.  This was the way Sarah
	longed for her husband to toy with her big boobs.  "Mmmmmmmm," Sarah
	moaned, "that feels goood!"  The dual carnal treat of having the
	bright tips of her breasts so deliciously manipulated and her pussy
	pounded savagely from the rear made the hot juices of her womanhood
	flow once again.  It had been such an incredibly long time since she
	had been screwed like this.  Not since the days of her secret
	modeling career.  This was one of the many ways the lovely brunette
	longed to have her husband shove his thick penis into her.  The feel
	of a swollen cock ramming her from such a sharp angle made the warm
	hunk of meat seem even bigger, more demanding.  Her cunt throbbing
	in heated response, Sarah wriggled her pale moons excitedly, lifting
	her bare ass high in the air.  "Oh keep fucking!" she begged,
	pushing her ass backward to meet her brother-in-law's every pounding
	forward thrust.  "And keep pinching my tits!  Squeeze harder!"  In
	her excitement, the panting brunette automatically shoved the huge
	rubber dildo in and out of the split-legged lesbian's drooling pussy
	with renewed vigor.

	"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" Fern moaned, lifting her pelvis and whirling-it
	in sporadic circles.  "Deeper, faster!"  Her pulpy throbbing canal
	sucked greedily each time the pseudo-prick disappeared into its
	inner depths, then clung lovingly on each withdrawal.  Seeing the
	lustful expression on the brunette's flushed face as her brother-in-
	law twisted and tugged at the ends of her big boobs while he speared
	her pussy from behind stimulated the lesbian even more.  Her
	violated aperture pulsated wildly, her responsive body climbing
	faster and faster toward the apex of physical sensation.

	Gene grunted, sweat trickling down his naked torso as he pounded the
	voluptuous woman in front of him.  He could hear the beautiful
	lesbian's heated moans and outcries as well as his sister-in-law's
	wanton pleas.  The raggedness of their labored breathing, the wet
	sucking noises of Fern's grasping vagina, and the slapping sounds of
	Gene's huge testicles spanking Sarah's uplifted asscheeks also
	filled the air.  Gene's fiery prick pounded furiously, thrilling to
	the luscious wetness of Sarah's cuntal opening, the stimulating feel
	of her cervix bumping the bubbling tip of his crimson rod with each
	vigorous fuck.  "Feel good, baby?" he asked, panting in her ear.

	"Oh yesssssss!" she responded, wiggling her ass as she shoved the
	massive dildo into the blonde's creamy slot.

	"Like the way I fuck?"

	"Yesssssss!" she replied, hot bursts of carnal sensation tearing
	through her flaming body.

	"Deeper, harder!" Fern begged, opening her long legs farther while
	she swirled her hips high in the air.  "Oh fuck me, fuck me!"

	The realization that all three of them were thrilling to carnal
	delights at the same time made Gene's pistoning cudgel swell to the
	bursting point. He'd never been part of such a mind-blowing orgy
	before, and now he could no longer contain himself.  His flying
	fingers flicked away at Sarah's pointed nipples mercilessly.
	Hurling his slender hips forward in a few final jerks, his pummeling
	rod suddenly exploded within Sarah's oily depths, sending a shower
	of hot semen splattering against the walls of her slick vagina.  "Oh
	Christ!" he cried, His sweating body bucking wildly.  "I'm cumming
	Aghhhhhhh!"

	The increased fervor of his violent fuckings, as well as the
	unrelenting way he was torturing her breasts, brought the bent
	brunette to the same feverish pitch like the young man positioned
	behind her.  Crying out in wild abandon, Sarah rammed the dildo deep
	into the blonde's starved pussy while her own vaginal walls rippled
	and convulsed in another powerful orgasm.

	The final thrust of the massive dildo was so powerful that Fern
	arched her back, suspended in midair for a few breathtaking moments
	while blinding kaleidoscopes of color whirled within her head.  Then
	her naked body jerked and bucked as she emitted a high-pitched
	catlike wail.  The bed shook as all three surrendered themselves to
	shattering orgasms, their naked sweating bodies working in unholy
	unison.

	At last, the wailing ceased and their bodies grew still.  Sarah
	collapsed on top of the sated lesbian while her brother-in-law fell
	on top of both of them in a crumpled heap.  While Gene's spent penis
	emptied the last of its fiery contents into his sister-in-law's
	contented cunt, the three of them lay panting.  A rapturous
	expression graced the lesbian's beautiful face as she lay with the
	oversize dildo still protruding from her purring satisfied pussy.
	It was not until their labored breathing diminished and their
	heartbeats had returned to normal, that the naked trio drew apart.

	While Gene got up to go to the washroom, Fern withdrew the nectar-
	coated dildo from her dripping cunt.  "That was fabulous, Sarah,"
	she said, turning to smile at the curvaceous brunette. Her voice
	grew husky and her lips curved into a dreamy smile.  "I hope we see
	each other again, honey," she added.  "I'll be waiting to hear from
	you!"

	Although Sarah said nothing, she knew that she would never contact
	the beautiful lesbian.  True, Sarah had enjoyed the young woman's
	sexual attentions but she was thoroughly ashamed of herself for
	having done so.  All she wanted to do now was to forget all about
	what had taken place here this morning, to blot the entire incident
	from her mind.  She had done what her vile brother-in-law had forced
	her to do and she was not proud of the part she had played in
	today's perverse orgy.  And she hated the way her body had betrayed
	her once again by responding to the lewd activity.  Now that her
	passion was spent, her sanity returned and her face flamed with
	shame and humiliation.  Maybe this will be the end of it, she hoped,
	biting her lip.  Maybe now Gene will be satisfied.

	But Sarah would soon learn otherwise.  When Gene would bring along
	his roommate Lenny the following Wednesday!

Chapter 6

	The physical satisfaction that Sarah derived from the illicit sex
	acts she'd engaged in with her brother-in-law and his lesbian friend
	was short-lived.  Once her lust-crazed body had been satisfied,
	guilt rushed in to settle over her like a dark cloud.  It was a
	familiar feeling for the lovely brunette.  She had felt exactly the
	same way after each pornographic session she had posed for during
	the time of her mother's illness.  Although the voluptuous young
	woman had responded enthusiastically during the lurid filmings, the
	warm glow of her body never endured.  Once her passion was spent and
	her mind, rather than her body, was in control again, Sarah was
	always throughly ashamed of her wild response.  Still, she simply
	could not stop herself from enjoying the forbidden sexual acts she
	participated in for the camera. Right or wrong, she liked the feel
	of a warm mouth against her breasts and she could not prevent the
	delicious tingles of pleasure from rippling through her when some
	man sucked voraciously, anymore than she could keep her legs from
	splitting wide and trembling with excitement whenever a talented
	tongue slid across the sensitive throbbing tissues of her gaping
	pussy.  Having her cunt eaten was a marvelous sensation, one that
	Sarah enjoyed thoroughly.  Yes ... and she loved sucking cock too.
	And being fucked in all kinds of thrilling and imaginative
	positions.  Surely she was oversexed, Sarah thought for the
	hundredth time.  Why else would she respond so heatedly to the
	lickings, suckings, and fuckings she was paid to indulge in with
	strangers years before?

	Just as she had enjoyed herself with the brother-in-law she
	despised.  Even though Gene had forced her to submit to his
	outrageous sexual demands, Sarah had wound up bucking and thrashing
	about in thrilling orgasm.  And now, she had reached the lowest of
	lows for she had engaged in lesbianism and so thoroughly enjoyed her
	perverse acts.  Fern's mouth and tongue had felt marvelous between
	her outspread legs.  How could she help but respond?  And so had the
	incredibly huge dildo the lesbian had fucked her with.  It was even
	more thrilling than the battery-operated vibrator that Sarah kept
	hidden in her dresser drawer.  Just thinking about how the massive
	pseudo-prick had prodded her secret depths, hurting and exciting her
	at the same time, made Sarah's cunt throb with forbidden desire.
	Still, the voluptuous young woman was plagued with guilt. Would the
	day ever come, she wondered, when she would enjoy sex without
	carrying a heavy burden of guilt afterward?  Admittedly, she never
	felt dirty or ashamed after Mike made lover to her.  But she never
	really achieved a very powerful orgasm with her husband either.

	In an effort to atone for her secret and shameful acts, Sarah was
	more indulgent than ever with her family.  She spent extra hours
	with her daughter and she pampered her husband by serving elaborate
	meals.  Even that, however, did not still the small inner voice that
	plagued Sarah.  I don't deserve a fine man like Mike, she agonized.
	Thank God he doesn't know what I'm really like.  Sarah cringed
	whenever she thought about the shocking and lewd acts she'd
	performed since her brother-in-law started his terrible game of
	sexual blackmail.  And her cheeks burned with shame when she
	recalled her own wanton enjoyment.

	Although she was filled with distaste whenever she thought about
	what was to take place on the next encounter with her brother-in-law
	while her unsuspecting husband was working at the shop, Sarah felt
	certain that this would be one time when her body would not betray
	her.  Lenny, Gene's roommate, was so repulsive to Sarah that she
	shuddered just thinking about what was in store for her.  I could
	never enjoy sex with a fat slob like Lenny she thought, goosebumps
	rising on her flesh.  Even though her cold-hearted brother-in-law
	was humiliating her by forcing her to have sex with his disgusting
	friend, at least Sarah would not humiliate herself by responding.
	With a man as disgusting as Lenny, she felt certain that she would
	feel nothing except revulsion.

	Even though Sarah could think of nothing else, Gene phoned to remind
	her of their upcoming date.  "And be nice to Lenny," he warned.
	"He's my best friend, understand?  And the poor guy don't score too
	often.  Broads always give him the brush and he's long overdue for a
	good time, know what I mean?"

	Sarah sighed into the phone, for she knew what he meant, all right.
	"Look, Gene," she said in a tired voice.  "Just when is all this
	going to end? Haven't I done more than enough already?"

	Gene laughed mirthlessly.  "Almost, sweetie, almost.  Show my pal a
	real good time tomorrow and that'll just about even the score.  Just
	one more private session with you and me then that's it, okay?
	After that, I'll forget all about those pictures."

	Hope fluttered within the brunette's breasts. "You mean it?" she
	asked, her hand tightening on the receiver.

	"I give my word," he said, his lips curling into a sneer that she
	could not see.

	Unaware of how worthless her brother-in-law's word really was, Sarah
	was determined to get through Wednesday morning's ordeal without
	revealing her inner disgust.  Pretty soon this whole ugly mess will
	be over, she reminded herself whenever shivers of distaste rippled
	through her. No matter what I have to do with Lenny, it'll be worth
	it.  Then things can get back to normal around here.

	It wasn't until Gene and his obese friend actually showed up,
	however, that the well-stacked brunette learned just how much was to
	be expected of her.  "Lenny's always had this secret fantasy,
	Sarah," Gene explained, taking off his jacket while the unattractive
	young man beside him stared at Sarah in slack-mouthed fascination.
	"And I told him you'd be more than happy to act it out for him."

	Sarah's eyes moved to her brother-in-law's roommate who clutched a
	small paper sack, his puffy eyes glittering with excitement.  "What
	... what kind of fantasy?" she asked, feeling her body tense.

	The two men exchanged glances, then grinned at each other before
	returning their gaze to the lovely brunette.  "You'll see," Gene
	answered cheerfully. "Now, whaddya say we all get undressed and get
	right down to business?  Somethin' tells me this is gonna be fun!"
	he added, moving to close the livingroom drapes.

	In moments, the unlikely trio was completely nude.  Icy fingers
	crept along Sarah's spine at the eager way in which Lenny's eyes
	devoured her naked body.  Bright splotches of color dotted his
	fleshy cheeks as his eyes wandered over her, sliding from the twin
	hills of femininity, with their delectable pink nipples, to the dark
	triangle of fuzz nestled between her legs.  "Jeez, you sure are
	built!" he praised, the lust-bloated prick protruding from between
	his heavy thighs, bubbling in warm appreciation.

	Sarah was unable to return the compliment.  The young man's body was
	a shapeless mass of pasty flesh.  His breasts were so layered with
	fat that they swelled like those of a girl in puberty.  Rolls of
	blubber encircled his thick waist and his stomach bulged like that
	of a middle-aged man.  Compared to her lean brother-in-law, the
	naked young man's obesity seemed even more evident.

	"Into the kitchen everybody," Gene ordered. "And don't forget your
	equipment, Lenny," he reminded.  The young man's dimpled asscheeks
	jiggled loosely as he hurried to the sofa to get his paper sack.
	His distended rod leading the procession, Gene headed for the
	kitchen, quickly lowering the shades.  "Up on the table, dear
	sister-in-law," he instructed, removing the sugar bowl to place it
	on the counter.  When Sarah just stared, he gave her bare ass a
	playful slap.  "Move, doll," he said, snapping his fingers.  "One of
	Lenny's favorite fantasies includes a kitchen table, right, pal?"

	His fat friend grinned and nodded his head, his dark hair swinging
	back and forth in greasy strands. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice
	breathless as he watched the voluptuous brunette climb up on the
	table.  "I always wanted to fuck a broad right smack in the middle
	of a kitchen table."  His swollen cock bobbed and swayed between his
	thick thighs, its color deepening.  "While another guy watched," he
	added, grinning lewdly at his roommate.

	Gene grinned back.  "Well, Sarah here is your broad, Lenny," he
	said.  "And I'm your audience. So go to it, pal."

	"Lay down, honey," Lenny said, approaching the table where Sarah
	sat, her melonous breasts protruding enticingly.  "And spread your
	legs apart so I can see your pussy."

	Sarah saw Gene hand his blubbery friend the paper sack.  Dreading
	what was ahead, the naked brunette did as he asked, lowering her
	head.  Her enormous tits rose proudly, their pink rosebuds aiming
	for the ceiling.  Sighing softly, she split her thighs, exposing the
	coralline tissues of her inner cunt.  As she lay on the table,
	split-legged and expectant, she heard the rattle of the paper sack,
	then felt something cool touch her mound of Venus.  "Ohhhhh," she
	gasped, her body tensing.

	"It's just jam, sweetie," Gene informed her in an amused voice.

	"Yeah, strawberry jam!" Lenny added, his pudgy fingers smearing the
	bright confection along the fuzzy lips of the brunette's vulva.  "My
	favorite!"  Sarah's widely splayed legs quivered when Lenny's
	fingers moved across the sensitive bud of her clitoris, coating the
	tiny nodule with the thick substance.  The jam felt pleasantly cool
	on her warm membrances and a ripple of unexpected pleasure coursed
	through her naked body.  Lenny dipped a spoon into the jar for more
	of the sweet substance before returning his jam-coated fingers to
	the gaping slit between her widespread legs.  Her lips parted at the
	feel of his gooey fingers sliding along the length of her pussy,
	digging into the many grooves and crevices of her open slit to coat
	every secret hollow.

	"Oh!" she cried, when his fingers darted up the slot of her vagina,
	swirling around to coat her inner walls with strawberry jam.  Sarah
	had never had a foreign substance introduced into her secret cavern
	before and the novelty of the act made her hollow throb in quick
	response.  The rosy tips of her mammoth breasts rose into hard
	points and her pelvis lifted ever so slightly.

	Gene caught the soft rise of her hips, the unmistakable way her
	bright nipples hardened. "Feel good, Sarah?" he taunted, leaning
	against the counter.  Seeing his friend smear the bright confection
	onto his sister-in-law's gaping cunt made his vast pole of manhood
	throb deliciously. Grinning at the lewd performance, he reached down
	to grab his distended joint, rubbing it back and forth between his
	fingers, stimulating himself even more.

	Sarah's hips jerked again when Lenny's finger left her vaginal
	opening to spoon more jam onto her widespread pussy before returning
	to attack her anus.  His pudgy fingers circled the tight ring
	several times, teasing it deliciously before darting up inside.
	Sarah sucked in her breath at the sudden invasion.  She squirmed as
	his jam-coated finger climbed higher and higher, digging into the
	tight aperture, smearing its walls with the sweet preserve.  The
	throbbing of her lewdly displayed cunt grew harder and the jam-
	covered nub of her clitoris began to swell.  Lenny's spiraling
	finger hurt, but at the same time it brought her a new kind of
	pleasure as well.  Although the tight ring of her violated anus
	puckered and winked in protest, the bright folds of her gaping pussy
	swelled in heated response.

	Oh God, Sarah thought, her naked body writhing on the table.  I
	actually LIKE this!  God help me, his sticky fingers feel GOOD!
	Even though she hated hersef for responding, the naked brunette
	could not stop her pelvis from rising, moving in slow sensuous
	circles.  "Mmmmmm," she moaned, her eyes growing dreamy as Lenny's
	probing finger continued to invade her rectum. "That's niiice!"  The
	warm syrup of her arousal flowed forth, oozing from her sticky slot
	to blend with the strawberry jam.

	Stimulated even more by the lovely brunette's obvious pleasure, the
	obese young man withdrew his finger.  Suddenly, touching Sarah's
	parted pussy wasn't enough.  He wanted to taste it as well.  "This
	is gonna feel even nicer!" he promised before lowering his face
	between her legs.

	Sarah cried out at the pressure of his warm lips against her jam-
	covered cunt.  Lenny's tongue darted out to swirl up and down the
	length of her secreting throbbing slit, gathering the ambrosial
	substance from its many crevices.  The naked young man tasted the
	nectar of her femininity as well as the strawberry jam and the sweet
	combination made his lust-bloated hunk of meat pound hotly. Mmmmmm,
	what a sweet pussy, he thought, his tongue slavering among the wet
	folds.  When he came upon the slit of her flowing vagina, his tongue
	poked its way among the creamy tissues to lap up the jam his fingers
	had deposited there. Diluted by the cuntal juices of her arousal,
	the distinctive flavor was highly pleasing to the young man's taste
	buds.  Once he had cleansed her feminine aperture of its nectar,
	Lenny's oral member sought the tight ring of Sarah's anus. Grabbing
	her thighs to split her legs even futher, the over-weight young man
	sent his long oral member far up into the tight opening, swirling it
	around.  Once he had lapped up the sweet confection he had placed in
	Sarah's rectum, he withdrew his tongue to grin up at the naked
	brunette, his face smeared with jam and femanine secretions.

	"Now for your tits!" he panted, reaching once again for the jar of
	strawberry jam.  Moving to Sarah's bosom, he dipped the spoon into
	the jar to deposit a generous portion of the flavorful spread on
	each of her uplifted nipples.  Setting the jar on the floor, Lenny
	bent over the table to lift a savory rosette into his edger mouth.
	Sucking voraciously, his pudgy hands kneaded at the firm hills of
	flesh surrounding the delectable tip.  Mmmmmm, what a tasty pair of
	knockers, he thought, his big balls churning.

	Watching his friend devour the jam-coated nipple proved too much for
	Gene.  His hot shaft of masculinity was pounding furiously and his
	lips hungered for the same carnal treat that his roommate was
	enjoying.  Moving quickly, Gene circled around to the opposite side
	of the table, bending his slender body over his sister-in-law's
	other luscious mound of femininity.  Drawing the jam-coated nipple
	into his mouth, he drew on it vigorously while his fingers dug into
	her warm flesh.  Even though he had little use for Sarah, Gene had
	to admit that she had a gorgeous pair of boobs.

	Sarah arched her back, moaning in ecstasy.  Oh, it felt so heavenly
	to be sucked like this by two hungry mouths.  This was the best
	going over her aching tits had ever received.  Her distended nipples
	felt as if they were about to be torn off but she did not want the
	delicious suckings to cease.  Her entire pelvic area swirled hotly
	while her clitoris caught fire again, rising from its hooded refuge.
	"Suck, suck!" she cried in wild abandon, writhing on the table.
	"Oh, it feels marrrvelousss!"

	Hearing her wanton plea made Lenny's deeply veined organ ache with
	need, a need that could no longer be denied.  Whimpering, he lifted
	his mouth from her breast to climb up on the table.  His breathing
	grew even more labored at the physical exertion.  Panting, he
	straddled the naked brunette, then yanked her legs apart.  The sight
	of his friend still sucking away on Sarah's uplifted tit only added
	to the heat of his lust.  His semen-packed balls pounded, demanding
	release.  His fingers shaking, Lenny grabbed his thick shaft and
	poked it wetly and uncertainly among the slippery folds of her
	pussy.  Then finding the right aperture, his blood-filled organ
	slipped inside.  The wetness of her grasping cunt felt wonderful and
	he fucked fast and hard, ramming his vastness into her with all the
	strength he possessed.  His beloved sexual fantasy was becoming
	reality at last.  He was actually fucking a beautiful woman on top
	of a kitchen table!  All he needed to make it complete was a pair of
	observing eyes.  "Watch us, Gene," he gasped, his hips jerking back
	and forth, making the table shake.  "Watch us fuck!"

	Gene lifted his head from Sarah's nipple and the bright rosette
	slipped wetly away, red and elongated and glistening with saliva.
	"I'm watchin', Lenny," Gene assured, grinning lasciviously.  "Go
	ahead and fuck, pal.  Give her the fuckin' of her life!"

	The obese young man balanced his heavy weight with his arms, ramming
	the brunette's inner depths with determination.  The few times he'd
	fucked before were with real dogs, women who very seldom felt a hot
	prick within their vaginas. Although they had met his physical
	needs, the women he'd screwed before had not excited him the way
	that Sarah was exciting him now.  Never in his wildest dreams did he
	ever think that he would be pounding his hot prick into someone as
	luscious as the naked dark-haired young wife who lay defenselessly
	under him.

	Swept away by physical sensation, Sarah lifted her hips in harmony
	with each forward thrust of Lenny's heavy body.  The fact that he
	was homely and fat was blotted out by the incredible vastness of his
	hot penis, the thrilling and forceful manner in which his big pole
	of masculinity was cramming her inner pussy depths.  "Harder!" she
	begged, swirling her pelvis.  "Push harder!"

	Pleased by his sister-in-law's performance, Gene played with himself
	while he watched.  He squeezed his dangling sacs with one hand while
	he rubbed the knoblike tip of his cock with the other.  He saw
	Sarah's legs curl around his friend's thick waist and he grinned,
	pulling even harder on his fiery shaft. Sarah sure knows how to
	fuck, he observed. Lenny's havin' the time of his life!

	Their naked bodies moving in frantic accord, the copulating couple's
	energetic gyrations caused the table to shake.  Lenny's pale flaccid
	asscheeks jiggled like gelatin and his big balls slapped against the
	brunette's buttocks as he tore in and out of her slick aperture.
	His greasy hair swung back and forth and his wet mouth hung loosely,
	spittle trickling down the sides of his chin.  He wanted this
	glorious fucking to go on and on, to last an eternity.  Aware of his
	friend's observing eyes, the young man's passion rose to a feverish
	pitch. Harder and harder he fucked, his lust overpowering him.
	Unable to hold back a moment longer, his massive bulk humped wildly,
	sending fiery spurts of sperm exploding into the brunette's creamy
	vaginal walls.  "Oh shit!" he gasped, "I'm cumming! Aghhhhh!"

	The harsh volcanic bursts within her made Sarah's steaming cunt
	ripple and convulse in thrilling orgasm.  She dug her fingernails
	into Lenny's fleshy back, straining against him, her throbbing pussy
	sucking at his erupting cock.  A strange gurgling sound came from
	Lenny's throat as he emptied his pulsating organ into her canal. The
	spouting head of his ejaculating prick rammed the mouth of her womb
	as they bucked and jerked up on the table, climaxing in unison,
	until the consuming waves of carnal sensation finally diminished.

	"How was it, Lenny?" Gene wanted to know, leering at his fat friend
	whose spent penis was still deeply embedded in Sarah's saturated
	pussy.  "Did she give you a good fuck?"

	"Christ, yes!" the sated young man replied, lifting a heavy leg to
	dismount.  "Better 'n I ever had!"

	Gene looked pleased.  "Glad to hear it, pal.  But then Sarah's got a
	real generous nature.  Always willin' to cater to a friend in need,
	right, Sarah?" he added, his mocking gaze shifting to his sister-in-
	law.  "Now that Lenny's been takin' care of, howsabout actin' out
	one of my fantasies, sweetie?"  Pulling out a kitchen chair, he
	turned it around and sat down on it, his towering cock rising like a
	sapling reaching for the sun.  "Get on top of me, doll," he
	instructed, patting his lap.  "And I'll make you feel every bit as
	good as Lenny just did."

	Her cheeks bright with humiliation, Sarah slid off the table and
	straddled her brother-in-law.  She hadn't meant to enjoy herself
	like that, but somehow her traitorous body always got the best of
	her.  The fact that Gene had observed her enthusiastic response to
	his roommate's table fucking meant that he had succeeded in
	degrading her once again.  She had no secrets from him now. Not
	after all Sarah had endured ... and yes, enjoyed ... under his
	watchful eyes.  She'd been forced to suck Gene's cock and had ended
	up swallowing his hot cum in great greedy gulps, kneeling in front
	of him in naked abandon.  Her throbbing cunt had been fingered and
	tongued and she had flipped her pelvis in heated response.  She had
	been subjected to the perverted passions of another woman and had
	writhed in forbidden ecstasy.  Gene had even witnessed the invasion
	of her helpless pussy by an oversized dildo and saw the shameful way
	her streaming cunt welcomed the huge rubber cock.  What was the
	point now in trying to hold back?  There was nothing new that her
	brother-in-law could learn about her, so Sarah decided, with a sense
	of total debasement and defeat, that she might just as well relax
	and enjoy the lap-fucking she was about to receive.

	Grasping her by the hips, Gene guided her naked body downward until
	her parted pussy hovered directly over his taut glistening
	prickhead.  The huge knoblike tip poked wetly among her saturated
	membranes until it found the sperm-soaked slit it sought.  Once the
	mushroomlike head of his dripping organ found its target, Gene
	pulled the split-legged brunette down hard while he jerked his
	pelvis, sending his hot poker far into her vaginal orifice.

	"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Sarah cried as he penetrated her with lightning
	speed.  Sitting on top of him like this made his swollen shaft seem
	even bigger, more punishing.  It crowded her cuntal opening at a
	breathtaking angle, its thick base rubbing briskly against the nub
	of her clitoris, making her pussy come alive again.  It throbbed in
	quick response, grasping greedily at this new and glorious invader.
	Again and again, Gene lifted her high in the air before yanking her
	down on his lap. He fucked her mercilessly, pounding against the
	mouth of her womb on each reentry, making her gasp for air.  The
	steady friction of his pistoning cudgel against her sensitive
	clitoris made the tiny organ quiver hotly.  Sarah's cheeks were
	flushed and her eyes glazed.  Her long dark hair awhirl, she flew up
	and down on his distended shaft, her melonous breasts dancing
	wildly.  "Deeper!" she begged, her fingers clutching his shoulders
	as she rode him like a broncobuster.  Completely consumed by flames
	of passion, the bobbing brunette knew no shame.  "Split me in two!"
	she pleaded, her lovely features contorted by lust.

	Lenny watched the copulating couple with a look of glee upon his
	fleshy face.  Now that his lust had been satisfied, he was
	thoroughly enjoying the role of spectator.  Watching someone else
	fuck was another of his secret sexual fantasies and he grinned
	foolishly, fondling his withered organ as he gazed.  She sure is
	dynamite, he observed, watching Sarah ride his roommate's prick.
	Gene is one lucky son-of-a-bitch to have her for a sister-in-law.

	Gene was almost mindless with animal lust. Hurling his hips
	savagely, he grunted like a pig as he tore into her.  Sarah's cunt
	was wet and satiny and it clung tightly to his pistoning rod, making
	it good for him.  He felt the mouth of her womb bump into the
	sensitive tip of his organ, driving him wild with carnal joy.  He
	jerked his hips as hard as he could, trying to fuck her even deeper,
	to make his fiery shaft split her in half.  Her big tits undulating
	just inches from his face increased his excitement until it rose to
	a feverish pitch.  With one final savage thrust of his pelvis,
	Gene's steaming cock erupted inside her, sending fiery bursts of hot
	semen to blend with the passion juices already coating her pulpy
	vaginal walls.

	The violent explosion inside her innermost depths made Sarah climax
	too.  Their naked sweating bodies humping on the chair, the
	orgasming pair moaned and whimpered in sweet release.  When it was
	over, Sarah collapsed on top of her brother-in-law, her sated pussy
	purring contentedly.  Her cunt overflowing with the combined juices
	of masculinity, Sarah knew that the afterglow in which she was
	basking would end all too quickly, that the pleasant warmth would
	soon be replaced by the dreaded cloak of guilt, and that the
	familiar garment would hang heavily on her shoulders.

*     *     *

	Remorse and self-recrimination set in shortly after the two men had
	left.  Sarah tried to lose herself in housework but she still
	brooded about the shameful way her body had once again responded to
	this morning's illicit lovemaking. Thank God this will be all over
	the day after tomorrow, she thought, recalling how Gene had promised
	to return on Friday morning for their final and farewell session.
	Gene also promised to forget all about the lurid photographs after
	that. Just as Sarah would try to forget how she had enjoyed the lewd
	sex acts her brother-in-law had forced her to participate in.  And
	she would spend the rest of her life trying to make it up to her
	husband.  She would be everything that her beloved Mike wanted her
	to be.  Sweet and agreeable and passive in bed.  In time, maybe she
	would learn to be content with Mike's mild brand of lovemaking, the
	way that he seemed to be.

	Sarah had no way of knowing that while she was plagued with guilt,
	her big burly husband was fantasizing about a platinum blonde he
	planned to fuck that very evening.  As he guided his truck through
	morning traffic, on his way to deliver a television set he'd
	repaired, Mike thought about how difficult it was becoming to hold
	himself in check with Sarah.  He loved his voluptuous wife so much
	that sometimes he almost went out of his mind with wanting her in
	forbidden ways.  If he didn't make a trip to the Brewery soon, he
	might lose control and ram his hungry prick into Sarah's cunt the
	way he intended to ram it into Lil's.  True, the divorcee did not
	excite him the way that his lovely wife did.  No woman did.  Just
	looking at Sarah turned him on, made his pulses race.  But to the
	brawny Irishman's way of thinking, his wife was not the kind of
	woman a man let himself go with in the sack.  Surely his sweet Sarah
	would be shocked and disgusted if he ever did any of the things to
	her luscious body that he secretly longed to do.

	Mike had numerous sexual fantasies concerning his beloved wife.  How
	he ached to shove his swollen cock into her warm mouth and watch her
	suck him off the way that Lil did often.  If having a slut like Lil
	go down on him brought him such pleasure, how much more joy he would
	know if his bubbling joint were embedded in his wife's oral cavity.
	Just thinking about it made his balls tighten and his pole of
	masculinity grow in his trousers.  He stopped for a traffic light,
	another forbidden image flashing before him.  He saw Sarah's legs
	split far apart, her coral pussy blossoming like delicate petals
	while his head came forward.  Mike's loins ached at the prospect of
	eating his wife's delectable cunt, of sampling the ambrosial nectar
	of her sweet femininity.  He'd gone down on Lil dozens of times,
	sucking her well dry, and it had been good. But how much better it
	would be to taste the warm pussy juices of the woman he loved upon
	his tongue, to let his eager oral member explore the crests and
	hollows of her inner cunt, darting up the spongy depths of her
	vagina to jab and swirl.  Mike was so engrossed in his sexual
	fantasy that the car behind him honked its horn to inform him that
	the light had turned green.

	Moving forward in traffic, Mike conjured up his most treasured and
	illicit fantasy of all, that of seeing his wife's pale rounded
	asscheeks spread lewdly in front of him, exposing the winking eye of
	her virginal asshole.  Mike breathed harder, his fingers tightening
	on the steering wheel as he saw himself coming up behind his wife
	with his swollen prick lunging forward.  He visualized his thighs
	nestling against hers while he aimed his quivering prickhead at her
	tight little anus.  Then he saw the puckered ring widen, stretching
	to allow his entry. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead at the
	thought of shoving his hot penis deep into Sarah's inviolate anus,
	fucking her where she'd never been fucked before.  He heard her gasp
	in surprise, trying to pull away while his strong arms held her
	firmly in place. Then he envisioned Sarah's gasps becoming sighs and
	her bare ass pushing back against him, trying to claim every inch of
	his burrowing organ.  He saw his beloved wife enjoy having her
	asshole fucked. She bucked and jerked and ground her ass in excited
	little circles, begging him to go deeper, to make her cum!

	Licking his lips, Mike maneuvered the car into the inner lane for a
	left-hand turn, Jesus, what the hell's wrong with me? he wondered,
	turning the wheel.  Thinking about Sarah like this is all wrong!
	She's just not that kind of woman.  But Lil, he decided with a slow
	smile, definitely was that kind of woman.  His massive hunk of meat
	throbbed with need, Mike made up his mind to get together with the
	red-hot divorcee as soon as possible. Sometimes I wish my Sarah were
	more like Lil, he thought, braking for a stop sign.  Instead of such
	an innocent.  Although china dolls were nice to look at, flesh and
	blood women who knew what sex was all about were nicer to hold.  If
	Sarah had Lil's strong sexual appetite, there would be no need for
	Mike to cheat on his wife.  Instantly ashamed of his disloyal
	thoughts, Mike quickly condemned himself for even comparing his wife
	to a lusty woman like Lil.

*     *     *

	Friday morning found both Mike and Sarah avoiding each other's eyes
	at the breakfast table. Mike still harbored guilt from his fucking
	session with Lil two nights before, while Sarah's mind was on her
	brother-in-law's impending visit.  Each lost in his own thoughts,
	they ate breakfast in comparative silence.  Sarah was relieved when
	Mike finally pushed back his chair and stood up.  "Have a good day,
	honey," he told her, kissing her good-bye.

	"You too," she replied, trying to smile.  The secret knowledge that
	she would be forced to cheat on her husband again in a few short
	hours, however, made her face feel like cardboard.  It was with
	great effort that she turned the corners of her mouth upward.  "See
	you at dinner," she said, walking him to the door.

	She stood by the window to watch him back the truck out the drixeway
	and he waved to her in passing.  Everything seemed so commonplace,
	so ordinary.  There was nothing whatsoever to indicate that this
	particular day would be a turning point in their marriage.  Neither
	Mike nor Sarah had the slightest inkling that it was a mere matter
	of hours befor all hell broke loose and their lives would undergo a
	drastic and irrevocable change!

Chapter 7

	Gene grinned when his sister-in-law answered the door.  "Well, sweet
	Sarah," he said, sauntering into the livingroom with a confident
	air.  "This time it's just the two of us.  So whaddya say we make it
	a time to remember?"

	Sarah looked at him with resignation.  There was no way she could
	avoid this final confrontation with the unprincipled young man who
	was blackmailing her, so why fight the situation?  She would submit
	to his sexual demands this one last time.  Then she would be free.
	And if she managed to enjoy herself in the process, what of it?  At
	this point, it scarcely mattered.  She had already been forced to
	break her marriage vows and been stripped of her self-respect.  What
	more did she have to lose?

	Without further ado, the voluptuous brunette led her brother-in-law
	into the bedroom.  Reaching into his jacket pocket, the lanky young
	man withdrew the pornographic photos Sarah had posed for and held
	them up.  "Here they are, sweetie," he said, handing them to her.
	"They're all yours now."  He failed to add, however, that he had a
	duplicate set at home which he planned to show his brother that very
	evening.  Now that he had had his fun with Sarah, it was time to
	destroy her marriage.  He owed it to his older brother to expose his
	wife for what she really was. Mike would be upset at first.  It was
	only natural. But in time, he would thank Gene for opening his eyes.

	In the meantime, Gene intended to make the most of his final
	rendezvous with Sarah.  Once he blew the whistle on her, she would
	no longer be putty in his hands.  But that was okay by him.  His
	sister-in-law was no different from any other cunt and there were
	still plenty of hungry pussies willing to put out for him.  In
	Sarah's case, the fun had been in manipulating her, making her dance
	to his private tune.  And watching her pathetic attempts to pretend
	she hated the things he made her do. And her humiliation each time
	she failed.  Gene was sure that he had just about broken her.  How
	she had loved the vigorous lap-fucking he'd treated her to the other
	morning.  She'd flipped and whined on top of him like a bitch in
	heat.  They both knew now how she gloried to the feel of his cock
	inside her pussy.  Try as she might, Sarah could not keep her ass
	from shimmying every time he fucked her. Gene planned to prove his
	manhood again this morning.  He wanted to hear his sister-in-law beg
	for his suckings and fuckings as never before.

	Sarah took the photos from Gene, set them down on the night stand,
	and reached for the buttons of her blouse.  If it hadn't been for
	these, she would not be taking off her clothes right now, getting
	ready to spread her legs once more for the man she hated.  She
	sighed heavily.  At least it was almost over.  As soon as Gene left,
	she would tear up the obscene photos and flush them down the toilet.
	Then she would try to forget the shocking things she had done in
	order to keep her husband from learning the truth about her sordid
	past.

*     *     *

	On his way back to the shop after picking up a color television
	chassis that needed major repairs, Mike McBride braked at the busy
	intersection. While he waited for the light to change, an old man
	weaved his way toward him, selling bouquets of cut flowers to the
	waiting motorists.  When he approached his truck, Mike rolled down
	the window.  "How much?" he hollered.

	"Two bucks," the old man replied, holding up a colorful bouquet of
	mixed carnations.

	On impulse, Mike reached for his wallet and withdrew two singles.
	He gave the money to the vendor and grabbed the tissue-wrapped
	bouquet. He smiled, thinking how pleased his wife would be at the
	unexpected gift.  "I should do things like this more often," he
	muttered under his breath, pressing the accelerator as the light
	turned green. Still riddled with guilt over his most recent
	indiscretion, Mike decided that they would hire a babysitter for the
	following night so that he and his wife could go out to dinner.
	Maybe they would even take in a movie afterward.  Mike realized,
	with sudden shame, that he hadn't taken his wife out in weeks.  Yet
	he had gone to the Brewery by himself and Sarah had never once
	complained.  Filled with remorse at his lack of thoughtfulness, he
	decided to stop at the house and give his sweet Sarah these
	carnations right now.  It would mean going just a few blocks out of
	his way and the colorful flowers would undoubtedly brighten Sarah's
	whole day. On a gloomy overcast day like today, they should be
	especially welcome.  And I'll tell her to arrange for a sitter, he
	thought, turning the wheel.  Heading for his house, the burly
	Irishman tried to imagine Sarah's reaction when he showed up with
	the cheerful blooms.  He could not remember the last time he brought
	his wife a present like this for no reason at all other than the
	fact that he loved her.  I bet she'll really be surprised, he
	thought with a smile.  Just how surprised his wife would be at his
	unscheduled arrival Mike would soon discover!

	When he pulled up in front of the house, Mike's eyebrows rose at the
	sight of his younger brother's red sports car.  Well, I'll be! he
	thought, applying the brake.  Gene must have stopped by to see
	Sarah.  The thought pleased him for he often wished that the two
	people he loved so dearly enjoyed a warmer relationship.  Although
	neither openly criticized the other, Mike often had the
	uncomfortable feeling that Sarah and Gene were not especially fond
	of each other.  That's why he was always pointing out his brother's
	best qualities to Sarah and bragging about his wife to his brother.
	So they would appreciate each other more.  He smiled, grabbing the
	flowers and opening the door. If Gene was stopping by to see Sarah
	during the day like this, maybe Mike's efforts were finally
	beginning to pay off.

	Mike unlocked the back door and came into the kitchen with an
	expectant look on his handsome face, thinking he would find his wife
	and his brother sharing a cup of coffee.  When he found the kitchen
	empty, he headed for the livingroom, the bouquet of flowers hidden
	behind his back.  A frown creased his forehead when he saw that
	Sarah and Gene were not there either.  He was about to call out when
	he heard strange sounds coming from the bedroom.  Perplexed, the
	husky young man strode down the hallway, his footsteps muffled by
	the plush carpeting.  Following the incoherent noises, he passed his
	daughter's empty bedroom and continued down the corridor until he
	stood outside the master bedroom.  The door was slightly ajar and he
	could hear the sounds of labored breathing mingled with moaning
	cries.  Completely baffled, Mike took a step forward to peer around
	the partially closed door.

	Suddenly the bouquet of flowers fell from his hand, dropping
	noiselessly onto the carpet.  His eyes widened in shock as his jaw
	went slack.  The air escaped from his lungs in a painful rush as
	though he'd been hit in the gut with a baseball bat. A sick feeling
	flooded his veins at the unbelievable sight before him.  The wife he
	adored was lying naked on the bed, her full lips parted and her
	features contorted by lust while the brother he loved and trusted
	lay on top of her, pounding his swollen prick into her uplifted
	cunt!  Grunting and sweating from his efforts, Gene fucked her the
	way that Mike himself had never dared to screw his wife.  Even more
	incredulous, Sarah couldn't seem to get enough!  Her legs were
	wrapped around his waist like a human vise and she swirled her hips
	in hungry loops, welcoming, each forceful invasion. Mike could
	scarcely believe his ears when Sarah cried out in lustful abandon.

	"Fuck harder!" she begged, her hands clawing his back.  "Give me
	more, more!"

	Paralyzed by shock, Mike stood motionless, his eyes drawn to the
	copulating pair like a magnet. Back in some distant corner of his
	mind, a small voice told him that he should let his presence be
	known, that he should take steps to end this shocking act of
	betrayal.  But he was unable to move.  He kept staring in open-
	mouthed horror as his brother's blood-filled cock mercilessly
	pounded his wife's grasping pussy.  Gene's huge joint was bright
	with passion, shimmering wetly from Sarah's milky cuntal juices, and
	the wet sucking sounds of her grasping cunt accompanied their grunts
	and outcries.

	"Like my prick?" Gene asked, pounding into her.

	"Oh yesssssss!" she wailed, tossing her head from side to side.
	"Keep fucking!" she begged, the pointed nipples of her uplifted
	breasts quivering with excitement.  "Don't stop!  Shove your big
	cock clear up to my throat!"

	As Mike's voyeuring eyes continued to observe the naked tangle of
	writhing flesh, he began to feel something other than horror.  The
	unmistakable heat of passion crept through his loins, making his
	testicles swell and tighten while his penis grew rapidly, straining
	hotly against his trousers.  He'd never seen his wife so worked up.
	Her flushed face, frantic gyrations, and wanton cries were turning
	him on, making his heart pound and his aching prick throb with
	desire.  His brother was acting out one of Mike's secret fantasies
	right before his eyes, fucking his wife savagely, spearing her
	tunnel of love the way Mike himself had longed to do ever since he
	met Sarah.  Sarah was responding the way she always did in his wild
	imaginings too, grinding her foaming pussy against the root of
	Gene's pummeling shaft, begging for more.  Christ, she fucks even
	harder that Lil, he thought, breathing hard.  Look at the way she
	lifts her ass for a deeper fuck!  And her legs are curled around him
	like goddamn pretzels!

	Spellbound, Mike stood gaping from behind the door while his brother
	hammered into his beloved wife with fierce determination.  He saw
	Gene's hands slide under Sarah's creamy buttocks to lift her even
	higher while he ripped into her steaming orifice like a hot poker.
	Sweat trickled down his back to fade into the hairy slit of his
	bucking ass. His mouth hung open and his eyes were thick lidded and
	glassy.  He grunted as he viciously rammed in and out, his huge
	prickly sacs swinging back and forth, batting Sarah's uplifted moons
	with a steady rhythm.

	"Oh Christ!" Gene suddenly cried, jerking his slender body even more
	savagely.  "I'm cumming! Aghhhhhhh!"

	Her pelvis whirling with maniacal frenzy, Sarah joined her partner
	in illicit orgasm.  She curled her legs more tightly around his
	waist, mewling and moaning as wave after wave of orgasm washed over
	her, drowning her in a sea of forbidden passion. She felt the hot
	semen burst within her rippling vaginal walls in sporadic jerks,
	blending with her own hot juices.

	Seeing the bucking pair climax released Mike from his hypnotic state
	of immobility.  The look of total rapture on his brother's face as
	he spewed his hot seed into his wife's cuntal opening suddenly made
	him regain his senses.  He's shooting his wad in my Sarah's pussy!
	he realized, jealous rage tearing through him like a blazing
	inferno, making his blood boil!  A strangled cry coming from his
	throat, Mike suddenly kicked the door open and lunged at the two
	naked infidels like a madman, his face purple with wrath.

	Sarah's head spun in his direction and she screamed.  In seconds,
	Mike had his brother by the hair, lifting him off the bed as if he
	were a mere child.  "You doublecrossing bastard!" he yelled, hurling
	the bewildered young man across the room. "Screwing my wife behind
	my back!" Gene slammed into the opposite wall, grunting, then
	crumpled to the floor like a marionette, a dazed expression on his
	face.  He sat there gazing up at his brother with incredulous eyes,
	his shriveled organ still dripping its forbidden juices.  Mike
	crossed the room in angry strides to grab him by the throat, lifting
	him to his feet.

	"No, wait!" Gene begged, his eyes wide with fear as his brother's
	fingers closed around his throat.  "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, clawing at
	Mike's hands, his face reddening and his eyes bulging.

	"Mike, stop it!" Sarah shrieked, fearing that her enraged husband
	would choke the life out of his brother.  "You'll kill him!  He's
	not worth it, Mike!"

	His fingers relaxed at Sarah's pleas.  She was right.  Gene wasn't
	worth going to prison for. Releasing his hold on the young man's
	throat, Mike clenched his fist and struck his brother in the jaw. A
	resounding crack filled the air.  Grunting, Gene spun backward, his
	thin arms flailing wildly.  When he toppled to the floor, Mike
	lifted his leg to kick him savagely.

	Screaming in pain, Gene doubled over, holding his rib cage.
	"Jesus," he panted, his face twisted in agony as he rocked to and
	fro.  "I think you just broke my ribs!"

	"You're lucky I didn't break your neck!" Mike spat, feeling nothing
	but contempt for the cowering figure in front of him.  "If you
	weren't my own brother, I'd break you in two!"  He grabbed his arm
	to yank him to his feet.  "Now get your clothes on and get the hell
	outa here before I kill you!"

	Whimpering like a beaten dog, Gene staggered to his feet.  "You
	don't understand," he said in a whining voice, reaching for his
	clothes.  "Sarah's no good, Mike.  And I can prove it to you!"
	Jerking on his pants, he reached for the pornographic photos on the
	night stand.  "Here!" he said, a triumphant look on his face as he
	handed the pictures to Mike. "This is what your precious wife is
	really like!"

	"No!" Sarah protested, jumping from the bed. She tried to grab the
	photos away from her husband but Mike shoved her away, sending her
	staggering backwards.  Sobbing, the distraught brunette watched
	helplessly as her husband quickly examined the photos.  Her heart
	pounded and a sick feeling washed over her at the dark fury in
	Mike's face.  "Mike, please!" she begged.  "Let me try to explain!"

	But he shot her a venomous look.  "Seems to me things are pretty
	damn clear.  You've been cheating on me with my own brother and
	posing for filthy pictures on the side!"  Disgust and
	disillusionment flooded his entire being.  How could he have been so
	blind, go stupid not to see that the wife he held on a pedestal had
	been cuckholding him?  His eyes narrowing, he turned to his brother.
	"Get out!" he hissed through clenched teeth.  "I'll deal with you
	later!"

	Gene needed no further prodding.  Anxious to escape his brother's
	fury, he grabbed his jacket and fled from the room, his jaw
	throbbing and his ribs on fire.  Somehow the unscrupulous young
	man's scheme had backfired.  Sarah was the only person who was
	supposed to get hurt.  "I hope he beats the shit out of her," he
	muttered under his breath as he tore out the door and ran to his
	car.

	Naked and trembling, Sarah crouched on the bedroom floor, wondering
	fearfully what Mike would do to her.  "Gene made me go to bed with
	him!" she gasped as Mike came toward her menacingly, unbuttoning his
	shirt.  "He said he'd show you those photos if I didn't!"

	"Did he make you wiggle you ass like a two-bit whore too?" he
	demanded.  "Did he force you to wrap your legs around him and beg
	for more?  And did someone force you to pose for those dirty
	pictures too?"  He laughed mirthlessly, unzipping his trousers.
	"Just how dumb do you think I am, Sarah?" he asked, coming closer,
	his face ominous.

	"I had to do it, Mike," she explained, her face beseeching.  "My
	mother was sick and I needed money to take care of her.  It was the
	only way I could get it."

	As she babbled on, trying desperately to make him understand, Mike
	removed the rest of his clothing until he stood in front of her
	stark naked, his huge cock bobbing in front of her face like a cobra
	about to strike.  But Mike scarcely listened. His eyes were
	devouring his wife's luscious nudity while the blood soared hotly
	through his veins. God, she's gorgeous, he thought.  No matter what
	Sarah had done, how she had betrayed him, Mike knew that he was
	still hopelessly in love with her. That she was the only woman he
	wanted for his own.  His mouth watered at the delectable mounds of
	firm flesh jutting forward in naked splendor, their rosy nipples
	rigid with fear.  His lustful gaze swept down over the pale rise of
	her smooth abdomen to the dark velvety mound between her legs.  She
	moved and he saw a bit of coral peek out from between her fuzzy slit
	and his swelling rod grew even more, throbbing with an urgency it
	had never known before.

	He longed to press his tongue between her bright inner pussy folds,
	the way the man in one of the lurid photos had done.  And his
	quivering pole of masculinity ached for the feel of Sarah's warm
	lips encircling it just as her widely stretched mouth was fastened
	on the lust-bloated cock in still another photo.  Yes, Mike would
	make his faithless wife reenact each of the four obscene poses.  He
	would make her ride his cock while he fucked her from below and he
	would order her to bend over and spread her legs so he could screw
	her two-timing cunt doggie-style too.  Then he would force his wife
	to do something that wasn't included in the lewd pictures, something
	he had secretly longed to do for far too long.  I'll give her more
	prick than she's ever had before, he thought, his balls quivering in
	hot anticipation.  Mike would fill every possible hole with his vast
	joint until Sarah begged for mercy.  He would prove to her that she
	did not have to search elsewhere, for Mike would give her the
	fucking of her life.  Once he was through with her, Sarah would
	know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she needed no other cock but
	his!

	"Get up, whore!" he ordered, yanking her by the arm to throw her
	across the bed.  "Let's see if I can make your ass squirm and your
	pussy foam the way my brother did!"  Lowering his naked body onto
	hers, the burly young man crushed his lips against hers, forcing his
	tongue into her mouth.  His massive chest mashed her tits while his
	vast pulsating rod poked wetly against her thigh, leaving a trail of
	wet kisses.  He felt the fuzziness of her pubic hair scrape against
	his as he bore down on her.  She lay under him tense and rigid, then
	as his warm lingual member swirled within her mouth, he felt her
	body relax.  His kiss was long and passionate, shaking him to the
	very depths of his being.  By the time he drew away, both of them
	were gasping for air.

	But Mike was just warming up.  "Spread your legs," he ordered
	gruffly, forcing her thighs apart to reveal the saturated tissues of
	her sperm-soaked pussy.  "And let me suck your cunt!"  Sliding his
	hands under his wife's hips, he lifted her gaping niche high and
	lowered his head.  He felt her legs tremble at the touch of his warm
	tongue upon her sensitive inner folds.  He swirled his oral member
	up and down the oozing length of her slippery crack, lapping up the
	feminine syrup and teasing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue,
	making it fill with blood.

	Sarah's lips parted and she began to moan.  The warm persistent
	organ slithering up and down her delicate membranes was driving her
	wild.  The fact that it was the man she loved who was doing such
	marvelous things to her throbbing pussy made her pink petals swell
	as never before.  Her bright bud of sensitivity rose hotly, growing
	more and more rigid each time he passed over it, punishing it
	mercilessly.  The nectar of her arousal flowed forth only to be
	quickly consumed by the marvelous voracious tongue.

	"Oh eat me!" she begged, reaching down to draw his head closer.
	"Suck me dry!" Sarah gasped, her pelvis jerking as Mike drew the hot
	nub of her clitoris into his mouth, sucking on it ravenously.
	Whimpering, Sarah pumped her hips up and down, making her husband's
	head bob as she surrendered herself to a deep and penetrating
	orgasm.  "Aghhhhhh!" she cried, her climaxing cunt convulsing in
	great rippling waves.

	When at last her bucking body grew still, Mike lifted his head from
	between her slit.  "Has anyone ever eaten your cunt better than
	that?" he asked, his face smeared with the fruits of his labor.

	"Oh God no!" she gasped, her mammoth breasts rising and falling with
	each labored breath.  "That was marvvvelllousss!  The best ever!"

	Satisfied that he had surpassed the performance of the male model
	who devoured his wife's pussy in the obscene photo, Mike proceeded
	to duplicate still another pose.  "Lift your ass," he commanded.
	"And get on top of me.  I want to give you a cockride you'll never
	forget!"

	Splitting her legs wide, Sarah straddled her husband, centering her
	gaping cunt over the open glans of his towering cock.  Without
	hesitation, he rammed his great phallic length high into her
	innermost depths, making her cry out with both pleasure and pain.
	"Oooohhhhhh!" she protested, her senses reeling at his incredible
	vastness.  She had always known that her husband's cock was large,
	but until this very moment she had never felt each thrilling inch of
	his oversized organ with such spine-tingling intensity.  It crowded
	her slick tunnel as never before, its massive tip punishing her
	cervix with mind-shattering force, making her senses reel.

	His hands encircling her slender waist, Mike guided her up and down
	on his lust-bloated hunk of meat, tearing into her with unrivaled
	speed and determination.  It was so magnificent, it was almost
	unreal.  Sarah felt her pussy come to life again, throbbing,
	leaking, spiraling toward still another peak.  She'd always dreamed
	of being fucked like this by the man she loved but Sarah never truly
	expected her fantasy to become reality.  To think that all this
	time, her husband's sexual appetite was every bit as lusty as hers!
	She wasn't oversexed, after all!  They just hadn't been
	communicating. But they were communicating with each other now as
	never before.  Mike's heavy breathing, forceful pelvic thrusts, and
	glassy eyes assured her that he was enjoying himself every bit as
	much as she.  Her big tits whirling madly, she rode his pistoning
	cudgel with a dedication she had never displayed until now.  This
	wasn't just an ordinary cock tearing into her ... it was Mike's
	magnificent pole of masculinity.

	"Oh, Mike," she gasped, every cell in her curvaceous body aflame.
	"Oh, it ... feels good!" she gasped between fuckings.  "You're so
	... so big!"

	His wife's impassioned praise brought Mike to the epitome of carnal
	sensation.  Suddenly his bloated prickhead swelled even more,
	erupting within her with savage force.  The hot shower of semen
	splattering against her vaginal walls brought the humping brunette
	to orgasm as well.  Crying out like a banshee, she rode her
	husband's squirting shaft of flesh like a mad woman.  Their mutual
	moanings intermingled in a discordant duet as their naked sweating
	bodies climaxed in frenetic unison.

	Mike knew, by his wife's violent response, that she had just had
	herself the best cockride of her life and he grinned with masculine
	pride as she collapsed on top of him.  Two down and two to go, he
	thought, knowing which lurid photo he would make Sarah duplicate
	next.  Feeling his spent rod dwindle within her soaked canal, he
	withdrew the limp organ and ordered her to her knees.  "Go down on
	me!" he commanded.  "And suck some life back into my prick!  Then
	I'll treat you to something even better.  I've saved the very best
	for last!"

	Kneeling between her husband's outstretched legs, Sarah reached for
	his withered penis and brought her head forward.  The soft wormlike
	appendage felt sticky between her fingers and the sharp odor of
	their mingled syrups reached her nostrils, making her wince.  She
	had often dreamed of sucking Mike's magnificent cock but not like
	this.  Not when it was shriveled and mushy and soiled.  The mere
	thought of putting it in her mouth made a shiver of revulsion course
	through her.  She looked at Mike with a pleading expression,
	hesitating, but he laced his fingers through her dark mane and
	yanked her head down hard until it was just inches from his
	genitals.

	"Suck!" he demanded in a harsh voice.  "Suck my cock, damn you!"

	Her eyes wide with fright, Sarah quickly obeyed, lifting his rubbery
	joint while she brought her face forward.  Mike sucked in his breath
	at the feel of her warm lips closing around the shaft of his weary
	organ.  Her wet tongue pressed against the underside while she held
	onto the base with firm fingers.  Then she proceeded to suck, her
	cheeks billowing in and out while her dark head bobbed up and down.
	Warm bursts of pleasure shot through Mike's naked body at the
	delicious drawing sensations.  Sarah sucked so vigorously that his
	shaft of manhood quickly responded.  His twin sacs swelled and
	filled and his prick grew rapidly within her oral cavity.  His
	breath coming faster, Mike watched her go down on him, admiring the
	tempting curve of her pale moons, the way her huge breasts danced
	and undulated, their rosy tips jutting enticingly.

	"Squeeze my balls!" he gasped, craning his neck. "Ahhhhhhhh," he
	moaned in approval when her other hand began to massage his aching
	testicles. His distended joint had almost reached its full capacity
	and it pounded hotly under her oral ministrations.  God, she could
	suck!  She yanked at his swelling rod even harder than Lil!
	Suddenly he felt her tongue flick at the widening tip of his bloated
	organ and he jerked his hips in quick response.  Around and around
	it swirled in maddening circles, driving him wild with pleasure.
	When the pointed tip toyed with his leaking glans, stretching it so
	that her warm lingual member could dart down inside to jab and
	titillate, he arched his back, his fingers clawing her tresses.
	"Ohhhhhhhh, that's goooooood!" he gasped.

	Now that her husband's swollen shaft was stiff again, Sarah went at
	her lewd task with the gusto of a harlot.  His prick felt all smooth
	and firm and satiny the way she had always dreamed it would. Because
	she had sucked him clean, only the bittersweetness of his warm
	precoital juices coated her tongue.  The pungent flavor of his
	masculinity made the blood roar through her veins and her mouth
	hunger for even more of his delicious manhood.  Tilting her head,
	she opened her mouth wider, taking every possible Inch of his
	vastness into her mouth while the bubbling mushroom tip bumped the
	back of her throat.  She fought the urge to gag.  Instead she
	lowered her head still further so that his warm prickhead slid down
	her throat.

	"Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted.  Her mammoth tits awhirl, she rode up and
	down his huge shaft so that only a small portion of the shimmering
	saliva-coated organ was visible on each downstroke. She was on fire
	now, totally consumed by her carnal act.  Searing flames of passion
	licked at her pussy.  Her eyes were hooded with pleasure and her
	pounding cunt was ablaze with sexual excitement. Never had a man's
	prick felt so incredibly huge, so utterly delicious.  "Mmmmmmmph!
	Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted, her cheeks billowing in and out, her lovely
	features contorted by lust.  She bobbed up and down feverishly,
	longing to suck him to completion, to feel his steaming juices erupt
	in her mouth so that she could swallow his hot cum.

	But Mike had other plans.  Even though Sarah's mouth and tongue were
	bringing him unsurpassed pleasure, he knew it was time to stop.  If
	he let her voracious oral cavern tug at his pulsating rod much
	longer, he would shoot his wad.  And the big Irishman had an even
	more tempting spot in mind. The look of sheer rapture on his wife's
	flushed face, the eager manner in which her fingers kneaded his
	balls assured him that she liked the feel of his warm meat inside
	her mouth.  The way she yanked on him proved, without a doubt, that
	his mouth fucking surpassed the oral screwing Sarah got when she
	posed for the lurid photo. Satisfied that he'd proved his masculine
	superiority, Mike tightened his grip on Sarah's hair and lifted her
	head.  His saliva-coated rod slipped wetly away and she looked at it
	longingly like a child who had just had a lollipop snatched away
	from his mouth.

	"That's enough far now," he told her.  "But don't worry, baby.  From
	now on, you're gonna give me regular blow-jobs.  And next time, I
	wanna see you swallow my cum.  All of it, you understand?"  He
	chuckled at the eager nod of her head, the way her eyes glittered.
	Sarah's sexual appetite even surpassed that of the lusty divorcee
	he'd been screwing on the side.  If only he had known what his wife
	was really like!  Mike knew, with swift certainty, that there would
	be no more clandestine meetings with Lil.  Sarah was not only
	prettier and more voluptuous, she outsucked and outfucked the blonde
	as well.  The time had come for the ultimate test.  If his wife
	passed this final exam, Mike was certain that neither of them would
	ever stray again.

	"Get up!" he ordered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
	"And bend over and give me your ass so I can fuck you doggie-style!"
	Sarah scrambled to her feet, bending submissively over the side of
	the bed, spreading her legs eagerly.  Her pale moons rose temptingly
	and Mike eyed the creamy slit between her fuzzy cuntal lips, seeing
	it quiver in anticipation.  So she liked being screwed this way!
	But he wasn't about to wear himself out before the grand finale.
	Mike would spear her milky slot a few times just to show Sarah that
	he could stab her from the rear better than any other stud she'd
	offered her two-timing ass to.

	Positioning himself directly behind his naked wife, he grabbed her
	rounded hips and poked his hot jutting shaft into her uplifted cunt.

	"Oooooohhh," the brunette sighed as she thrilled to the pressure of
	this new invasion. Wriggling her ass, she butted against him, trying
	to consume more of his vastness.  "Ooohhhhhh, that feels so
	goooooood!" she moaned, meeting his powerful forward thrusts by
	pushing backward. Her eyelids grew heavy and her arms trembled on
	the edge of the bed.  "Deeper!" she begged, her hips working in
	swift harmony with those pressing against hers.

	Mike fucked in and out of her with carefully measured strokes, but
	his eyes were riveted to the sphincter muscle directly above her
	cuntal opening. He licked his lips greedily, his eyes bright.  He
	waited until Sarah was skewering back on him vigorously, offering
	her great white ass in total surrender, before he launched his
	attack.  With admirable skill and timing, he withdrew his lust-
	bloated organ completely, waiting for the next backward thrust of
	his wife's hips.  His hands clutching her hips even tighter, the
	brawny young man aimed his quivering bubbling shaft of meat at the
	tiny ring of unsuspecting flesh directly above her oozing vagina.
	When her lunging behind came toward him, he inserted his mammoth
	prickhead into the tight orifice between her buttocks, hurling his
	hips forward.

	Sarah cried out in pain at the cruel invasion.  Her entire body
	stiffened in protest and she tried to pull her hips forward.  Her
	efforts were in vain, for Mike's tightly clenched fingers held her
	firmly in place.  "Aghhhhhhh!" she screamed when he pushed harder
	into her burning asstunnel.  Her inviolate orifice puckered
	violently in outrage and sharp tearing pains ripped through her
	rectum.  "Oh stop!" she begged, gasping for air.  "Oh God, it
	hurts!"

	Hearing her agonized cries gave Mike a perverse thrill.  He pushed
	harder, sending his swollen punishing joint deeper into her
	unwilling aperture. He felt her buttocks tense and heard her gulp
	for air.  Her struggles were making his invasion even more painful
	for her.  Jerking his pelvis, he burrowed into her even more,
	forcing her virginal anus to stretch wider despite its reluctance.

	"Please don't!" she pleaded, sobbing.  "I can't stand it!  You'll
	split my ass!  Oh stop, stop!"

	But Mike had no intention of desisting.  He tore into her more
	savagely, burying his huge cock in her tightly constricted rectum.
	He had accomplished the first part of his mission, for his faithless
	wife was begging for mercy.  Satisfied that he had given her enough
	pain, Mike decided that it was time to give her pleasure.

	He withdrew one of his hands from her hip to stroke the creamy slit
	located under his deeply embedded organ.  His probing fingers
	slithered across her saturated membranes until they found the nub of
	her clitoris.  He squeezed it gently, teasingly feeling it rise
	under his touch.  As his fingers continued to caress the tiny
	penislike structure, he felt his wife's tense body begin to relax.
	She stopped trying to jerk her pelvis forward and her sobs
	diminished.  Mike waited until her hot nub of femininity was filled
	with blood, stiff under his touch, before he withdrew his other hand
	from her pelvis.  When his hand left the curve of her hip, Sarah did
	not try to pull away.  Mike shoved the first two fingers of his left
	hand up the brunette's creamy vagina while he continued to torment
	her swollen clitoris with his other hand.  He heard the sudden rush
	of air whoosh from her lungs as she sighed in pleasure.

	Slowly, her hips began to move again.  The burning of her tormented
	asshole was accompanied by a definite throbbing now.  Ripples of
	pleasure-pain coursed through her body.  Her crowded rectum relaxed,
	opening wide to welcome its determined invader at last.  Her body
	began to work with him rather than against him.  Every cell in her
	being was aflame with this new and glorious carnal sensation.  The
	triple treat of having her anus so thoroughly invaded, her clitoris
	incessantly flicked, and her vagina double-fingered was the most
	devastating sensation Sarah had ever experienced.

	Her full lips parted, she began to moan in ecstasy, her ass pumping
	backward to suck up every possible inch of Mike's great burrowing
	length.  Her vaginal opening secreted heavily, its milky nectar
	trickling down to coat Mike's fingers. Never in her life had she
	been so thoroughly and completely conquered!  Mike had fucked her
	cunt, her mouth, and now he was infiltrating still another orifice.
	Drunk with passion, she skewered back on his hot spear with
	dedication.  Her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy, she surrendered
	herself completely to his masterful invasion.

	"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned, lifting her ass high in the air.  "Fuck,
	fuck!  Deeper, harder!  Oh give me more, more!"

	"Do you like having your asshole fucked?" Mike asked, breathing
	heavily as he tore into her.

	"Yesssssss," she replied, shimmying wildly.

	"Has anyone ever fucked your ass before?"

	"Never!" she gasped, her legs trembling at the feel of his
	relentless fingers soaring up her oozing cunt, the steady pinching
	and tweaking of her fiery clitoris.  "And I love it!  I love you!
	Oh, Mike, Mike, keep fucking!  Ohhhhhhhh!"

	Triumph surged through his veins.  He was intoxicated by the
	thrilling knowledge that he was fucking his wife where no cock had
	ever been before.  He alone had claimed her virgin asshole,
	introducing her to the most thrilling of all carnal delights and he
	had made her love it!  She was ramming her bucking ass up against
	him like a bitch in heat, begging for more.  He had never seen such
	a heated response.  The realization that he had conquered her
	completely filled him with a heady sense of power, making him feel
	more masculine and virile than ever before.  That and the
	magnificent tightness of her grasping asshole brought him to the
	apex of physical joy.  Jerking his hips violently, he ripped into
	her again and again until his great shaft of flesh exploded, sending
	its scalding contents splattering against the tender walls of her
	crowded rectum.  His handsome features altered by lust, he cried out
	in wild abandon.  "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, his erupting prick emptying
	within her innermost depths.

	Exquisitely aware of his steaming juices splattering within her
	newly conquered passageway, Sarah soon joined her husband in
	thrilling orgasm.  A strange catlike sound tore from her throat as
	she bucked and jerked, surrendering herself to the most devastating
	climax of her entire life.  Her tormented clitoris fluttered wildly
	while the walls of her finger-filled vagina swelled and convulsed.
	The volcanic eruption deep within her asshole heightened her
	response, making her head reel while her heart pounded.
	Kaleidoscopic lights whirled in front of her eyes and she heard a
	ringing in her ears.  Their sweating bodies working in unsurpassed
	accord, the bucking pair ascended the apex of carnal joy together,
	climbing to new and glorious heights of sensation, sharing the most
	soul-searing devastating orgasms of their lives.

	When at last their epilectic seizures ceased, they collapsed on the
	bed in a sated heap.

	Once Sarah had caught her breath, she reached out to run her hand
	across her husband's chest. Never before had she felt so feminine,
	so womanly, so totally possessed by a man.  Bathed in the warmth of
	afterglow, she was filled with love and tenderness for the man who
	had just claimed her so magnificently, so superbly.  He had made
	love to her in every conceivable manner, surpassing anything she had
	ever known before.  His warm cum trickled slowly from her dual
	apertures and the taste of his precoital juices still lingered on
	her tongue.  Sarah now knew that she was not oversexed, after all,
	that Mike's libido was every bit as powerful as hers.  And she also
	knew that for the first time in her life, she would know total
	satisfaction without suffering from guilt afterward. And she knew
	why.  It was because Mike was her husband, the man she loved and
	cherished with all her heart.  That made everything good and clean
	and right between them the way it could never be with anyone else.
	Somehow she had to make him understand about those awful photos and
	her reasons for going to bed with his brother.

	"Oh, Mike," she whispered, snuggling close.  "I love you so!  Oh,
	darling, can you ever forgive me?" Her words coming in a rush, she
	tried, once more, to explain why she had posed for those pictures in
	the first place.

	This time Mike listened, his arms reaching out to cradle her.  When
	she got to the part about Gene's attempted blackmail, Mike's jaw
	clenched and his eyes darkened in anger.  Because he had idolized
	his younger brother so, it was hard to accept the fact that Gene
	would stoop so low.  But he knew it was so, for he had witnessed his
	betrayal with his own eyes.  Ugly and painful as it was, Mike had to
	face the truth.

	"I was afraid to let you see those photos, Mike," she went on, her
	voice choking with emotion.  "I didn't think you'd understand, that
	you'd hate me, so I did what Gene wanted.  To save our marriage." A
	strangled sob tore from her throat.  "Oh I've been such a fool!"

	"So have I, darling," Mike conceded, sighing heavily.  His fingers
	caressing her shoulder, he confessed that he had been cheating on
	her as well.

	"Oh, Mike," she whispered, snuggling close.  "I love you so!  Oh,
	darling, can you ever forgive me?"

	Mike's face softened.  "I guess I can see why you resorted to taking
	that modeling job, after all," he said with a heavy sigh when she
	finished. "Desperation can make us do things we'd never consider
	otherwise," he added, thinking how his own desperate need for
	physical release had driven him into the arms of other women.

	"I didn't think you'd understand, that you'd hate me," Sarah
	continued.  "So I did what Gene wanted.  To save our marriage," she
	added with a little sob.  "Oh I've been such a fool!"

	"So have I," he said, pulling her close.  "I love you so!" His heart
	overflowing, Mike brought his lips down on hers.  Their bodies
	straining close, they lost themselves in a warm and tender embrace.
	Their fervant kiss washed away all the hurt and betrayal and
	misunderstanding between them, leaving only love in its stead.  By
	the time they drew apart, their eyes were shining with a newfound
	joy.

The End

