BEE-6931B DRIVING MEN TO DISTRACTION by Paul Mall

CHAPTER ONE

Chance Weston left Joe Landan's bachelor party early, straight up midnight. He also left sober.

If the still untouched cases of beer that were in the refrigerator were any indication, the bash would continue to four or five that morning. But spending Friday night with ten young men, watching them get falling down drunk, listening to their tasteless jokes, was not Chance's idea of how to begin a weekend.

Besides there was another pre-wedding event that held his complete attention -- a celebration of the bride-to-be's own making.

The celebration began the moment he walked into his apartment. Marianne was there waiting for him, and in his arms before he could shut the door behind him.

The abundantly endowed brunette pressed firmly against him. She swayed a bit, seductively. Her breasts rolled tauntingly over his chest. Her pelvis undulated against his thigh in a very provocative manner, while her mouth covered his.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, her lips still touching his. "I've been thinking about this all day. I didn't think you'd ever get home!"

"I couldn't just walk into Joe's party and walk out could I?" Chance smiled down into the girl's soft brown eyes. "I didn't want my departure to be too obvious."

"Should have walked over to my future husband and told him you were going to your apartment to ball his woman," Marianne said.

"Shameless!" Chance chided with a grin.

"A brazen hussy," Marianne replied in agreement. "Serves the bastard right. If he'd rather spend the night before our wedding getting plastered with the boys, then the future Mrs. Landan can find ways to occupy herself."

She kissed him again. Her tongue darted deeply into his mouth probing and teasing. If possible, she seemed to press even harder against him, making it more than apparent how she wanted to be occupied the eve of her wedding.

Kicking the door shut, his arms tightened around the delightful bundle of willing womanflesh. He returned her passionate kiss, his own tongue drilling into the warm haven of her mouth.

Her feel against him, the sensual promise of her eager body, her taste, it was all like a nostalgic return to the past -- two years past to be exact. He and Marianne first met then. They dated a bit and struck it off, enough that she moved in with him for six months that last year in college.

It hadn't worked. They just didn't have that much in common, except sexual appetites that were seemingly insatiable. They both were intelligent and realized that no matter how much they liked to ball it just wasn't enough to build a permanent relationship on. So after graduation, they both packed their bags and went their separate ways, still friends.

He hadn't heard from Marianne until six months ago when she and Joe first started seeing each other. She was still friendly, but there had been no hint that she was interested in anything more than a casual, friend-of-the-family relationship, until Chance received her phone call at work that morning. By the time she finished her intimate reminiscence of their past, there was no way he could refuse her suggestion that they get together one more time "for old time's sake".

"Whew!" The brunette's head tilted back a bit and she sucked in a deep breath. "I'd almost forgotten just how good you were at that."

Before she could speak another word, he kissed her again. At the same time, he maneuvered her toward the bedroom. Inside, his fumbling fingers found the light switch and flipped it on, remembering that this saucy brunette had no hangups about making it in the dark. In fact, she liked the light, enjoyed seeing the reactions and facial expressions of her sexual partner.

As the lights flashed on, they parted again. Her eyes now sparkled, alive with a certain gleam of a woman who's about to share her body with a man. She kissed him lightly, then slipped his arms from around her and stepped back.

Her fingers immediately began to work on the first button of her brightly colored floral blouse. His groin tightened and retightened while he watched the opening of her blouse dip deeper and deeper, finally exposing the familiar expanse of sleek flesh between her breasts, then two big globes of tit that jiggled and danced erotically as she eased herself out of her clothing. Already the two buttons of flesh topping each of her heavy breasts were stiff and erect with arousal. The haloes surrounding those dark-brown buds were stretched tight and sleek.

Marianne hadn't changed, he thought to himself while stripping away his own clothes. She still was beautiful and her tits were the finest pair a man could hope to encounter in a lifetime.

By the time he tossed his slacks across a nearby chair, the willing brunette was standing naked before him. She posed a bit, her supple legs spread a little so that his eyes traveled to the lusciousness of her thighs and the bush of her pubis, a shade darker than the hair cascading around her shoulders.

"Beautiful," he said, meaning it. She was beautiful -- and very desirable. "Beautiful."

She came bounding back into his arms. His senses were flooded with the marvelous feel of skin on skin, flesh against flesh. She kissed him long and hard. The stiff tips of her breasts dug into his chest, as though trying to drill small holes into his flesh. Her pelvis ground into his crotch, rubbing against the now rigid length of his cock. She rose on her tiptoes as if she intended to climb up on him and mount the stiffness of his sex while they stood there.

"Yes," she said with an emphatic thrust of her hips. "I've been thinking about that all day."

"Then what are we standing here for?" He grinned, reaching down and squeezing the womanly cheeks of her ass. "Why don't you get this lovely bottom of yours on my bed?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she replied, moving from his arms with lustful alacrity and lying on her back atop the bed.

Again her creamy white thighs spread to him, this time without the coy teasing of her earlier pose, but with the yearning of her own mounting need. Beneath the silky soft moss, covering her feminine knoll in a neat triangle, he could see the pink slit of her sex. Droplets of moisture sparkled on those plump lips, announcing the brunette's arousal.

His testicles drawing tightly into the security of their sac, he moved toward the voluptuous picture presented by the supine woman lying on the bed. His eyes traveled over her nakedness, taking in every inch of her bare body. Like satin-covered pillows, her big tits shimmered on her chest, no longer heavy globes, but fleshy domes of desire. Her stomach was smooth and flat. Her navel was perfectly round, deep, and sensual.

Her own eyes were leveled at the thick stalk of manmeat jutting from his groin. As he watched, her nostrils flared with excitement and her chest heaved in labored breaths.

He slid onto the bed beside her, hovering above her a moment before leaning down and kissing her. At the same time, he allowed one of his hands to playfully fondle and caress the bountiful bulges of her breasts. She sighed -- moaned -- and arched her back, pressing her tits into his exploring palm.

He circled the sloping contours of her tits, climbing up their roundness to taut and tweak the rubbery nipples cresting them. He squeezed and kneaded the pliant mounds of flesh, as though they were balls of dough for his molding fingers. He rolled them, he tugged at them, and then his head dropped to her chest and he kissed and sucked them.

While tongue, teeth, and lips busied her now sexually aching breasts, he slipped his hand down over the sleek plain of her stomach and dipped between her spread thighs. For a moment he titillated the woman beside him by weaving his fingers through the silky strands of her pubic foliage and lightly rubbing the wanton mound of her pussy.

She moaned louder now. Her hips undulated, as though imitating the hunching movements of love-making. Her own hands, creeping downward toward his crotch, found the swollen length of his prick and teased it. Her fingers fondled and caressed, tenderly at first, then with growing urgency.

"God! I had forgotten how you treat a woman. I had forgotten how you like to tease and taunt," she moaned.

He tickled a finger up into the warm slash of her cunt. She groaned, then groaned again when his thumb lightly mashed against the pea-sized nubbin of her clitoris. Her body writhed and twisted while he created all sorts of sizzling thrills within her.

He took his time, never rushing her arousal. She was right. He liked to taunt and tease. Unlike too many men in this so-called sexually liberated society, he realized that more than half the pleasure in sex was giving pleasure. There was no greater satisfaction than a satisfied woman. Apparently something Joe, Marianne's husband-to-be, hadn't recognized yet, or else this sexy brunette wouldn't be in his bed the night before her wedding.

The wanton and ready channel of her cunt was a veritable rain forest of thick, womanly juices when he at last relinquished his finger-fucking and withdrew his digit from her quim. She moaned in protest, then sighed with relief when he slid atop her.

Her hands, still busily fondling his bone-hard rod, found no difficulty guiding him to the waiting lips of her pussy. Letting her anticipation flare, he poised there for a moment. Then he slammed his hips down.

"Yesssss," the pleasure of that moment came hissing from her trembling lips. Her pelvis bucked up to sheath every inch of his rigid cock. "Damn! It feels so good!"

Good, hot, tight, wonderful, marvelous, and a thousand other adjectives flashed through his mind. The girl beneath him felt fantastic. The sleeving tightness of her warm pussy brought back a rush of sensations he hadn't felt in nearly two years. He now knew why they had been able to live together six months before splitting up. It wasn't easy to let a woman like this out of a man's life.

But tomorrow that's exactly where this delightful brunette would be -- out of his life -- and into Joe's.

But now, she was his. And he intended to make sure that this evening was something they both remembered.

Easing his hands back up to her chest, he covered the bulges of her tits with his palms. He squeezed and kneaded into that oh-so-moldable titflesh. At the same time, his mouth moved to hers, their tongues dueling in and out of each other's mouth.

He was in no hurry to bring his ride atop this voluptuous beauty to an end. Slowly, he began to move, dragging his entrenched rod from the humid deeps of her pussy. Upward he inched, moaning, as the spongy folds of her love channel clamped tightly around his stalk.

With only the engorged head of his cock pulsing within the pouting lips of her pussy, he paused a second or two. She groaned with desire and hunger, and he fed his wand of pleasure back into the edacious groove of her sex. She moaned with deep satisfaction.

He lost all concept of time. The woman beneath him was all that mattered. He kissed her, never once letting those lips go unattended. His hands roved, ever exploring the familiar feel of her smooth body. He taunted her breasts, cajoling the swollen buttons of her nipples. He caressed her thighs and sides, her neck, shoulders, and arms. All the time, his cock steadily slid in and out of the velvet socket of her cunt.

Her own hands equaled the playfulness of his. They were constantly in motion, forever teasing and caressing. Occasionally, she would wedge a hand between their cores and lovingly fondle the come-laden sac hanging from his scrotum. But, apparently realizing he intended to prolong their coupling for as long as possible, she did that only now and then, and never for more than a few seconds. She was fully aware of what would happen if he received too much of a good thing.

At one point, he shifted himself, and her, so that they were lying side by side. Still joined cock to cunt, he continued his slow fucking of her hunger-fired body. However, their new position allowed his hands full access to her very caressable ass.

As with her tits, he fondled and squeezed. Eventually, he slid a finger down into the dark crease of her hindquarters and playfully taunted the puckered ring of her anus. The effects were electric. She shuddered, bucking wildly against him. She fucked herself on his skewering cock. And she came.

When she descended from the heights of carnal pleasure, they rolled again. This time she lay atop him, straddling his crotch, fully seated on his fat prick. With steady, gyrating strokes of greedy pussy, she brought herself off a second time.

While she trembled and quivered in the excitement of climax, he once again swung the sexy brunette to her back. He had controlled himself in a most gentlemanly fashion. He had brought her to the full release of her lustful needs twice. Now, his balls were afire with desire. Lust flamed and consumed his loins.

Inward he slammed the long, hard length of his cock. Her eyes flared open, confused and misted with the last sensation of her recent climax. He jerked upward and thrust back into the juicy haven of her belly, grinding his pelvis into hers. Suddenly her eyes flashed, burning brightly with lust.

"Fuck me, you magnificent stud," she said, urging him to pole his swollen prick into her. "Fuck me so I'll never forget this night!"

He pushed up, holding himself above her on outstretched arms. They were joined only at the cores now. He saw her eyes drift to their crotches, watching the in-and-out pistoning of his cock as he ramrodded into the yielding mouth of her quim.

"That's it," she said, hunching her hips in rhythm with each of his shafting thrusts. "Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Harder and harder, he threw himself into the pink, wet folds of her cunt. Ruthlessly, he drove every rigid inch of his sexual spike into the ever-ready hole of her pussy. He fucked her, hard and long.

With perfect timing, she matched the humping movements of his pelvis. When he pulled from the fiery recesses of her belly, she tightened the sheath of her cunt, squeezing at him. Then, as he drove downward, she relaxed, allowing his meaty lance to skewer ball-deep into the slotted mouth of her snatch.

She was doing everything to give him the pleasure he had provided her. That was more than obvious. However, she abruptly stiffened under him. Her mouth opened, lips writhing as she cried out in pleasure. For the third time that night, she came, brought to ecstasy by the constant shafting of his swollen cock.

The third time was too much for him. He could no longer withhold the flood swirling in his testicles. Collapsing atop the panting woman under him, he blasted load after volcanic load of sperm into the contracting folds of her cunt.

It seemed like hours before the last spasmodic jerk of his prick passed. And it seemed as though he had emptied at least a gallon or two of his seed into this willing girl, enough that there would still be traces of this night within her when her husband entered her body tomorrow during their first night.

Unwilling to abandon the warmth of her, he simply rested there atop the voluptuousness of her nakedness. She made no protest. Instead, her arms encircled him, holding him tightly while his spent cock slowly deflated and slithered from the sperm-drenched interior of her belly.

"That was better than I remembered it," she whispered when he rolled from her and rested on his back at her side. "I don't think I'll ever forget this night."

He smiled and pulled her to him, kissing her.

"It's too bad we couldn't make it work out, Chance," she said, her lips easing from his. "We make a hell of a pair in bed."

"I've noticed," he replied with another kiss.

They separated again. But before either could speak, there was a knock at the door. Chance felt the naked brunette at his side suddenly freeze.

The knock came again. This time louder and more demanding.

CHAPTER TWO

"My God! Joe!" Marianne scrambled from the bed. There was a blurred flash of jostled buttocks and swinging tits as the woman bent to grab up her scattered clothing, then rushed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "Don't let him in!"

Chance smiled in half-amusement. The busty brunette's wild rush was like some scene out of a comedy. He wasn't even sure Joe knew where his apartment was.

However, Tanya did!

Chance did some scrambling of his own, scooping his slacks from the floor and stepping into them. His fiancee was an understanding woman and realized he considered himself a free man until the wedding. However, he didn't know how she would react to finding him with another woman. And he didn't want to find out.

Fumbling his zipper upward and somehow managing to buckle his belt, Chance rushed into the living room of his apartment. Another rapping knock sounded from the door, a bit impatiently he thought.

Sucking in a deep breath to calm himself, he ran a hand through his mop of sandy blond hair ineffectually trying to straighten it. Then he reached out, grasped the knob, and opened the door.

He did a classic double-take. A wide grin of relief spread across his face.

There was a girl waiting on the other side of the door, but not Tanya. A grin as wide as his spread across the girl's face and the waist-length cascade of frosty blonde hair tossed as she laughed.

"Hey, Big Brother, is this anyway to greet your sister?" The girl's deep blue eyes sparkled impishly. "Are you going to stand there gawking all night? Or are you going to invite me in?"

"Cari?" He still didn't believe his eyes. "Cari!"

He threw open his arms and accepted the rush of his younger sister's enthusiastic embrace. They kissed and hugged, then stepped back a foot or two to just look at each other.

"Surprised?" the petite blonde asked.

"Surprised? Knocked off my feet," he said, giving her another warm hug. "What the hell are you doing here? Why didn't you call? I could've picked you up at the airport."

"Came in on the bus," Cari said with a kiss to his cheek. "I'm a student, remember? Got to cut corners where ever I can and conserve the old bank account. Jets are too damn expensive for my pocketbook."

"Let me get your suitcases, and you go in and make yourself comfortable," Chance said, lifting the girl's two suitcases and bringing them inside as Cari walked into the living room to sit on the sofa. "You still haven't told me why you're here. I didn't expect you for another week or so."

"Boredom," Cari replied with a sigh. "The hometown scene was getting to me. So I decided to drop in on you a few days early and try to find myself a nice apartment before school starts. I should have called. It was rude not to, but this was a spur of the moment thing. I didn't even bring all my things, left them to be shipped here in a week. I hope you don't mind. I just couldn't take it around town anymore."

"Of course I don't mind." Chance shook his head and sat beside her. "Couldn't wait to get to a real university, could you?"

"Not really," she said with a grin. "You have to admit junior college is like graduate high school. I've lived in that town nineteen years -- since I was born -- and now I'm ready to see the real world!"

He laughed and gave her another hug. "It's not much better here. We might have a university, but this is still a small town."

"Anything is better than staying at home," Cari replied. "Uncle Bill and Aunt Emma are nice people, but..."

"But they're still living back in the 50s and we're moving toward the 80s," Chance said, remembering how it was when he felt locked away at home. It hadn't been that many years ago.

"Right, Big Brother. You hit the nail on the head," his sister said. "I love both of them dearly and appreciate what they've done for us since... since mom and dad were killed. But, now, I'm ready to start my own life."

Chance's comment was interrupted by a husky voice that came from the bedroom door. "Don't you think you should introduce me to your young friend?" Marianne said, smiling rather smugly at Cari as she emphasized the word "young".

Cari noticed the young woman's less than subtle slight. Chance saw his sister's forehead wrinkle a bit, then an eyebrow arch.

"Marianne, I'd like you to meet my sister, Cari Weston," he said, feeling Cari's gaze move to him for a moment then back to Marianne. "Cari, Marianne is an old friend who..."

"Who has got to be going," Marianne interjected. She glanced at Chance with a shrug of her shoulders. She apparently realized their evening together was over. "I've got an important appointment tomorrow."

Chance stood, to see her to the door, but Marianne waved him back to his seat. "I can find the way. I'm sure you and your sister have a lot to talk about."

The brunette turned and left, closing the door behind her. For a moment, neither Cari nor he said a word, though his sister's gaze moved to him. He could tell she knew her ill-timed arrival had brought an abrupt end to their passionate love-making.

"Marianne... Marianne..." Cari mused aloud. "I've heard that name before, hmmmmm. Wait! Now I remember! That was the girl you told me about, the one you lived with for six months."

"The same," Chance nodded, a bit embarrassed and surprised at his sister's sharp memory.

"I don't know about you, Big Brother," the young blonde said with a shake of her head. "I don't think you'll ever get over this hangup you have about women with big tits. Hell, that cow must have had forty-fives!"

"Forties, and most of it in the cups," he said with a sly smile that brought a grimace from his sister.

"Humph! I can just see you wallowing around in all that titty -- like a kid on Christmas morning!" There was mock disgust in Cari's voice. She was chiding him. "I thought you'd learn by now that anything beyond a handful is a waste."

"Sound jealous," Chance smiled, his gaze drifted to the poor-boy pullover his sister wore. Her breasts, like big, ripe apples pushed out from her chest. The clinging fabric defined those delightful shapes, rounded and smooth, right up to the stiff points that now poked out. Cari was braless.

"I'm always a bit jealous of the women you bed," she said, her lips pouting a little. "All sisters are jealous of their brother's girls. With me, it's even stronger. However, I apologize for breaking up what you two had going... to you that is. I don't care about that big-titted holstein."

Chance laughed, reaching out and giving his younger sister a long hug. "Have I told you I'm glad to see you? And that I'm glad you decided to come in early?"

"No, but you can tell me. I'd like to hear it," Cari said. "I really do feel bad about barging in like I did."

"Don't worry. I am glad to see you."

"Good, because I missed you, which is the real reason I decided to drop in on you a week early. A summer's a long time for a girl to go without seeing her brother," Cari replied, her arms still around him. "And, I am sorry about interrupting Marianne's and your evening. However, I think I can make it up to you."

"Mmmmmm?" He looked down as his sister's head turned to him. "And just how do you propose to do that?"

"I thought this would be a good start."

One of her hands slid to the back of his neck, pulling his head to her. Soft and warm, her lips pressed to his. Her mouth opened and her tongue darted inward, flicking and teasing in a most endearing fashion.

Welcome home, he thought as he returned the embrace. While Marianne might have been a nostalgic carnal trip, the taste, the feel of his sister went far beyond that. She was at the very root of everything that spelled out sensuality and sex to him.

He knew this arousing bundle of teen-age woman-girl more intimately than any woman who had ever entered his life. And he was sure she knew him better than any man in hers. They went back a long time... to a time when they were both virgins... a time when they lost the awkwardness of virginity -- together!

"Brother, you haven't lost that certain something -- if anything, you've improved it!" Cari sighed and snuggled against his chest, the firm globes of her tits making themselves very apparent to him.

This time, it was he who kissed her. Leaning down a little, his mouth covered the tender lusciousness of her lips. His tongue, spurred by the closeness of her, darted into the humid haven of her mouth. He flicked at the roof of her mouth and swirled his oral digit around the caressing probe of her tongue.

His arms tightened around her diminutive body, crushing her to his chest. There was no protest. She melted against him, naturally, igniting all sorts of familiar feelings and sensations within him.

She shifted a bit, dragging a hand of tickling fingers down the naked curve of his spine. Then, her hand crept around to his crotch, tauntingly rubbing at the rising length of his manhood hidden beneath the fabric of his slacks.

"Now that's more like it," she said with a devilish twinkle in her blue eyes. "This is the type of welcome I was expecting! After all, it's been three months, and when I saw that barrel-breasted Marianne, I was afraid she had exhausted you for the evening."

"Still the greedy little bitch," he said with a shake of his head. "What if I told you I was drained, emptied, and what you're fondling so covetously is nothing more than a piss-hard?"

"At the moment, I'd settle for that," she said. "But I'd give five-to-one odds that's more than a case of 'morning pride' my brother's sporting."

"If you're so damn sure of your femininity, why don't you prove it?" His words were a challenge he knew the eager teen-ager would never allow to slip by without reply.

"My pleasure, Big Brother." She wiggled from his arms and slipped to the floor, kneeling at his feet. "Or your pleasure, as the case may be."

Her hands were on his slacks, unfastening the belt buckle, freeing buttons and snaps, and sliding the zipper down its jagged-tooth path. His cock, hard and swollen, jerked stiffly into the air, twitching and pulsing with virile arousal.

"Mmmmm, it seems happy enough to see me," she said with a coy little smile. "I think I should give it a big, hello kiss."

Her eyes rolled from his rigid stalk of manmeat to his face. While he watched, she used both hands to toss the flowing mass of her long blonde hair to her back. A thoughtful gesture! As much as he loved that silky cascade, it did get in the way occasionally, especially when he wanted to see everything that was going on. She knew this, and eliminated the problem beforehand.

"Don't you think we should get rid of these clothes?" He motioned to her sweater-like top and jeans.

"In a little bit, we'll take care of that." Her gaze drifted back to the jutting pole lancing from his groin. "But at the moment, I think this will do just fine."

Her head tilted forward, as she used her hands to spread his knees, opening the way for her. Closer and closer she inched. He saw the pink, wet flash, then felt the warm wetness of her tongue tip-tap at the thick crown of his cock. Shivery sensations of lust and love coursed through his loins. He moaned an uncontrollable sigh of delight.

"Just as I thought, it does want a kiss." She grinned, her eyes aflame with a sparkling gleam.

"You damn well knew that. So, kiss!"

"Yes, sir, Big Brother. Your little sister is here to serve -- and service."

Again her head ducked to his crotch. This time her tongue lapped out and washed over the sensitive surface of his glans. She bathed him with the moisture of her mouth, licking away the preseminal fluids welling from the slitted mouth of his prick.

And getting a taste of Marianne's pussy, he thought, knowing his throbbing shaft was still coated with the brunette's pussy juices. I wonder what she thinks, tasting another woman on her brother's prick?

The small blonde seemed to have no objections. Her animated tongue sprightly ran up and down the swollen length of his rod, leaving it glistening with saliva, and jerking with anticipation. Then she nibbled delicately up and down the bone-hard wand of his sex, toying and teasing him.

As he watched, aroused by the sight of such a submissive beauty kneeling before him, excited by the feel of his sister's lips and tongue, she leaned back a little. Again her flashing, blue eyes rolled to him. She smiled a bit, coyly.

Then her head darted forward. Her mouth opened in a wide "O". Wider, wider. Downward she dropped. Her lips, a tight ring of white, pouted over the thick head of his prick. Inward, he slid over the moist, velvet carpet of her tongue. Deeper, his throbbing shaft entered, drilling into the depths of her throat.

He groaned. In one, swift swoop, she had taken him -- all of him. Her edacious lips now ringed the hairy base of his prick. His cock filled her mouth and throat. He groaned again. The sensation of being buried within his sister's face set his testicles to lurching around within the security of their wrinkled sac.

Upward her head pulled, her cheeks sinking inward with the vigor of her suction. She had teased him, licked him, nibbled at him. And now she was getting down to the serious business of sucking him off.

Down her head dropped and she swallowed the adamantine sword of his sex. Up she sucked, her tongue swirling and caressing around the ponderous circumference of his engorged prong.

She ate at him with unabandoned relish. He saw her throat bob and twitch as she swallowed down the mixture of his preseminal juices and her own saliva. Her lips smacked and little, wet, oral sounds rose from below him.

Despite the recent emptying of his balls into Marianne's hungry quim, he felt the mounting rush of lust building within his scrotum. His cock ached and jerked with pleasure while his sister lovingly lavished her oral caresses on his dick.

He wanted to sit there and enjoy the full measure of the young blonde's worshipping mouth, to unleash the hot load he carried. However, he didn't trust his own vigor. Marianne had drained him. It was late -- a long night after a hard day at the office. If he lost his wad now, he just might not be able to get it up again for a while. And his sister deserved better than that this first night together in nearly three months.

"Enough," he forced himself to say, reaching down and dragging her wonderful mouth off the lance of his loveshaft. "Little sister, I've got a better place to put my aching cock."

"Or I have," the long-haired blonde said with a grin. She pushed to her feet and immediately began to peel off her clothes. "Right up this hot pussy of mine!"

He watched, his cock jumping and twitching with need as he slipped out of his slacks. Cari's nymph-like body, small and delicate, never failed to affect him in the same way. He knew it, every creamy white inch of it. Yet the familiarity of her lithe, girlish form went beyond the simple recognition of an old and dear lover. This was his sister -- a fact that never decreased in its alluring, erotic effect on him.

Her green, poor-boy top came off over her head and she tossed it aside. Round, smooth mounds, topped by coral pink tips, her breasts stood firm and proud on her chest. So young and vulnerable looking, so ripe and taut, just waiting for his hands and mouth.

Catching his admiring gaze, she smiled and shimmied her jeans down over her hips, revealing the familiar cleft of her teen-age loins. Beneath the soft, sandy blonde fleece of her pubic fur was the very visible slit of her pussy, an entrance to ecstasy he had breached five years ago, introducing himself, and her, to the pleasures of the flesh.

"I'm not as voluptuous as that cow Marianne, but will I do?" She poised, turning a little to give him a glimpse of her perky young ass. The word "tail" had been invented for his sister. The demi-globes of her buttocks were solid cushions that taunted him to reach out and squeeze.

"Stop begging for compliments," he said taking her into his arms. "You're quite aware that you're beautiful and totally irresistible."

"But I like you to tell me," she whispered, kissing him. "Besides, when I see you with a set of tits like Marianne's, I get an inferiority complex. All I've got is a handful."

"Two handfuls," he corrected, grasping each of the creamy apples of flesh and squeezing them firmly. "And a couple of mouthfuls left over."

He proved it by ducking his head to her chest and sucking strongly at one of the ripe, stiff buds of her nipples. He did so until he brought a deep, shivery moan from the depths of her throat. Then he politely gave the opposing crest the same attention.

Squeezing and kneading and sucking, he worked the provocative mounds of his teen-age sister's tits. He kept at it, fully enjoying himself, until he felt her knees tremble, threatening to collapse under her.

Then with one last kiss to each of her pink-blushed nipples, he relinquished his hold on her breasts. He lifted her supple, naked body in his arms and carried the girl into the bedroom, depositing her atop the bed.

"I'm aflood inside," the supine beauty sighed, lolling around, her thighs opening in a lewd invitation. "I want to feel my brother's cock up me. I want him to fuck me with that beautiful pussy pleaser."

Sliding atop the sleek curves of her young body, he skewered the swollen bludgeon of his prick into the wanton gash of his sister's young cunt. She grunted beneath the sudden, deep penetration of her body. But her pelvis arched up, sleeving every inch of his rigid shaft in the liquid warmth of her pussy.

"Damn!" The young girl writhed, impaled on the unyielding length of his cock. "I've been wanting to feel this ever since you left. Big Brother, ball the hell out of your little sister. Fuck her -- hard and fast!"

Immediately, his hips responded. He wrenched up, sliding from the tight pocket of pleasure softly surrounding his inflamed cock. He lurched, spearing downward, back into the hot, yielding interior.

"Yesssss," her passionate urgency hissed from between her clenched teeth. "There's no man like my brother. No one who knows how to fuck me like my brother!"

In and down, he slammed in deep-grinding strokes. Recklessly he threw himself into the squeezing socket of her cunt. He reamed and drilled the channel of her young lust. He fucked and hunched, whipping her into a frenzy of erotic need.

She writhed and squirmed beneath his fleshy onslaught. Her hips, pumping with zealous vigor, matched him stroke for stroke. Lust and love blended into one. Their bodies melted in carnal union.

It didn't take long for her wild fervored delirium of need to soar to its exploding peak. She wanted him and was ready to give herself. As she came, crying out the full strength of her climax, he realized she must have been thinking about this moment during her bus trip, titillating herself with the thought of her brother riding her willing body.

He wanted to extend the pleasure of this moment, but his own need was too compelling. He came. His cock, rammed deeply into the enveloping folds of her tight pussy, blasted out fountain after fountain of thick, hot semen.

He filled her, drenching his sister's cunt with a flood of her brother's seed. The quivering contractions of her vaginal channel milked at him, drawing out each steaming drop of his lust. His spent prick finally slithered from the slippery tunnel of her sated quim.

When he rolled from her satisfied body, she nestled into the hollow of his shoulder, her lips kissing at his neck and chest in gratitude. Then after a moment or two, he heard her breathing soften to the shallow, peaceful breaths of sleep.

"It's been a long day for you little sister," he whispered, lightly kissing her closed eyes. "And for your brother."

Holding her closely, he allowed his eyelids to close. In another moment, he joined his sister in the restful oblivion of sleep.

CHAPTER THREE

He was curled against Cari's nakedness when he awoke. She felt warm and smooth; they fitted against each other like two spoons nestled together.

Chance didn't want to move, but the sunlight beaming in through an irritating separation in the drapes made it necessary. His eyes couldn't take the bright rays.

He rolled to his back, closing his eyes and trying to drift into sleep again. After all, it was Saturday morning, and Saturday mornings were made for sleeping late.

It was no good. He was wide awake. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, tracing the stucco swirl patterns there.

As much as he loved his sister, and as glad as he was to see her, Cari's being here was bothering him. Three months ago, at the beginning of the summer, it would have been the perfect arrangement.

But that was three months ago -- before he met Tanya. And Cari didn't even know about Tanya, didn't know her loving brother was engaged, would be married in another ten days.

Chance felt like a heel. Cari deserved better than that. He had tried on several occasions to tell his younger sister about his fiancee, but had never worked up the courage. Cari was more than just a sister -- she was his lover. How does one go about telling a lover that he's in love with another woman and going to marry her? He knew he couldn't, not without hurting Cari. And he knew she would never understand if he told her that Tanya was a virgin. Cari just wouldn't understand. Not Cari, ever-ready and ever-willing Cari.

Memories flooded his mind, taking him back to that night five years ago. It was two months after their parents had been killed in a car accident. He had come home to visit Uncle Bill and Aunt Emma, and Cari who was living with them. His uncle and aunt had gone to a movie and left him and his sister alone.

He had gone to his room early, telling Cari he had to study, he remembered, when in fact he wanted to read a rather sexy book he had picked up in the bus station, and diddle himself. He was well into an arousing scene, his erect prick in hand, when Cari, fourteen and just learning about her own body, walked into the room.

It was hard to recall all the details, he was embarrassed and awkward, and a virgin, despite being nineteen and a sophomore in college. But Cari knew what she wanted -- her big brother. And that's what she got. And for five years, they had shared their bodies whenever the opportunity presented itself.

They both had taken other lovers in those five years, but none were lasting, for either of them. That was, until Chance met Tanya.

Chance smiled, he could hear Cari calling his raven-haired fiancee a cow. As Cari had noted last night, he had a definite taste for big-titted women. Tanya was definitely big-titted, and beautiful. She was also quite willing and passionate. Her only hangup was an old-fashioned desire to preserve her virginity until her wedding night. Chance never understood that, but after a month of trying to get Tanya in his bed, he realized it was an impossible task. He also realized he was in love with the young woman. The results had been two months of mutual masturbation sessions, a box or two of come-drenched tissues and lubricant-stained panties. And, of course, Tanya's intact hymen, that thin membrane of flesh she was saving for their wedding night.

Tanya knew he had had other lovers. However, she had no idea one of them was his sister.

Cari -- Tanya; Tanya -- Cari. As many times as he rolled the two around in his head, they just didn't seem to fit. There had to be just one, and that was Tanya.

For a twenty-four year old attorney, fresh out of law school, junior member of the biggest law firm in town, he didn't feel too smart. Cari just didn't fit into his vision of the future, a life he planned to share with one woman, Tanya, his wife. He should have told his sister about Tanya earlier, perhaps from the very beginning, and thus prepared her for the eventual outcome.

Now anything he said, anyway he said it, would be like hitting his sister over the head with a sledge hammer. There was no way to lessen the shock. If it were possible, he would have kicked himself in the ass for being so stupid!

"Mmmmmmm," Cari sighed, rolling to her back beside him. "I feel wonderful! Last night was fantastic, Big Brother. Now, your little sister feels like being fucked awake. I can't think of a better way to start the morning."

"Cari, I need to talk with you," Chance started, fully intent on telling his sister everything about Tanya and their quickly approaching marriage.

"Later, Chance, please." Cari pouted, her voice a piteous plea. "Right now I need to feel my brother inside me, filling me with his hard cock."

She pulled him to her, her lips softly brushing against his. Without thinking, he responded, pressing down atop her, reveling in the firm feel of her young breasts spearing into the nakedness of his chest. Her tongue was in his mouth, languidly exploring the roof of his mouth and toying with his tongue.

Damn! He cursed himself, feeling a rush of desire course through his loins. His cock was on the rise again. You've got about as much control over yourself as a mink in heat when it comes to your sister!

"That's better," the frosty-haired nymph cooed as their mouths drifted apart. "For a minute, you had me afraid I was going to have to get down on my hands and knees and beg for you to fuck me."

"That's never bothered you before," he answered with a playful kiss.

"If that's what you want, I'll do it right now," she replied. Her voice was husky and drowsy, still half-asleep, but containing the beginnings of lust.

"Perhaps later," he said. "Right now, this will do just fine."

He kissed, tenderness growing to passion as he drilled his tongue deeply, striving for her throat. She wiggled and squirmed beneath him, working a hand between his legs. Her fingers found the hose-like length of his penis. He throbbed and grew under the intimate fondling of her cool fingertips.

"I love to feel you get hard while I hold you." Her eyes fluttered open, flashing with a lusty light. "There's a certain satisfaction in knowing that this magnificent prodder is pulsing and growing for me, to feel its strength and power."

He loved it too. His cock was now stiff and thick, a pole of need and desire, testimony of the pleasure he found in his teen-age sister's playful tauntings.

"And these," she said, slipping her hand to his scrotum. "I like to hold your balls, feel them moving around in their bag when my fingers play with them."

He moaned. His testicles shot around in their hairy sac under the exploring caress of her fingertips.

"In fact, I like everything about my brother's pussy pleaser," she said with a shivery little sigh. "Especially when it's burrowed deeply within me."

She gave his stiff cockshaft a firm, ardent squeeze to make sure he got her meaning. He didn't need such an obvious demonstration of her desire. There was nothing he liked better than to ensconce his prick in the tender folds of his sister's quim.

However, he was not ready for that, at least not at the moment. Last night, caught in the passion of their reunion, they had been rushed. This morning, fresh from a restful sleep and with no pressing business facing either of them, he wanted to take his time.

Taunting his fingertips over the taut sleekness of the young blonde's flat stomach, he worked his hand upward until a palm cupped the rounded base of one of his sister's breasts. Her flesh was velvety smooth and radiated a summery sexual warmth. He reveled in the touch of her, the youthful firmness of her ripe, bulging tits.

In lazy languor, he tickled his fingertips around the round base of her luscious tit. Aroused shivers and delightful waves of erotically induced gooseflesh rippled over her silky flesh. Her chest heaved with mounting anticipation while his fingers lovingly crept up the alluring contour of her breast.

"Ohhhhhhh!" She gasped, trembling when his fingers found the quiescent nipple sleeping atop the knoll of her pleasure.

Tenderly, he fondled the soft little button, sending suffusing tremors of arousal through his sister's supine body. Beneath the dexterous manipulation of his fingertips, he brought the mammary bud to life. It swelled, its coral pinkness blushing redly. It stiffened, rubbery hard with excitement, until it stood straight up, a tight-pointed tip jutting into the air.

In an abrupt movement that caused the teen-ager to suck in her breath and groan with abandoned relish, his fingers released their hold on her nipple and suddenly dropped down to cup her tit again. Solidly, he kneaded the apple-like shape of her young breast, while he ducked his head down, his lips capturing the swollen nubbin of her need.

"Suck it, Big Brother," the frosty-tressed beauty whispered her desire. "Suck it!"

Her back arched upward, feeding the creamy flesh of her tit into his welcoming mouth. He sucked, harder and harder. At the same time his tongue, a moist whip of pleasure, lashed across the swollen nipple and his teeth nibbled at the delicate morsel.

Her hand tightened around the stiffness of his cock. Fervently, she squeezed the thick rod of sex. She jacked at him, her fist rushing up and down on the desire-laden rail of flesh. His balls churned within the security of their bag, afire with a rising need to quench their flames in the liquid warmth of his sister's wanton pussy.

"Brother, please!" There was no sleep in the nymph's voice now, only desire. "I want you. I want to feel this fat cock moving in and out of me. Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

Trying his best to ignore his own growing need, he relinquished his squeezing grip on her tender tit and reached down to encompass the feminine knoll of her cunt. Tightly he clamped his palm over the plump rise of her sex, kneading as he had kneaded her breast but an instant ago.

"Damn you! You're going to have me climbing the walls!" His sister twisted out from under his pinning weight. His edacious lips were wrenched from her tit with a wet smacking sound. "If you won't fuck me, then I'll fuck you."

Playfully, she pushed him to his back, giving his adamant cock a hard squeeze.

"You just lay there and let me handle this," she said, her eyes glinting with lusty light. "If you aren't gentleman enough to ball a young lady when she begs for it, at least politely remain still while she fucks you!"

"Young lady?" He laughed, reaching out to pull her to him. She evaded his groping arms. "Young ladies don't beg men to fuck them!"

"That's because a real gentleman wouldn't let them get so worked up they had to plead for it," she snorted in mock disgust.

"But I don't feel like a gentleman this morning. I'm a man who wants very much to ball his sister."

"Good! Because I don't feel like a lady, just a woman who needs a man -- her brother!"

She lessened her grip on his cock, stroking it very gently, tenderly, almost worshippingly. "Now will you lay still and let your sister take care of this?"

"I never had any intention of doing otherwise," he said. "Aren't I always reasonable?"

"Hurmph!" She grunted, then leaned forward and kissed the engorged head of his prick. "Don't get excited, Big Brother. I just felt like giving this beautiful cock a kiss. Later I might give it the long, wet kiss it deserves, but now, I want you inside my pussy."

He had no objections. That was exactly where he wanted to be!

Knee-walking beside him, the flowing-haired young blonde straddled his thighs, the firmness of her knees pressing to each side of his legs. Lovingly, her hand ran up and down the rigid rod of his prick a couple more times. The crystal drops of preseminal fluid oozing from his glans smeared over the arrowhead shape of his cock-crown.

Then pulling his sexual lance straight up in the air, the teen-age nymph scooted up. His balls lurched. She now stood on her knees above his groin. Through the silky foliage of her pubis, he could see the tremulous groove of her sex. Its pink lips were slightly pouted, open and ready to accept the fleshy length of his root.

Her flashing blue eyes rolled up to meet his. She grinned widely, aroused with anticipation of their intimate union -- man and woman -- brother and sister!

Her gaze returned to the meaty stalk she held perpendicular to his loins. Her thighs spread a bit and she slowly began to lower her wanton body onto the inflexible spike of his manhood.

His hands tenderly caressing the youthful smoothness of her supple thighs, he lay supine beneath her, his eyes focused on the descending mouth of her hungry sex. His balls tightened and retightened in their hairy sac as that fur-fringed nest of carnal pleasure inched closer and closer to his throbbing cock.

He groaned. The sandy blonde strands of her pubic fleece brushed over the hypersensitive crown of his prick, tickling and teasing. Down, ever down, she eased herself, his glans pushing through the soft moss and nuzzling against the moist, pink lips of her quim.

She trembled, their contact creating wild, swirling needs deep in the wanton core of her teen-age body. For a moment he thought her taut thighs were going to give way, and she was going to drop, skewering herself on his unbending shaft.

But her control was marvelous. She steadied herself and began to descend once again.

Unable to take his gaze from the inciting union of their bodies, he watched the engorged bulb of his glans splay the outer lips of her labia. Inward, his pulsing head slid, opening the humid furrow of her young cunt.

Lower and lower, she slid, now riding the swollen tube of his erect cock. Deeper and deeper, he invaded the spongy canal of her vagina, sighing as the liquid heat of her body surrounded and caressed the aching length of his shaft.

Her legs gave way!

"Arrahhhagggahhh!" She grunted in surprised pleasure.

With a fleshy thud, she sat down on him. The last three inches of his cock shot up into her body in one driving rush. She groaned again, packed with the thick circumference of her brother's prick. Her arms shot out. Hands planted firmly on his bare chest, she supported her trembling body.

For a moment, she just sat there, apparently savoring the swollen fullness of her self-impalement. He felt the gripping strength of her vaginal muscles as she clamped down around the rod of his lust. Covetously, she squeezed, tightening her love channel to a taut glove that molded to the throbbing contours of his cock.

"Mmmmmmmm," she eventually crooned in a self-satisfied voice. "That's what I like, you hard and long inside me!"

He liked it too! But he realized she knew that. Five years of sibling love-making left few secrets of the flesh unexplored. They knew each other, knew what one another wanted and needed. And both were willing to fulfill those desires, unashamed and uninhibited.

"Now, Big Brother, I'm going to show you what your little sister can do," she said, tossing back the long strands of her golden hair. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

"Deeds, not words," he chided her, running his hands up her thighs, along her sides, to cup the twin balls of her proud breasts. His thumbs mashed down atop the erect buttons of her nipples.

Abruptly, her pelvis wrenched upward. She squeezed at him, dragging his ponderous cock from the hot core of her cunt. She stopped, only his aching glans entrenched in the mouth of her belly. She relaxed the squeezing hold of her cunt, then quickly retightened herself. Again and again, she repeated the process, setting his balls to lurching and churning.

Then she dropped back down, fully skewering herself on the adamantine length of his prick. She grunted, her eyes fluttering closed, then opening. They were glazed and drowsy looking, as though she had just felt the effects of three fingers worth of one hundred and eighty proof liquor. It was the expression of a woman filled with virile cock -- and loving every minute of it.

As she rose back up the pulsing lance of his manhood, he let one of his hands drift down her body, once more returning to the soft foliage of her pussy. He teased there for several minutes while she hunched up and down on his cock. Closer and closer, he weaved the titillating tips of his fingers, nearing the quivering slit of her cunt.

Then, an inquisitive finger was probing into the open gash of her pussy, delving downward just enough to touch and tap the nubbin of her clitoris. She went wild as he cajoled the pea-sized bud of ecstasy out from beneath its thin sheath of skin. His thoughtful manipulation sent hot waves of pleasure rushing through her young body. She groaned and panted, her pelvis rising and falling onto the swollen, lust-laden length of his shaft at an ever-increasing rate.

In and out, his cock filled the hungry hole of her cunt. His own hips, despite his confined position, bucked and arched upward, slamming into her pelvis. Wet, slapping sounds, the hard meeting of their cores, rose in the air, mingling with her constant moans.

Never stopping with his clit fondling, he rubbed and stroked that all-important point of pleasure. The teen-ager liked to have her sexual trigger roughly caressed as she neared the throes of climax. Other women preferred a feather-like touch, or perhaps a circular motion. Each was different, a man who cared discovered these things and provided them for his lover. Chance Weston was such a man -- a lover.

Up and down the clinging folds of her cunt slid. Fiery friction burned along every inch of his thick, lust-swollen cock. He twitched and jerked within her. The growing need within his own loins was rapidly becoming a flaming ball that would blast upward.

Harder and harder, his sister rode the inflexible length of his cock. Her face was pleasure twisted. Her full, red lips writhed as she moaned and groaned the nearness of her release. Her hands gripped at his chest under the intensity of her pleasure, her fingernails biting into his bare skin.

In quick, brisk strokes, his finger roughly ground into the extended button of her clit. He stroked her, matching the rise and fall of her cunt. At the same time, his own hips thrust and lunged with increasing need and strength.

"God! Oh God, Chance!" The beautiful blonde's face showed the torment of ecstasy-agony. "Sweet God! It's so gooood!"

He intended to make it even better, by slipping a finger into her cock-packed cunt, but he didn't need the extra stimulation. She came.

Her arms collapsed and she fell atop him. Her diminutive body quaked and trembled as the lusts and desires of her teen-age needs were unleashed.

Politely, he slipped his fingertip from her clit, before pleasure turned to pain. He also kept his hips moving, thrusting in and out of her juicy cunt, extending the height of her climax.

He was a loving brother, and she was a loving sister. A fact she proved when she at last descended from the raging winds of orgasm. She wedged a hand down between their cores and tenderly played with the rock-laden sac of his testicles.

He came!

After no more than a moment or two of his sister's teasing caresses, he unloaded the thick, hot flood of semen swirling in his balls. For the second time within twenty-four hours, he drenched the young blonde's pussy with his seed, emptying himself into her wanton slot of pleasure.

"That's one hell of a way to wake up," Cari grinned as she rolled from him after his cock had deflated and slithered from her come-oozing pussy. "I think I could lay here all day."

"Definitely a case of rounded heels," he chuckled.

"Created by my brother," she chided back. "Whatever I am, you made me... no pun intended."

He laughed and pulled her to him. The kiss they were halfway into was rudely interrupted by the harsh ringing of the phone. He let it blare three times before giving into its demanding sounds.

Rolling to his back, he reached out and found the phone atop a night table. He snagged the receiver from its cradle and mumbled a "hello".

Then he sat up straight -- it was Tanya!

CHAPTER FOUR

Chance took a moment or two to calm himself before trying to talk to his fiancee. He was still shaky from Cari's ball-draining performance. Then he began to talk.

Apparently taking a cue from the sound of his voice, Cari slipped from the bed and went trotting off into the bathroom. He was grateful for the privacy. He was also grateful for the fact Tanya's call was merely a "good morning" call, nothing important, except that she was double-checking on the time he was to pick her up that evening.

They chatted for a while before he worked in the fact that his younger sister was visiting him. He didn't mention that he and Cari had just spent the night together, as lovers.

"No problem," Tanya said. "I'll see to it that Mary is out of our apartment tonight. We can come over here after dinner."

"Good, Mary's a nice kid, but when I'm necking with my wife-to-be, I don't like to have your roommate as an audience," he answered.

"Don't tell me you're basically shy?" Tanya teased. "Not my Chance Weston?"

"If you'd give me a chance, I'd show you how shy I am," he replied.

"Calm down, lover," Tanya said sternly. "We've waited this long, nine more days won't be that hard to last."

"It won't be that easy either," he grunted. Tanya's virginity was an obsession with her. He had long ago stopped trying to convince her that her precious maidenhead didn't make a difference with him. However, he hadn't stopped hoping.

After a few more minutes, they said their goodbyes and he replaced the receiver in its cradle. The sound of running water came from the bathroom for a moment. Then the faucet was silent. The door opened and Cari came back and slid onto the bed beside him.

"That sounded rather personal, Big Brother," the girl said, propping a pillow behind her head. "I thought you might want to talk alone."

"It was personal, Cari." He stopped and pondered what he needed to say. There was no gentle way to break it to her. So, "Listen, I've got something I've got to tell you. I tried to tell you earlier, but... well, I've got to say it now."

"I don't know if I like the tone of your voice. This sounds serious."

"It is serious..."

Sucking in a deep breath, he blurted out the whole story, giving his sister every detail. He tried to read her expression, but wasn't sure what he saw. There was surprise, shock, and a hint of hurt, but how deep that hurt went evaded him. Cari didn't move, but just sat there, looking at him.

"... there, that's it. I'm sorry about not telling you before this," he concluded. "I thought once you got here and met Tanya it might be easier."

"Whew! You weren't kidding when you said it was serious," the girl said with a shake of her head. "I wasn't ready for anything this heavy."

Her voice quavered some, but he couldn't see any tears in her eyes. Thank God for that!

"I knew we'd both find other people eventually, get married, and have separate families," Cari said. "I just didn't think it would happen this soon."

"It's not that soon, baby," he said gently. "I'm twenty-four and you're a junior in college."

"I know, I know. It's just that this is so unexpected. I mean you're going to be married in nine days." She paused. "Hey, don't get me wrong. You know I wish you all the happiness in the world. And I understand, really I do. It'll just take me a few moments to get this straight in my head."

He hugged her, holding her closely. She wasn't taking it as hard as he had expected.

"Look, I just realized I must be blowing things for you by being here." Cari turned to him. "I can get a hotel room until I get an apartment. You and Tanya need someplace to be alone."

He shook his head. "I've already got that worked out. This place is paid for until the end of the month. It's yours; I want you to stay here with me until the wedding. And afterwards, you can stay until the rent runs out. If you like the place, you can pick up the lease. Tanya and I are already closing a deal on a small house on the other side of town."

"Are you sure your little sister isn't going to be in the way?"

"You never have."

She gazed at him with uncertainty.

Tanya seemed nice enough, Cari admitted to herself, though she also believed no girl would ever seem nice enough for her brother.

She cautiously eyed the black-haired girl who sat across the room from her, not at all certain why Chance had brought her to the apartment. Cari was very uncomfortable at meeting her brother's future wife. Hell, she was just accepting the idea that Chance was to be married. She wasn't ready to meet the girl.

Girl was the right word. She couldn't believe that this beautiful girl was still a virgin -- not around Chance. Her brother was slipping. Or else he really was in love!

Love did strange things to people. She didn't understand Chance's relationship with Tanya. And she sure as hell didn't grasp Tanya's desire to keep her virginity. It was like something out of the Victorian age. If there was one thing Cari was sure of, it was that she would know how her would-be husband performed in bed before the nuptial knots were tied. The thought of climbing into a marriage bed with an unknown man appalled her.

She pushed the thoughts from her head and tried to listen to the conversation. Chance and Tanya weren't saying anything important.

It's those big tits! My brother's a sucker for a bosomy woman!

As she thought, she knew she was wrong. Although Tanya was well endowed with an opulently large set of tits, she could tell that Chance's feelings went far beyond a fascination with the raven-haired girl's chest. It's love. There's no way to get around it. Big Brother is head over heels for this one. Goodbye, little sister Cari!

"Hey, it's getting late," Chance said, glancing at his watch. "We've got to be going. Our reservations are for eight o'clock sharp."

Cari rose as Tanya did and they said their goodbyes. She smiled and tried to act warmly to the girl. She didn't feel that it came off, but neither Chance nor Tanya seemed to notice.

"Don't wait up for me, Sis," Chance said as they moved to the door. "I'll be late."

She nodded and smiled, watching them leave. Right now it might seem like you don't need me, big boy, but wait until you get home after your date with Miss Lily White. Then we'll see if you still need your little sister!

She toyed with the idea of rejecting the advances she knew Chance would make, letting him go to bed with a painful case of the stone aches. She smiled. In a sadistic sort of way, the idea pleased her. It would serve him right for not telling me about Tanya.

But she knew it wouldn't happen that way. She could never refuse her brother, never. Already she felt the liquid flow of her want for him deep within the core of her body. She shivered, wanting him there with her.

Crossing the room, she switched on the television, then flopped down on the sofa. Damn! It's going to be a long night!

"See, just as I told you. Mary's gone and won't be back until 2 a.m.," Tanya said, waving her arm to display the empty apartment.

"Alone at last," Chance said, pulling the beautiful girl into his arms and holding her tightly to him. "I've been waiting for this all night. At last the lecherous old man has the lovely young virgin in his clutches. And let me warn you, my intentions are all dishonorable."

"Chance, you're awful!" She smiled, weakly trying to escape his embrace. "You shouldn't tease me like that. It isn't..."

His mouth covered hers, muffling the last words of her sentence. His tongue rushed in, taunting and teasing around within the sweetness of her mouth. She felt so damn good against him. Her tits, large and firm, were like luscious pillows just right for a man's hands and mouth. Her pelvis, melted against his, naturally and perfectly. He shoved his hips against her, giving her a full feel of his aroused cock. She shivered at the touch of the long hardness still hidden in his pants.

"... nice," she moaned in a breathless gasp as their lips parted.

"You can say that again," he replied, pulling her back for another long, lingering kiss. The nine days that separated him from finally having this girl's body seemed like nine eternities.

Her arms were around him now. Her pelvis undulated against the rigid rod of his sex. She knew damn well what she was doing to him -- to herself -- yet, he had never been about to break down the mental wall that commanded her to wait for the marriage bed.

"Nine days," she mumbled when their mouths drifted apart once again. "Nine more days."

"We don't have to wait those nine days," he whispered. "We've never had to wait. I love you, you love me. Mary's gone, and your bedroom is right through that door. All we have to do is..."

"Chance, don't, please," she said shaking her head. "We've waited this long. Now all that's left is nine days. We can wait. I promise you, after that, I'll make up for the past three months. You'll never be sorry you married me. I promise you that."

He nodded, giving in to her as he had for the past three months. Nine days!

She kissed him, hard and long. There was a passionate woman hidden behind that thin sheath of virginity, he had discovered that a long time ago. Tanya wasn't afraid of sex, she wanted it, as much, if not more, than he did. She just had this hang up about her maidenhead and nice girls giving it to their husbands on their wedding night.

"We can use our hands," she suggested as they separated again.

"Do you want that?"

"You know I do. I feel like I'm about to come apart inside."

He knew what she meant. The pressure for release was growing in his loins, as it always did when he was around this black-haired temptress. Their mutual masturbation session would have to suffice, as it had for three months.

Kissing her again, he moved her toward the sofa. They melted down atop the cushions, their hands fondling and exploring. Their tongues dueling over and around each other with increasing alacrity.

"I love you. God! You don't know just how much I love you!" Her lips were on his ear, taunting and teasing.

His fingers managed to open the buttons of her dress, slipping it over her shoulders enough to expose the braless pillows of her large tits. White and creamy, topped by sleek, black-brown cherries, they seemed to shimmer as he tucked his head to one of them, nuzzling and sucking at its titillating form.

At the same time, he worked a hand up under her skirt. For moments, he fondled the soft, smooth interiors of her thighs, delighting as she shivered and trembled with excitement. Then, his hand rose, slipping under the elastic band of her panties and wiggling a finger into the waiting lips of her virginal cunt.

By then, she had managed to free his trousers, scooting pants and jockey shorts down around his knees. Her fingers were busily taunting the rigid shaft of manhood she had liberated. She also paid close attention to the aching testicles snuggled securely against his scrotum.

There was no problem finding the beauty's clit. It was large and extended, waiting for the intimate caress of his finger. At least four or five times larger than Cari's tiny pea-size clit, the girl's point of passion seemed to swell and expand as he lightly fondled it. Unlike Cari, the girl found no pleasure in the rough handling of her clit. For her ecstasy came with a light but steady touch.

However, she was fully aware of the fact his cock didn't need the same tender treatment. Her hand clamped around his rod in a hot, tight fist. She jacked at him, knowing that he liked it that way. If anything, their three months had taught her a cock wasn't a delicate china doll. For that, he was grateful.

They both were excited and needy. It didn't take more than a few minutes to bring her off, writhing and moaning in his arms. And a few moments later, he was spewing a thick spume of man-come, unleashing the desire contained in his groin.

"Just lay here, I'll go get some tissues and a wash cloth," she whispered as the last pleasure spasm passed from his prick.

He watched her rise and pull her dress back over her shoulders, then quickly disappear into her bedroom, knowing before she got to the bathroom she would stop to discard the panties she now wore -- panties that were fully dampened with the flow of her own feminine juices.

CHAPTER FIVE

Cari was waiting for him when he arrived back at the apartment. She was wearing a light blue negligee, one of those long, flowing robes of diaphanous material. She was half-sitting, half-lying on the sofa in a very seductive pose. The sheer fabric of her negligee left little to his imagination, though it did increase the erotic effect of her pose. There was something about almost bare women that seemed ten times more sexy than naked flesh.

"You're home earlier than I expected," the frosty-haired blonde greeted him.

"And I thought I told you not to wait up for me?" he said. The gown was perfect for her. It complimented her deep blue eyes and provided the correct background for her waist-length blonde hair. "And I thought you might be hungry and like an early morning snack," she replied, shifting one of her long, supple legs. For the first time he noticed she was wearing panties beneath the negligee. The covered mound of her sex made it that more alluring. "Does a couple scrambled eggs, some bacon, toast, and coffee sound good?"

"Sorry, but I'm still full from dinner. Tanya and I had a steak."

"Steak? While I had to settle for a bologna sandwich?" She smiled, noticing the lingering gaze of his probing eyes. "How about some coffee then?"

He shook his head. She wasn't wearing a top beneath the gown. The firm little globes of her breasts were clearly visible to him. The fabric of the negligee clung to their ripe form, making them sleek and shining.

It was more than obvious to him why she had chosen her attire. He had told her about Tanya's and his sex life -- or lack of it. Now, little sister was making herself available to help ease big brother's frustration. He loved her for it.

"Well, I guess if you don't want anything to eat," she said with another little coy smile, "we should turn in for the night. I'll sleep in here on the couch. I won't want to compromise your virtue now that you're about to become an old married man."

He chuckled, then shook his head. "If I remember correctly we both compromised each other's virtue a long time ago. It's a little late to start worrying about that."

She turned her head from him, eyes downcast.

"Hey, baby sister, what wrong?" He quickly stepped to the couch and sat down beside her. "Did I say anything wrong?"

"No, no, it's just me." She wiped at her eyes. There were tears there. "I just can't stop thinking about it. We've had five years together, but in another eight days it will be all over. We'll have to start acting like every other brother and sister."

He took her in his arms and held her tenderly. Softly, he stroked the long mass of her flowing blonde hair.

"Chance, I'm sorry. I'm acting silly. Despite everything, I really do like Tanya. She's a beautiful woman and she seems to be in love with you. And I can tell you're in love with her every time you look at her. Only a man in love can get a stupid expression like that!" She tried to laugh, weakly. "Don't mind me. I'm just feeling sorry for myself... and a little bit jealous."

"It's all right," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I handled this all wrong."

"Don't blame yourself. You've just got a silly kid sister."

"No way! Cari Weston is the best possible sister Chance Weston could ever hope to have. And I happen to love her."

She kissed him, a very sisterly kiss, and smiled. "And you're one hell of a brother, did you know that?"

"Yep!" He grinned. "You're lucky to have me."

"God! You're also a conceited bastard!" She laughed now, the tears disappearing from her eyes. "But I still love you."

"Great! Because, I've just decided that I'm hungry and want something to eat."

"Okay, Big Brother, little sister is willing to serve. After all, I did stay up to fix you a snack," she said. "What do you want to eat?"

"You." He paused a moment, letting his answer sink in. "I want to run my tongue up that lovely pussy of yours and give you a licking you'll never forget."

"Hmmmm, I don't know about that. I don't remember that dish being on the menu." She tried to appear calm, but he felt the shivers of delight course through her body.

"It's a gourmet item," he whispered. "Think I could convince you to prepare it for me?"

"Gourmet dishes really aren't my line..."

Without warning, his hand shot down to her crotch, grasping the plump womanly knoll of her pubis. He squeezed down hard and firmly, making sure she felt the pressure through the thin layers of her gown and panties.

She did. She moaned and trembled, her pelvis hunching a little, pressing into his palm. "You just convinced me! Any special way you want it served?"

"I'll take care of that," he said. "All you have to do is just lay back and enjoy it!"

Immediately, she leaned back, fluffing one of the sofa pillows behind her head. Her position would give her a total view of his oral caresses. The blonde shared his delight in watching a lover give him head.

Slowly, he pulled the tie-strings of her negligee, opening the neck of the gown. His fingers then went to work on her buttons, freeing them one by one, then opening the gown wide.

"Has anyone ever told you that you do that nicely?" she said.

"None of your business," he said with a smile. "But I'm glad you liked it."

He leaned over and attacked her young breasts with a flourish of kisses, leaving both glowing warm with sexual heat, and each nipple stiff and erect. At the same time, his hands, and her wiggling hips managed to work her thin, blue, bikini-style panties down her sleek legs.

He continued his kissing, languorously taunting down to the flat expanse of her taut stomach. He paused briefly, letting his tongue tease the deep, sensual well of her navel. Appreciatively, her hands stroked his hair and caressed his cheeks.

"It feels so good," she crooned with relish. "Even your breath is exciting, warm, and arousing."

He knew what she meant, remembering how many times he had enjoyed feeling the warm streams of her breath caressing the stiff length, of his cock.

Downward, he kissed, taunting his way closer and closer to the fur-fleeced mound of his sister's cunt. But before his lips touched that soft fluff, he suddenly swung his head to the side, using his lips and tongue to tease along the smooth interior of one of her thighs.

He repeated the tantalizing maneuver on the opposite thigh, blowing lightly on the strands of her pubic down as he turned his mouth to her other leg.

He didn't rush. The longer he took, the higher her anticipation would be when his mouth finally pressed against the waiting lips of her pussy. A man's mouth is one of the greatest pleasures he can offer a woman. When it's given, a man should take his time, making sure the woman receives the full effects of tongue and lips.

Kissing up from her thigh, he circled up to the fringe of her tender foliage. Then he weaved his tongue downward through those soft, silky strands.

However, he denied her trembling groove of sex the touch of his oral digit. Instead, he continued his taunting. Playfully, he ran his tongue to each side of that intimate slit, sometimes teasingly wiggling it right next to the moist mouth of her quim.

"Damn! It feels wonderful!" The blonde above him moaned in a deep, lusty voice. "It's like being tortured with pleasure!"

It was exactly like that. Because that's what he was doing to her. Each tickling stroke of his tongue, each fleeting maneuver toward the quivering lips of her labia was designed to incite her, and awaken the desirous needs within the steaming channel of her cunt.

Without a hint of what was to come next, he ran his tongue along the crease of her sex. He didn't delve into that hot, juicy pocket, but simply toyed up and down the slit. He licked away the moist droplets of her womanly fluids, smacking his lips loudly so that she knew he swallowed down her juices.

Then, using both hands, he spread the plump, pink lips of her cunt, opening her so that he saw the delicate scalloped lips of her inner labia. In a wide, laving lap, he ran the taunting length of his tongue up and down the wet channel. At the top of his swipe, he paused momentarily, lovingly circling the aroused bud of her clit.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cooed in deep satisfaction. She writhed, her pelvis responding with a trembling little hunch. "Gooooood!"

Again and again, he licked the quivering groove of her sex, replacing the flow of her fluids with the shining veneer of his saliva. Her hands tightened on the back of his head, but she didn't push him down into the hungry mouth of her cunt. She was doing as he told her, lying back and savoring the oral delights he provided.

With the same lazy slowness, he finally got down to the serious task of eating her. Using his tongue-tip, he parted the inner lips of her pussy and languorously slithered his oral digit into the juicy quick of her body.

Like a jolt of electricity, the intimate penetration jarred her. She writhed, her hips beginning to undulate on their own accord. She was fucking herself on his tongue, hunching at his face.

In a counterpoint, he used his oral digit in penis-imitating fashion. As her pelvis pushed upward, he licked out, swirling his tongue over the interior of her cunt. When she eased back, he thrust inward. It was a tease, but one he enjoyed and, from the constant chorus of her moans, one she delighted in equally.

Eventually, he fell into her rhythm, matching the need of her young body with the laving of his tongue, drilling inward as her hips rose and slithering out at the fall of her pelvis. He ate her, licking and sucking away the flood of fluids that flowed into the channel of her cunt.

Then to add that extra something special, he wiggled a thumb atop the button of her clit. Roughly, the way his sex hungry sister liked it, he rolled the aroused nubbin. Firmly, he rubbed the button of her womanly pleasure.

It didn't take long after that. Crying out in a piteous voice of delight, the teen-age girl came. Quickly he removed his thumb and drilled his tongue in and out. He ate at her until the last throes of her climax passed and she lay trembling and panting, sated.

"I hope to hell Tanya realizes how lucky she is," his younger sister managed a smile. "I don't think there's another man like you in the world!"

"Ahhh, gosh!" He said, imitating the stereotype of an embarrassed farm boy. "Twere'n't nothing Miss Weston. Any red-blooded American boy would love to go down on that pretty little pussy of yours."

She shook her head and groaned. "I've met a few who wouldn't. Pussy licking doesn't fit their picture of the macho male."

Chance realized that. Half the country's population still felt that oral sex was something dirty and nasty. He could never understand a man, or a woman for that matter, who would deny his sexual partner the pleasure of his mouth. But it was a common occurrence, despite the popularity of sex manuals and the so-called sexual revolution. He even knew one couple who admitted being married seven years before either of them worked up the courage to give each other's mouth to the other. They did it only one time.

He moaned, abruptly coming out of his thoughts. Cari had discovered the thick bulge straining beneath his pants. Her hand was roughly squeezing at it.

"Hey, look what I found!" Her eyes coyly flashed to his, her eyelashes batting innocently. "Is this for me? A present from my loving brother?"

"Careful with that!" She had clamped down harder, causing a painful rush to shoot through his groin. He liked his cock handled roughly, but not that rough. "Take it easy wench, or I'll turn you over my knee and spank that pretty bottom of yours."

"Bitch, not wench," she corrected him with another more gentle squeeze.

"And always in heat!"

"Then why don't you do something about it. Get out of those clothes and find a use for this handsome pussy pleaser."

"Why young lady, I'm not at all sure I understand your meaning. Am I correct in assuming that you want me to fuck your lovely young body?"

She laughed at his mock formality, then shoved him playfully from the sofa. "Get those clothes off, and I'll show you exactly what I mean. And I thought we settled that lady stuff this morning."

"That we did!" He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside and immediately began to work on his pants, quickly skinning them down.

When he turned to his sister again, he found the blonde nymph on her hands and knees atop the couch. She looked at him, letting her gaze drift to the shafting length of his liberated cock, then back to his face.

"Tonight, I'm your bitch, Big Brother." She wiggled the upturned cushions of her teen-age ass provocatively. "So fuck me like a bitch!"

The alluring invitation couldn't be refused. With growing excitement, he mounted the sofa behind his sister. Taking hold of her rounded rump, he eased himself between the tantalizing spread of her youthful thighs.

There was no need for any titillation or taunting foreplay. His pussy eating had taken care of that. His young sister was hot and ready to receive the meaty rod of his prick.

The pulsing head of his glans brushed through the damp foliage of her pubic moss. The hypersensitive skin of his cockcrown touched the lips of her uptilted quim, opened them, and slid deeply into the juice-filled channel of her cunt.

"Good!" the frosty-tressed blonde crooned, ripples of gooseflesh running up and down her back as he fed the thick column of his cock into her welcoming body. "It feels so damn good!"

It did. The spongy folds of her pussy caressed the needy length of his prick. She was hot, bathing him in sexual fire. Tight didn't describe the elastic grip of her vaginal muscles. It would have been nice to just stand there, letting her work the wonderful magic of her clasping pussy until he came. But he wanted her to feel this too, wanted her to know that she still mattered to him, although in eight days their sibling love would be off limits.

He eased out. The massive, swollen length of his cock slithered from the depths of her young love hold. Good! Damn good! Fantastic swirling friction seared over every engorged inch of his rod. He moaned and trembled, his balls lashing around in their rumpled sac.

For five years he had fucked, poled, drilled, reamed, hunched, and screwed the delightful tightness of his sister's ever-ready pussy. It was as if this tempting slot of lust was made for him, designed especially to accept his cock. Now, he realized this would be one of the last times their bodies joined as one.

And for that reason, he wanted it to be long and good.

He took his time, languidly shafting in and out of the hungry gash of her body. He burned the feel of her into his mind so that he would always remember. He savored the feel of her, the clinging grip of her young channel. He reveled in the liquid heat of her body, basking in their carnal union.

At the same time, his hands roved over her, memorizing the silky smoothness of her teen-age body. Over the perky curves of her ass, his fingers moved. He caressed her, love and need in his hands.

Upward, inching over the taut arch of her back, his hands slid, then down along the sleekness of her sides. He taunted at the flatness of her belly before letting his hands move up to tenderly caress the firm forms of her breasts, both slightly elongated cones of flesh now.

Apparently the young girl shared the intensity of their coupling. Lacking was the usual fiery passion of her body. Instead she seemed in no hurry to blast toward climax. She rocked back and forth slowly, matching the in-out shafting of his adamantine cock.

"We've got a week together, Big Brother," she said in a soft, dreamy voice. "I want to make them last. I want to remember them, every one of them, starting right now."

He understood. A week wasn't long in comparison to their five years as lovers, but it was all they had. He was determined that neither of them would ever forget that week.

His hands lovingly slid around the proud cones of her breasts. So soft and smooth and sleek they felt. For the first time in years, he realized just how much he liked to have his hands on his sister -- and how much she loved it.

He felt a flush of guilt. Here he was making love to his teen-age sister and Tanya was waiting for him, their marriage only eight days away. He loved the girl; he didn't doubt that, never doubted that. Yet, he wondered if she would ever be able to extinguish the desire he carried in his loins for Cari.

His fingers were now at the very peaks of his sister's tits. He scissored the plump little buds he found there between his fingers, eliciting a series of throaty moans from the sexy young blonde.

"Deeper, I want to feel you deeper inside me," the girl moaned, her head lolling from side to side.

There was only one way to do that. He increased the tempo of his strokes, drilling into the heated recesses of the kneeling girl's cunt. Their bodies slapped together in a resounding erotic rhythm.

The sensuality of their carnal union flowed through him, awakening every cell of his body. He felt each deep-grinding shaft of his prick. He felt the grasping tightness of her vaginal channel, squeezing and milking along the throbbing length of his prick.

As much as he tried to control himself, it was no good. His body was on a one-way skyrocketing path toward climax. There was no way he could stem the burning flood that boiled within his testicles.

However, there was a way he could see to it that his sister reached the unleashing of her lust with him. He released his grip on one of her tits and ran a hand down to the moist slit of her pussy. Extended and waiting for his probing finger, he found her clit.

The young girl jolted and bucked, crying out her ecstasy. She came just in time to receive the blasting fountains of come her brother spurted into the quivering folds of her cunt.

CHAPTER SIX

"The first motel," Tanya had said as a joke when Chance first asked her where she'd like to go on their honeymoon. Chance wanted Spain, and Tanya decided England or Italy would be nice. In the end, they compromised on Miami since it was the only spot the young attorney's bank book could afford, especially since it was just before the winter tourist season.

"Shall we go downstairs for dinner?" Chance turned to his new wife after the bell hop left them alone in their suite. "Or would you prefer room service?"

"Are you kidding? I've been waiting for this for three months," Tanya said, "and if you think you're going to walk out of this room to get something to eat, just forget it, Mr. Chance Weston."

He laughed. He had no intention of leaving the room. He also had waited three months for this night.

"Now, you wait right here," Tanya said, pulling a small suitcase from the bed. "It'll take me a little while to prepare myself."

She started toward the bathroom connected to their bedroom. Chance called after her, "Hey, wait a minute! The wedding's over. We're married now. Don't I get to shower with you?"

The beautiful new bride shivered visibly, with excitement, not fear. "That's one of the sexiest ideas I've heard lately... but not now, love. Don't be mad, please. I've been planning for this ever since you popped the question. Put up with me for a few more minutes."

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a nod. "Anything you want. I'll be waiting right here."

He didn't mind. Despite the mutual knowledge of their bodies, Tanya was still a virgin -- still a girl. And she was nervous. She wanted him, had wanted him for three months, but she still held that girlish fear of the unknown, that uncertainty of taking a man into her body, the transition from girl to woman. He could wait and let things happen as they happened. This night would be good for him. He just wanted to make sure it was good for her.

The sound of a shower came from the bathroom. He smiled and rose from the edge of the bed where he had been sitting. Quickly scooting their luggage to one side of the room, he opened one bag and extracted a robe and a shaving kit. There was another bathroom attached to the living area of their suite. This he used for a quick shower and shave. And afterward, a brisk dash of Russian Leather. It was Tanya's favorite.

Slipping into the robe, he walked back into the bedroom. There, tucked beneath the bed, was the ice bucket, two glasses, and bottle of champagne he had ordered to be secreted there when he made the reservations. He pulled them out and placed them on the dresser. He had quietly extracted the cork and poured two chilled glasses by the time Tanya's shower stopped. Leaving the glasses on the dresser, he returned to sit on the edge of the bed.

A moment later the door to the bathroom opened and Tanya stepped out.

He found himself sucking in a deep breath in an involuntary reaction. She was beautiful, an alluring Goddess come to earth.

"Like it?" she asked, uncertainty in her voice. "I picked it out especially for tonight."

"Beautiful," he nodded unable to find the words to all the things he was feeling. "The most beautiful woman in the world."

His virgin bride wore a long, black, lacy negligee. It was sheer, giving glimpses of the voluptuous body beneath, but the intricate pattern of the lace completely obscured all the vital areas of her body.

"I thought black would be sexier than white," she said, smiling now that she realized he did indeed like the gown. "It's also easy to get out of."

Rising from the bed, he walked to her and pulled her to him, holding her tenderly while they kissed long and lovingly. The fabric of the gown was so thin he could feel her warmth suffuse through it.

"Mrs. Weston, have I told you I love you?"

"Not in the past half-hour," she said with a pleased sigh as their lips parted. "And that's thirty minutes too long."

"I love you." They kissed again, her arms holding him a little bit tighter, but he could detect traces of tension and nervousness within her. He expected that. Thus the champagne.

When they separated again, he reached to the dresser and lifted their glasses.

"Mmmmmmm," she said sipping the golden wine. "This is a nice surprise."

"Especially for you," he replied. It was. A bit of alcohol would help relax her, and that was what he wanted. Too much would numb her. Exactly what he didn't want.

So by the time they had shared that one glass and several more kisses, he was ready to get down to the matter at hand -- making love to his wife.

"Do you want me to take this off?" she asked, indicating she was ready for the real wedding.

"I'd rather." He reached out and slowly unfastened the buttons of her gown. Her eyes were on his. Her breathing was short and quick, nervous.

When the last button came free, he slowly opened the gown, like an artist unveiling a sculpture. It slid from her shoulders and dropped to the floor around her ankles.

His eyes took in all of her, devouring the unashamed beauty that stood before him. It was the first time he had ever seen her totally naked, and all the hints he had before didn't equal the magnificent woman that now offered herself to him -- his wife.

Her hair, raven black and shining, hung loosely at her shoulders in a neat flip. Her breasts, though he had seen and played with them before, now looked opulently large, like creamy melons, ripe and full. Her stomach, flat and taut, trembled slightly as his eyes roved downward. Her hips were flared, feminine and seductive. Her calves shapely and her thighs supple and smooth. But his eyes focused on the dark triangle of fleece bushed over the womanly bulge of her pubis. There awaited the virgin treasure his bride brought this wedding night. His cock twitched and jerked, coming to life at his crotch.

"Beautiful," he whispered again, once more taking her in his arms and kissing her.

Despite her understandable nervousness, she melted against him. Her mouth reached for his and accepted the probing of his hungry tongue. His hands caressed the silky smoothness of her back, reveling in the feel of her nakedness. He moaned softly as she pressed the waiting knoll of her sex against the rising stalk of his prick.

He wanted this girl-woman. Every cell of his body ached for her. His excitement was a fiery ball of need. He wanted to lay her on the bed and mount her, blasting her full of the desire he had contained within him for three months.

To have done that would have ruined everything. Unlike the eager boy-men who rape their brides, either out of ignorance or a juvenile belief that a woman is satisfied by just having a cock slammed into her cunt, Chance Weston was a man. And he knew that what happened this night could well shape the sex life he and Tanya would share throughout their marriage. His primary task was not to sate his own carnal needs and lusts, but to see that this black-haired temptress was introduced to the pleasures a man and woman share, that she was satisfied. Then, she would satisfy him.

As their tongues danced and dueled around in their mouths, taunting and thrilling, he edged her toward the bed and lowered her atop the mattress. They embraced, holding each other close before he rose above her.

His eyes roved over the voluptuous curves of his new bride's body again. The now domed mounds of her breasts, shimmering like satin-covered pillows. Her dark nipples standing atop each, stiff and hard in arousal. The haloes around those tempting buttons sleek and stretched looking.

Her thighs opened, parting for his intimate gaze. Small droplets of moisture welled from the lips of her vulva, lubricants already flowing within her virginal body, preparing the channel of her quim for him. She shivered, raising her arms, beckoning him to her.

Pulling on the sash of his robe, he pushed it back over his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. His cock, thick and swollen with pulsating need, lanced from his groin. The black-tressed temptress stretched out before him trembled. Her eyes widened as they drifted down to his crotch.

"Big, you look so big," she said, her eyes remaining on the fat bludgeon of his sex. "I've never seen you so big."

He moved beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing her. The action took her gaze away from his cock. It wasn't larger than when she had held it, jacking it off. However, now, knowing his thick root would soon he shoved deeply inside her body, it seemed to have grown. She saw him through the uncertain eyes of a girl. His kiss took her attention off his size and redirected it back to his love for her.

Lovingly, his tongue teased around in the warm sweetness of her mouth. He kissed her firmly, with apparent eagerness, but tenderly, purposely controlling his own need so as not to scare her.

At the same time, his hand moved to her chest, gently fondling the bountiful mounds of titflesh she sported. His palms languorously slid around their bulging contours, working upward in titillating spirals. His fingertips found the rubbery points of her resilient tits and caressed them, working all sorts of fiery sensations within her, thrills that raced on a direct line to the waiting cleft of her loins.

Unhurried, he toyed with her mammoth breasts until they heaved in deep, labored breaths. Then he slowly let his right hand drift downward, over her fluttering belly, and into the dark strands of her pubic moss. He found the silk-fringed slit of her virgin pussy and ran a fingertip up and down its slightly parted lips.

Accustomed to his touch, her body trained to the feel of his hands over three months, she spread her legs wider for him. When her thighs opened, his delving finger slipped into the outer lips of her labia. Thick, syrupy juices flowed from the well of her body. She was wet and ready, but being ready wasn't enough for him. When he entered her for the first time, he wanted her aching, every nerve crying out for the feel of his cock.

Upward, his finger tickled, finding the nubbin of her clit. He rubbed and rolled it tenderly. She moaned around the mouthful of tongue he fed her. Her hands slipped down along his chest and over the rippled muscles of his stomach. At last her hands found the rigid stalk of his prick. As she had done for three months, she began jacking at the unyielding wand of lust.

Using a soft, stroking motion, he slowly whipped at the fiery needs of her body. At the same time, her hands tightened around him, moving up and down. This was the way he wanted it. Everything was familiar to her. She knew the pleasure of his hands. He wanted her to associate that with the greater pleasure he could give with his cock.

Her moans were constant now, quick pants of arousal. She writhed beside him, her hips undulating in rhythm with his teasing finger. She was close, rapidly rushing toward climax. But he didn't want to finger-fuck her. For three months, she had been brought off by his cajoling fingers.

He eased his hand away from the tremulous groove of her sex.

"Ohhhh," she groaned in disappointment, her hips thrusting up trying to recapture his digit. Then she moaned what he was hoping for. "This! Oh God, Chance! I want this! I want you inside me."

She tugged at his painfully aching prick, urging him to mount her ready and willing body. He came atop her, supporting his weight on his elbows. Without directions, she placed the engorged crown of his glans at the mouth of her pussy, slipping it into the outer lips of her labia.

Her eyes, black and shining, gazed up at him. "Will it hurt?"

"Just for a second or two," he whispered in a reassuring voice. "Then it will never hurt again."

He watched her suck in a deep breath. "I'm ready. I want you and I want to feel you. Make me your woman."

He nodded.

His hips swung inward. Moistened by his own preseminal juices and the slippery fluids of her pussy, he shafted up into the quivering channel of her virginal cunt. There was a brief moment of resistance. Then her maidenhead gave way before the ramming strength of his cock.

"Oh!" She whimpered, her eyes clamped shut tightly. Her whole body tensed, then relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open again and she smiled up at him. "Is that it?"

He grinned and nodded again. "I'm in you, all the way."

"It didn't hurt a tenth of what I was expecting." Her head lifted from the pillow and she kissed him. "Make love to me, Chance. Your woman wants her husband to make love to her."

"With you," he said, correcting her. "We make love together."

He eased back. She winced, still tender and raw from his stiff penetration. He stroked in, another wince. A third stroke, a fourth, a fifth. The winces disappeared and the voluptuous beauty under him sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.

"It feels good!" She ran her hands down, caressing the balls of his ass. "It feels sooo good! Just like I knew it would."

It did. She was like velvet inside. The wet folds of her virgin cunt clung to the hard length of his cock. As he eased out the moist pinkness of her channel gripped at him, flowering outward. Then with only the swollen head of his glans within her body, he shafted down, turning the folds in on themselves.

"I was wrong," she crooned. "This is better than I imagined. I feel so full. It's wonderful. I feel like a... like a woman!"

"You are," he said, leaning forward and kissing her.

He moaned. Suddenly the sheath of her cunt tightened, squeezing around his lust-filled rod. The spongy folds of her quim relaxed and tautened again, eliciting another moan from the depths of his throat.

The beautiful woman under him laughed, her eyes flashing open with a glint of delight. "I think my husband liked that." She emphasized her statement by squeezing down again.

"You know I did," he answered with an appreciative kiss.

Stroking in and out of her wet, juicy pussy, he accustomed her to the feel of him. Her tenderness completely vanished, as the lubricants flowed from her depths, bathing his hardness in their viscosity.

Slowly at first, working to a steady, even rhythm, he fed himself in and out of her body. She responded, her hips naturally taking up the tempo of his deeply probing prick. As he slithered into the welcoming channel of her love, her pelvis rose to meet him. As he eased back, her hips fell back on the mattress.

How long he kept up the ever-rising and falling motion of his hips, he didn't know. He was lost in the feel of her, consumed by his love for this woman who now shared his name and bed. However, she eventually pulled him down atop her so that his full weight crushed her into the bed. His arms no longer needed for support, he turned his hands to fondling and toying with her breasts, and finally running a hand down between their cores to the extended nubbin of her clit.

She came while his finger playfully cajoled that all-important point of feminine sensuality. While she rocked and tremored beneath him, he continuously shafted his cock in and out of her body.

"My God, Chance, that was wonderful," she said hugging him tightly when the last trembles of her climax passed. "I knew you'd be good -- I knew it!"

"I'm only here to serve," he grinned. "Your pleasure is mine."

She shivered and thrust her hips up to greet the inrushing fatness of his prick. Her pelvis undulated, swirling him around within her.

"I think I'm in love," she sighed, squeezing down around him. "In love with this."

He jerked out and shafted back into the humid interior of her belly. "That, my young lady, is called a cock."

"My husband's cock," she smiled dreamily. "And I'm in love with it. I could lay here the rest of my life, just feeling you move within me."

"That would be nice," he said, his mouth finding the arch of her neck and nibbling at it. She sighed, letting her pelvis rise and fall with the strokes of prick.

"Is it good... I mean... am I..." her voice was unsure, hesitant.

"Well worth the three months," he assured her. "And it will only get better."

Her arms hugged at him again and she pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed long and lingering, their tongues flicking and dueling passionately. "I want it again," she said as they parted. "I want my husband to... to..."

"Fuck you?"

"Yes! I want you to fuck me!"

Immediately, his hips increased the ardent tempo of his lust and love. He pistoned hard and deep into the welcoming socket of her aroused quim. His fat cock-crown reamed upward, splaying the folds of her pussy and pushing into the innermost resources of her body.

There was no hesitance on her part now. The unknown was known. She had felt the pleasure of their bodies and loved it. Now she passionately accepted the hard thrust of his pelvis. She willingly took his full length into the fleshy pocket of her cunt, savoring the feel of him within her. She hunched and writhed under him. Her tits, firm balls of delight, rolled against his naked chest, their hard nipples hitting at his skin.

She came a second time without the fondling help of his finger. She cried out and rocked under him. Caught in the blasting pleasure of her carnal release, her hands pulled at his ass, as if trying to draw him, balls and all, within the quivering mouth of her sex.

She descended again, only to discover that his cock still rammed in and out of her body. "God, what kind of man have I married?"

"One who can't get enough of his wife," he said, lunging into the liquid heat of her cunt. "I don't think I'll ever be able to do that."

"Good," she sighed. "Because I know I'll never be able to get enough of you."

Up his hips lurched, then downward he speared into the enveloping folds of her sex. Harder and deeper he drove the swollen circumference of his prick, as though he intended to thrust himself up into her mouth. She offered no complaints, only moans that deepened with each lunge.

She was rising toward another climax, he realized. Pleased, he thrust deeper into her receptive body. His balls were not fiery cores of need. Each drive his cock made sent burning thrills coursing through the open nerve endings of his body. His temples pounded with the rush of his lust.

"That's it," the woman beneath him moaned. "Yessss, you fantastic man! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

He slammed down, grinding his pelvis into the firmness of her pubis. He jerked up only to ream back into the juicy pinkness of her cunt. She was hot and oh so tight.

She writhed under him again, her hips arching up to capture each descending lunge of his inflexible rod. Her hands were on his back, fingernails raking his flesh.

"It's happening," she groaned, her body tensing. "It's happening again!"

She came, for the third time that night, his virgin bride came. Yet, still he plowed the furrow of her sex, driving in and out of that hungry mouth between her legs. He shafted hard and deep, holding back the flood surging within him.

Then, when her eyes, misted with pleasure, opened again, he came; letting his walls of self-control tumble, he came.

Hot blasts of need jetted from the head of his cock. He groaned under the spasmodic release of his lust. Three months of waiting fountained from his balls, gratefully spewing into the contracting tunnel of her love mound. He thrust deep, burying himself ball deep within her.

Again and again, the volcanic cream of his loins blasted out. He splattered his seed over the virgin folds of her quim. He filled her to the brim, then fountained a gallon or two more into her body until the opalescent viscosity of his release oozed from her pussy lips and trickled down her thighs.

Sated and drained, he lay atop her, panting while she hugged and kissed him gratefully. He tried to roll from atop her, fearing his weight was rapidly becoming uncomfortable for her. But she wouldn't allow it.

"No," she said, her voice determined. "I've waited too long for this. I don't want to lose it. I just want to feel you in me. I don't care if you never come out of me."

He did not protest, but simply lay there enjoying the wonderful feel of her beneath him. They went to sleep that way their first night, his quiescent prick still nestled in her semen-drenched cunt.

CHAPTER SEVEN

They awoke the next morning and made love. Like the night before, it was long, slow, and passionate. Chance had judged his young bride correctly. Despite her hangup about her virginity, she was a fiery beauty, just waiting for the right man to open the doors of carnal pleasure for her. He was grateful that he was that man.

Afterwards, they took that shower together. Each playfully sudsed the other, enjoying the soapy feel of their naked bodies. Then, slipping only into their robes, they called room service and ordered a light breakfast.

"Well, how would Mrs. Weston like to spend the day?" He leaned back and gazed at his new bride. "It's sunny out and the beach looks nice."

"Do they believe in nude bathing in Miami?" Tanya said, standing before him.

"Not that I know of."

"Well, then, I don't think I want to swim. I'd sort of thought we could just stay in the room and lay around naked," she said. "For three months our clothes have hampered us. Now I don't want to put them back on. Besides, I like the way you look at me."

"There's a lot to look at," he grinned. "And if we're going to stay in the room today, why in the hell do you still have that robe on?"

"I never thought you'd ask me to take it off," she said, rising from the couch and heading toward the bedroom. "Let me hang this up and I'll be right back."

He didn't wait. Shedding his own robe in the living room of their suite, he ambushed her at the doorway, playfully throwing her down on their bed.

"Now I've got you," he said, leering lewdly down at her supple nakedness. "I've been watching you strut your stuff around town for weeks, now I'm going to show you mine!"

"Oh no!" she cried gleefully. "It's the friendly neighborhood rapist!"

"Right! Don't try to fight it! Just lay back and enjoy it while I lick that delicious looking pussy of yours!"

"Chance!"

"Huh?"

"You're going to do what?"

"I'm going to kiss and lick my wife's pussy until she's all juicy and hot."

"Mmmmmmmm, you say the nicest things! It sounds so sexy!"

Once he had proposed going down on her, but she had evaded his suggestion. Now, apparently, the thought didn't bother her. It sure as hell didn't bother him.

Climbing onto the bed beside her, he spread her creamy, smooth thighs and leaned down to plant a long, hard kiss on her vulva. She moaned, squirming a little under his intimate contact.

"That is nice," she sighed, her hands caressing the back of his head. "I remember when you first suggested this to me. It scared me. You know, something everybody thinks is dirty and giggles about."

"And now," he asked, letting his tongue taunt at the lips of her pussy.

"It's just sexy!" She gasped as his tongue-tip dipped into the crease of her sex. "I want it. I want to feel your tongue licking at me."

"Licking your pussy!"

"Yessssss, licking my pussy!"

That's exactly what he did. Hungry and greedy, he lapped up and down the cleft of her loins. He laved around, sucking away the fresh flow of feminine juices welling from her quim. He tapped and toyed his oral digit around the budding button of her clit. She went wild.

"It's soooooo good!" The raven-haired seductress moaned, writhing atop the bed. "It feels like your finger -- only a hundred times better!"

He worked his tongue down, driving it into the channel of her pussy. Then he drug it back up to her clit. It didn't take too long until the voluptuous temptress was moaning continuously. Her body trembled and quaked. Her back arched and her pelvis hunched, striving to meet each inquisitive probe of his tongue.

He ate at her, licking, lapping and laving until her whole body exploded, lost in the ecstasy of climax again. He had given her the taste of his mouth and she had found it to her enjoyment.

"That was marvelous," she said in a husky, dreamy voice when she descended from the clouds of pleasure. "Do you know any other fantastic tricks like that?"

He grinned. "I've married a greedy wench."

"I told you I would be," she said, pushing up on her elbows. "You don't know what the past three months have been like for me."

"About the same as they were for me," he said. "Hands are nice, but there are so many more avenues that are much nicer."

"Oh!" Her eyes focused on his crotch and the stiff length of his prick. His pussy eating had gotten to him. "You're hard again!"

"I'm like that," he laughed. "There's something about my wife's lovely pussy that does that to me."

"It's so beautiful," she said, reaching out and stroking her fingers up and down his prick. "It feels so soft and smooth, yet hard and strong at the same time. It makes me all wet inside just to touch you."

"I've noticed," he said, kissing her cheek.

"Would you think it wicked of me, if I said I want to kiss you there?"

"And where is that?"

"Here," she said, squeezing his prick. "On your penis."

"That's my cock," he said. "A penis is something I urinate with. A cock is something I make love to my wife with."

"My cock!" she said, with a grin. "This is mine now."

"That it is," he grinned. "And did you think it was wicked that I kissed your pussy?"

"Yes, wonderfully so," she replied, jacking up and down on his rod. "That's why I thought you might like it too."

"I'd love it!"

He watched her scurry around so that she knelt at his side. He rolled to his back on the bed, his cock shafting up into the air. As he watched, she leaned over and kissed the engorged crown of his prick. He moaned, his shaft jerking and twitching with excitement.

"You do love, it!" she said gleefully.

Her head came back down, her lips remaining against his cock-tip longer this time. He wanted to tell her to suck him, to lick, to eat his needy stalk of dick, but he didn't want to scare her, frighten her. This was the first time for his beautiful wife, he didn't want it to be the last.

Suddenly her lips parted and her mouth pouted over the knob of his glans. She took him into her face, hesitant and unsure of exactly what she was supposed to do. He moaned, loving the warm, humid feel of her mouth wrapped around him. She sucked a bit, then pulled her head from his prick.

Her lips smacked a bit and he could feel her rolling her tongue around within her mouth. She had taken a taste of his preseminal juices with her.

"Surprising," she said, turning her head to him. "I thought there would be a real strong taste. It's sort of bland, a bit of a saline undertaste. Not bad at all."

Before he could comment, her head had dropped back to his prick and she once more busied him with her mouth. This time there was less hesitancy. Hungrily, she sucked at him, her cheeks hollowing deeply. Her tongue also came into play, swirling around and around over the sensitive surface of his glans.

Appreciatively, he reached down and stroked the uptilted curves of her exposed ass. She moaned around her mouthful of cock and excited waves of gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine. He scooted down a bit, letting his fingers play between her legs, bushing over the soft fleece of her pubis. More cock-muffled moans resulted.

As he watched, the delicately sucking woman suddenly sucked in a deep breath through her nostrils and dropped down about half the length of his prick. She pulled off quickly, coughing.

"I got a little bit excited and took more than I could handle," she said, turning to him again. "But if at first you don't succeed..."

Her mouth returned to his rod. This time her lips cautiously crept down his swollen circumference. He didn't push her. As much as he wanted to grab the back of her head and hunch himself into her cock-worshipping mouth, he contained himself. It took time and practice for a woman to accustom herself to taking a man in her mouth. The gag reflex had to be overcome so that the thick lance of a man's sex could slide into her throat. That this young beauty wanted him in her mouth was enough.

Upward, in a tight elastic ring, her mouth inched back to the throbbing tip of his shaft. She sucked deeply, pulling at the arrowhead shape of his glans. Her tongue was there, a wet whip of pleasure that lashed across the agitated surface of his prick-tip.

He moaned. A hand cupped the hairy bag of his testicles. Long cool fingers cradled his balls, toying with their kidney shapes, making them shoot back and forth within the confines of their sac.

Down her lips rode the meaty rail of his sex. Her tongue curled around his pulsing circumference, licking and bathing him in the moisture of her mouth. He ached, his balls on fire from her stimulating caresses.

Up again she rose, sucking, eating at his stalk of manmeat. Then down, then up, then down. Her head bobbed, rising and falling. His cock, slick with her saliva, vanished into her face, then slid out again in a steady even rhythm. In a matter of moments, his new bride had proven herself to be quite an accomplished cocksucker, a talent that pleased him immensely.

He watched his thick column of sex pack and re-pack her face. She accepted the ponderous burden, though her cheeks bulged outward with his massive bigness. She sucked and ate vigorously, apparently enjoying her first attempt at cocksucking as much as he was.

He didn't try to hold back the consuming need of his groin. Instead, he moaned down to her. "Coming, I'm coming."

Immediately, her mouth clamped over his aching shaft in a tight sheath. Hot, thick fountains of semen blasted from the pinprick mouth of his cock. He saw her throat twitch and bob as she drank down the scalding flood of his seed.

She didn't stop sucking until the last drop of his release was milked from his sated cock and he reached down and eased her worshipping lips from his shaft. He pulled her up to him and kissed the lips that had so marvelously tended his need.

They lay there, each of them, fondling and exploring the nakedness of their bodies. Their mouths and tongues kissed at any bare flesh that happened to show itself. They hugged and rolled, reveling in the wonderful feel of skin on skin, the magic of a man and woman sharing the pleasures of their bodies.

His hands eventually found their way to her ass. He squeezed the half-moons of delight. To his surprise, she shivered, pressing herself even closer to him. His fingers kneaded into those tempting cushions again, eliciting a similar response from the raven-haired seductress.

"I think my wife likes to have a man's hands on her bottom," he whispered while his lips busied the delicate lobe of her ear.

"Your hands," she sighed, wiggling even closer, the soft fleece of her pubis rubbing against the limp hose of his drained cock. "I like your hands on me... anywhere."

But his reaction went beyond just "like". She moaned and trembled as his fingers continued to tread the pliant flesh of her haunches. Her own hands began to imitate his, squeezing and pulling at the rounded pads of his buttocks.

Following the instincts of a lover who wishes to please his woman, he wiggled a finger into the warm crease of her rump. The shivery excitement increased to a high-pitched fervor, culminating in a shrill of delight when his fingertips brushed over the puckered mouth of her anus.

"God!" She shuddered, her pelvis hunching violently into his crotch. "That feels good!"

"Mmmmm, does it now?"

"You don't know how good," she said. "It gives me those same wicked shivery sensations that I got when you licked my pussy."

"My pussy," he corrected.

She nodded, her lips parting as if to speak. Then another moan escaped from the depths of her throat. He had just tickled a fingertip up into the tight confines of her rectum.

"Chance! Oh Chance," she groaned, her ass pushing back as though trying to entrap the probing digit. "I can feel it!"

His instincts had been right. Her perky little bottom was as sensual as the rest of her magnificent body. He worked his fingertip around within her, creating all sorts of arousing sensations in his young bride. He didn't try to wedge his finger in deeply. It was unlubricated and he didn't want to tear or damage the delicate membrane of her rectal channel. He just wanted to excite her, and give her a taste of what now titillated his own mind.

"Different," she moaned in a panting voice. "It feels so different. What are you doing to me?"

"Loving you," he said, kissing down the graceful, white arch of her neck. "Showing you all the pleasures I can give."

"You're getting hard again," she murmured, thrusting her crotch into him. "I can feel you twitching and growing."

He was. The deflated snake of his penis was throbbing back to life. The very thought of what entered his mind was like a stiff jolt of erotic strength.

"I don't believe it," she said. "All those books I read said a man needs time to rest and recuperate after climax. What are you, some kind of superman?"

"Didn't you notice the big 'S' on my longjohns," he chuckled, tickling his finger around in the hot little mouth of her anus. "All those books didn't mention the effects a sexy woman has on a man. Turns a ninety-eight pound weakling into a horny sex fiend!"

"Ohhhh!" His finger eased up inside her a bit more. He didn't know where it was coming from, but her asshole suddenly seemed moist, as though trying to accommodate his delving digit.

"I think my sweet young wife has the desire to be buggered," he said moving his finger back and forth in penis-imitating fashion.

"Chance!" She tried to sound shocked, but the quavering of her words and the weak trembly shivers of her body gave her away. "You don't mean..."

"That's exactly what I mean!" He hugged her close, his probing digit working its exciting sensations within her ass. "I think my wife would like to feel a cock up her ass."

"Why, that's... that's..."

"Sodomy, buggery, cornholing," he said completing her statement for her. "It's also very nice. That is, if you want it."

"I don't know..." She shivered some more, stirred by the finger wiggling around within her rectum. "Yesss, dammit! I do want it. I want to give you all of me. I'm tired of being a virgin!"

He kissed her, throwing his tongue deeply into her mouth as she surrendered to him. They held there long and lingering, until at last, both had to come up for air.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, unsure of what was to happen, but willing to do whatever he said.

"First off," he said, "we need some type of lubricant. This tight little ass doesn't have the juices your pussy produces. Do you have any petroleum jelly?"

"Sorry," she replied with a shake of her head. "I know it's supposed to be the virgin bride's handy remedy, but I also knew what you did to me. I didn't think we'd have any need."

"Hmmmmm," he pondered, slowing slipping his finger from her asshole. She moaned in disappointment. "No problem. I think our breakfast might provide a solution."

"Breakfast?" She looked at him as though he had lost his marbles. "You're not thinking about jelly are you? I mean real jelly?"

He laughed. "Close, but not quite there. Don't worry, just lay here and relax. I'll be back in a moment."

He found what he was looking for amid the remnants of their room service breakfast -- three pats of butter -- slick and slippery, just what he was looking for. She smiled when he entered the room carrying the small platter of butter.

"A man with a quick mind, that's what I like," she chuckled. "Now what should I do?"

"On your hands and knees. I'll take care of the rest," he directed, climbing back on the bed with her. "Just try to relax. This little mouth is a lot smaller than your pussy, even though it's tight."

She nodded, doing as he said. The naked demi-globes of her ass, eggshell white, and smooth like satin, wiggled up at him. He leaned forward and kissed each of the tempting cushions. She sighed while goosebumps erupted along her spine.

Working his index finger around in one of the butter pats, he coated it, then eased the half-moons of the woman's ass apart. The dark, little ring of her anus lay open to his view.

"This might be a bit cold," he said, using his finger to smear the butter over the puckered mouth of her asshole.

"Oh!" She squealed under the intimate contact. "It is cold, but it feels good!"

He smiled, using his finger to swirl up some more of the butter and return it to her ass. Slowly, slickening the tight mouth of her anus, he worked his finger into her backside. He used two of the pads, making sure the taut tunnel of her bowels was slippery and greased. Without the careful preparation any attempt at penetrating her from the back would be painful, terribly painful, at the very least. At the worse, he could rip and tear the delicate membrane of her rectum. Only a brutal sadist would want that. What he wanted was pleasure, for her and for him.

She crooned eagerly as his finger worked up into the hot tunnel of her ass. Her body moved and trembled with each swirling stroke of his digit. She was ready and willing. Having felt the carnal delight of having a man entrenched in the warm sheath of her quim and feeling the throbbing excitement of a man in her mouth, she was ardent in her need to discover the pulsing hardness of a cock shoved up the virgin channel of her back.

"Just another moment or two," he whispered. "Think relax. Let every muscle in your body go limp."

"That's impossible," she replied. "I'm excited!"

He grinned, understanding her anticipation. He was excited too. "Try to relax. Just concentrate on relaxing."

She nodded. "Yes, sir, whatever you say. But it will be damn hard."

He used the last pat of butter to prepare himself. Quickly he ran the lubricating butter up and down the length of his rigid shaft. He coated every inch of his manhood, paying especial attention to the blood-filled knob of his glans, making sure it was slick and slippery to ease his entrance into her anus.

The butter was cold. But the coolness did nothing to diminish his lusty need to penetrate the tight confines of his new bride's virgin ass.

"Now," he said in a soft, reassuring voice. "We'll take this slow and easy. If it hurts, tell me. I'll stop immediately. I don't want to hurt you. Understand?"

"Yes," she said. "But I know it won't hurt. I want this too much for it to hurt."

Grasping each cheek of her alluring hindquarters, he spread them widely. The slackened ring of her anus lay before him like a dark bull's eye.

He eased forward, pressing the plum-like crown of his cock against the puckered mouth. The dark-tressed beauty kneeling before him moaned and trembled, aroused by the pulsing contact of his sex.

"Relax," he whispered. "Think relax."

Her head bobbed between her shoulders. He felt the tension in her buttocks ease, as she prepared to receive the hard length of his prick.

He pressed forward again. The engorged crown of his cock flattened against the clamped mouth of her anus. He increased pressure, pushing harder into her. The puckered ring still did not give. Her flesh sank in, forming a slight depression, then a dark cavern around his stiff stalk.

"Relax," he said. "Relax, relax."

Again, he felt her tense, then relax. The hard nodes ringing the mouth of her backside softened a little, then went flaccid. The strong cincture of her ass gave way. With a sucking, plopping sound, the head of his cock vanished into the little, brown hole of her rear.

"Oh!" She grunted. Immediately, she clamped back down, squeezing his entrenched glans, as though trying to expel it from her bowels. "Don't move! I wasn't ready for that! You feel so big! It hurts... not bad... it hurts good! Give me time to get used to the feel of you."

He did. Kneeling there behind her, he waited until she got used to the sensation of having his swollen glans plugged into the mouth of her anus. She squeezed and relaxed. Her asshole quivered and trembled, as though trying to push the massive invader out of her body. However, he remained ensconced within her.

After a moment or two, the quivering of her asshole stopped and she relaxed. "Now, come inside me. I think I'm ready, but go slow, please."

At her request, he languidly slithered the bone-hard ramrod of his prick up into the smooth, round channel of her bottom. Inch by fat inch, he fed himself into her virgin asshole. The lust-laden head of his prick opened her, spreading wide the taut walls of her rectum. He penetrated her, easily drilling into the butter-slicked crevice of her backside.

"Stop!" she moaned out. Her rectum squeezed tightly around the entrenched length of his manly spike. "I can't take any more. God! It feels so big! I feel as though I'm about to split wide open. I don't think I can take another inch!"

"There's no need to," he said softly. "I'm all the way in you."

"Thank God!" she said with a bit of relief. "You can't imagine how I feel. It's so different. Good, but different. I can feel you, every inch of you, each throb and twitch. It's so different than having you inside my pussy."

"Do you want me to come out?"

"NO!!!" She was very firm on that point. "I said it was good! It will just take me some time to get used to having you up me this way."

He didn't mind waiting. The round channel of her rectum felt as if it were made for the burning lance of his cock. The walls of her bowels molded tightly around him, fitting snugly to the swollen contours of his prick. Smooth, like velvet, she felt.

And tight! Tight really didn't describe it. Vise-like would have been closer. And hot! Volcanic fire licked around and along his adamantine length, consuming him in ball-aching pleasure. Each time she squeezed, feeling out the ponderous circumference of the bigness rooted deeply within her bowels, he groaned, his testicles doing wild gymnastics in the security of their wrinkled sac.

"Move," she said, panting. "Slow, but I want to feel you move."

Slow was the way he moved. He eased back, inching the massive stalk of his prodder out of her asshole. Delicious friction burned along his rod, fire leaped over the bulbous head of his cock, searing it.

Outward he pulled until only his glans remained embedded within her. He paused there a moment, then pressed back in. Once again, he opened her, spreading wide the taut tightness of her bowels. Then back he pulled, vacating her back tunnel. Then in, packing her with the swollen bulk of his prick.

She moaned now, soft and aroused. The gentle pistoning of his manhood was creating new waves of sensual thrills for her inexperienced body. She relaxed as he drilled ball-deep into the heated confines of her ass, then squeezed down with fantastic tightness as he pulled back.

Without further directions from the raven-tressed Goddess kneeling before him, he increased the tempo of his in-out strokes. She accepted him, wantonly welcoming the deep-probing shafts of his manmeat.

Her body began to move, hesitantly at first, then with growing fervor. As he poled into the burning socket of her ass, she thrust back, swallowing up the thick, swollen root of his sex. She rocked forward, sliding off his meaty rail as he pulled out. Within moments, their rhythm matched perfectly.

"You're doing it!" she groaned, pleasure in her words. "You're fucking my ass!"

He was. No longer were his strokes slow and easy. Now he was drilling long and hard into the welcoming pocket of her rear channel. His need for this woman seemed insatiable. The three months he waited for her now seemed more than worth it -- a feeling she apparently shared.

Reaching down around her slim waist, he ran a hand to her crotch. While he slipped a finger up into the wet cleft of her loins, his thumb gently caressed the nubbin of her aroused clit.

The reaction was an explosive mixture of love and lust. She bucked back, impaling herself on him. She jerked forward, sucking at his prick with the mouth of her rear. At the same time, he poled in and out of her wanton ass. He finger-fucked her, playing with her clitoris with each drilling stroke.

Higher and higher, they whipped at each other. Together, they met the rush of their need. She came first, whimpering and moaning with unbridled abandon. Her body quaked and trembled.

Gratefully, he released the burning flow of his groin, blasting a fresh load of come into the fiery pocket of her ass. His legs quivered and shook as the fountains of pleasure spurted from his testicles.

With her arms and knees finally collapsed, neither of them cared. The union of their bodies had been too exquisite for any complaints. Together, they clung to each other, man and woman, husband and wife, lovers.

"Beautiful," she whispered, pleased and satisfied. "I feel like I'm all yours now -- your woman, your wife, your mistress, and your whore."

He kissed her. In the past twenty-four hours, she had become all those things to him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Damn, you, Chance Weston! Cari felt her frustration mounting to the breaking point. You had no right leaving your little sister high and dry like this!

The trouble was, she wasn't dry. She was wet, hot, and very much in need of a man. For a girl addicted to sex the way she was, the past month of cold turkey had been sheer hell. She had done her best to forget about her brother, to put their life as lovers behind her. She had avoided him, refusing his and Tanya's invitations to come over to their new home for dinner.

In fact, she had done her best to completely forget about sex. Until tonight, she hadn't even allowed herself a date. Then she met Barry Cole earlier in the day and accepted his proposal for dinner and a movie.

She met Barry on campus and wasn't sure why she said yes to the young, red-haired man. Perhaps it was because he was an old friend. He and Chance had always been close, best friends back in high school. Then she had been the little sister who had always been a pest to them. However, today Barry's reaction to meeting her had been more than enthusiastic. They had talked a bit about old times, then quickly outlined what they were doing on campus. Barry was presently working on his doctorate, supporting himself on the less-than-prosperous wages of a student instructor. The more they talked, the more she realized he might be a temporary solution to the problem she had developed over the past month. At least she had hoped so.

At the moment, the problem looked far from being solved. They had gone to dinner, then a movie, and despite all her efforts to make her desires known to him, he hadn't invited her back to his apartment. He did, after much cajoling on her part, agree to come up to hers for a cup of coffee.

So far, coffee was all he had shown any interest in -- that and polite conversation, ranging from student-faculty relationships to politics. Interesting conversation, she admitted, but she didn't want talk now. She wanted action.

As she sat there on the sofa beside him, two cups of coffee settling heavily on her stomach, she toyed with the idea of reaching over and grabbing his crotch, squeezing his cock and pleading, "I can't take it anymore. You've been driving me mad all evening! I'm yours! I'll do anything if you'll just plow my pussy with this wonderful cock!"

She didn't. If he couldn't feel the pressing invitation of her thigh next to his and the lingering caress of her hand on his shoulder and neck, he probably wouldn't get the message if she unzipped his fly, pulled his prick out and began sucking it. For some reason, Barry seemed to be on a completely different wave length.

Maybe he's afraid of putting the make on his best friend's sister? She puzzled over the problem. Other friends of her brother hadn't been bothered by that. All of them had tried to get into her pants. Some had succeeded. Maybe he doesn't like girls? Then why in hell did he ask me out?

"You know, you've really changed from the days when I used to come over to your house for cookies and milk after school," he said, moving an arm behind her, letting it rest on the back of the sofa. His fingers brushed at her shoulder. "You've grown up, Cari. You're really quite a beautiful woman."

Finally! He's finally going to make a move. It's about time!

She scooted closer to him, her thigh pressing warmly against his. She fluttered her eyelashes and looked innocently into his eyes. "It happens to the best of us, growing up, I mean. I was afraid you still saw me as Chance's kid sister."

"Well, I guess... I mean... this afternoon I did," Barry mumbled. "But tonight, as we've sat here, I realized..."

Suddenly, his head darted forward. His hand tightened on her shoulder, while the other hand lifted her chin. His lips met hers.

He hasn't got the smoothest style I've ever seen, but it's a beginning!

She opened her mouth, inviting his tongue inward. She accepted the tantalizing flicks and caresses of his exploring oral digit. He seemed a bit awkward, but his eagerness more than made up for it.

Displaying her approval, she melted against him. She arched her back, firmly rolling the twin peaks of her tits against his chest. At the same time, she slipped a thigh between his legs, rubbing it against the stiffness she found hidden there.

At least that proves he isn't turned off by girls!

And she wasn't turned off by him. Her month of celibacy was about to come to an end -- thank God! She felt the juices flowing within her. The cleft of her loins ached to feel a man within her once again.

"Mmmmm," she crooned as their lips parted. "That was nice."

"Yes, yes," he mumbled, pulling away from her. His hands released her shoulder and chin. He glanced at his wristwatch. "It's one o'clock. I didn't realize it was so late. I didn't mean to keep you up. And I've got classes in the morning. I've got to be going."

Before she could say a word, he stood and quickly walked to the door. For some reason, she couldn't shake the image of watching the retreat of a scared rabbit.

"Goodnight, Cari. I'll see you around campus," he said with a hasty glance back over his shoulder. "I apologize for keeping you up so late again."

"Barry," she said. He opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind him. "... Barry, wait..."

She couldn't believe it. He was gone. One minute he was making a pass, and the next she was sitting alone on the sofa.

What in hell happened? He acted like I had some dread disease! What's the matter with him?

Never before had she seen a man react in such a way. It just didn't make sense. She had done everything to show her receptiveness, everything except come right out and ask him to ball her!

Damn your best friend, Chance! He's as bad as you are!

She shuddered. Her curses did little to relieve the dampness of her loins. She wanted a man and to suddenly find herself rejected for no apparent reason left her flustered and frustrated.

It isn't fair! It just isn't fair!

She was on the verge of tears-anger and need. She gripped her arms and held herself tightly, shaking. There were ways to ease her need, but she didn't want her own fingers. She wanted a man, the feel of a cock moving within the aching channel of her cunt.

If I ever see Barry Cole again, I'll kick him right in the balls! He's apparently got no better use for them!

She shook her head. Finding a sofa pillow beside her, she grabbed it and threw it across the room. It didn't help. She was still angry and she was still frustrated. She couldn't think of anything else she could have done to make her intent more obvious to him. He just didn't respond. She thought about the rigid hardness she had felt beneath his pants and quivered. He was aroused, she didn't doubt that. But why didn't he try to seduce her? Why?

A knock came from the door. Cari looked up, unsure that she had heard the rap. It came again. Brushing back her long blonde hair, she stood and walked to the door, wondering who it could be this late at night. Gripping the knob, she jerked the door open.

Barry Cole stood on the other side.

"You?" She glared at him, confused and angry. "What do you want?"

"You," he said simply.

His arms shot out, roughly grabbing her by the waist. She was jerked forward, her body crushed against his. "What the hell do you think..."

His mouth covered hers, his tongue driving deeply, drilling toward her throat. She squirmed and twisted, trying to break his hold on her. His hands only tightened, mashing her diminutive frame to his muscular body. His tongue was like a hungry whip, lashing, thrashing within her mouth. Despite herself, she was responding to his unexpected show of passion. At the same time, her anger boiled. She had offered this and he had refused. Now, he apparently wanted to take it.

She was breathless and gulping for air when he finally let her mouth slip from his. "What's going on? Do you think you can just come in here like this and... and rape me?"

"If that's what it takes," he said. He grinned, but he was serious. "I mean it. I want you."

He released her. She stumbled back into the living room. Her knees were trembling and she was confused. He slammed the door behind him, locking and chaining it. He turned and looked at her. His expression didn't hint of any malice, but there was definitely determination in his green eyes.

"Why didn't you do this earlier?" she asked, still angry at his rejection. "You could see I was offering!"

His face went blank, as though he didn't know what she was talking about. He was silent for a moment or two. "Does the offer still stand?"

Dammit! Can't you see that it does? Do you have to be hit over the head with a brick? she thought, but said, "No!"

"Then, I guess it will have to be rape!" He moved toward her, reaching out.

She backstepped, avoiding his groping hands. "Barry, you don't want it this way. Do you?"

"No, but if that's the only way, then I guess it will have to do." He was still coming at her and she was still retreating. "You do want it, want me. You've already said that."

"Yes, but..." she sputtered. He was right, she did want him. The dampness in her crotch was seeping into her panties at the thought of him stuffed inside her.

"No 'buts'," he said.

"It will be rape," she replied. It will, sort of, if you stretch the definition, she thought.

She continued to back away. The thought of this man, this man she wanted, forcing himself on her was exciting. It was the fantasy of the mock-rape all women dream of come true. The rape that wouldn't be a rape. She wanted to tell him that, but to do so would lessen the thrill. The game they played aroused every lusty need within her.

"I won't hurt you," he said. "I don't want that. I just want you, Cari. I want you more than any woman I've ever met."

She wanted to rush forward and hug him, to kiss him. Whatever anger she had felt earlier was gone. Her frustration at his earlier rejection had disappeared. She wanted him, ached to have him deeply entrenched in her wanton body.

Her retreat took them into her bedroom. It was by accident rather than design. But she was pleased. The bed would be much better than the floor.

"Do you take off those clothes, or do I have to rip them off you?" he asked. It was definitely a question rather than a threat. This young, flaming-haired man was the most unsure rapist she could ever imagine.

For a moment, she thought of trying to rush past him, and prolong their game, forcing him to struggle with her, throw her to the bed, and take her. But she was afraid to try. As uncertain as he seemed to be, she just might scare him off. And at the moment, that was the last thing she wanted to do.

"I'll take them off," she replied. Damn, if he didn't seem relieved to hear her say that.

As he watched, she skinned off the sweater she wore, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. Her tits were haltered in one of those sheer nylon no-bra bras. His eyes widened and he sucked in a deep breath when she unclasped that and let it slide seductively down her arms.

I bet this is the first rapist who's had his victim do a strip tease for him!

Next, her fingers tucked beneath the elastic hands of her slacks and panties. Together, she shimmied from them, wiggling in a most provocative manner as she pushed them over her voluptuous hips and peeled them down her shapely legs, to step free. Completely naked, she stood, posing for his devouring eyes. His gaze centered on the fleece-covered mound of her cunt. She shivered, delighting in the hunger she saw in those green, caressing eyes.

"You are beautiful," he said. "I never thought a woman could be so beautiful."

He meant it. She could tell. He really meant it. It wasn't just some hollow compliment men usually say to get a girl into the sack. His sincerity got to her, sending thrilling shivers up and down her spine.

"And now, I suggest you get that beautiful body on the bed," he said. "Because I'm going to fuck you!"

She complied, trying to contain her eagerness, but failing miserably. Lying supine on her back, her thighs lewdly spread in an open invitation to the young man, she watched as he quickly stripped off his own clothes, scattering them on the floor. Last to come off were his jockey shorts. She gasped as he stood, naked with the thick spike of his cock jutting from his groin.

It's beautiful! She marveled at its thickness, its rigid-looking length. She wanted to take it, to fondle it, to kiss it. But the game of rape would be destroyed then.

Instead, she lay there, her thighs open and vulnerable while he crawled onto the bed and climbed atop her welcoming body. There was no foreplay, no arousing caresses, no intimate fingering of her quim. Just his pressing weight atop her and the strong, demanding feel of his cock throbbing against the moist, pink lips of her pussy.

"I want you," he whispered. "Cari, I want you!"

His hips lurched.

"Arraarragggahhh!" she groaned, her whole body jarring.

In one forceful thrust, he fed every swollen inch of his cock up into the wanton slash of her cunt. She felt skewered, impaled on the pulsating length of his sex. So hard! So long! So deep! She felt every inch of him, the throbbing, the twitching.

There was a certain satisfaction in that moment. The aching desires that had been building over the past month were unleashed within her. Fire burned at the very quick of her soul. Her vaginal walls clamped down around his thick wand of lust, relishing the feel of it within her. She was aware, totally aware of the filling mass that packed her man-hungry quim.

"Tight!" he grunted, shoving himself even deeper into the hot socket of her need. "You're so damn tight!"

She was glad. She wanted to be tight for him. She wanted her pussy to feel right for this mock-rapist that pinned her body beneath his muscular nakedness.

She lifted her arms, intent on hugging him close, but his hands grabbed her wrists, holding her arms outstretched on the bed above her head. She felt bound, unable to escape him. The delightful feeling only added to the excitement of their coupling.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you, long and hard," he whispered, his mouth at her neck, nibbling. "Fuck this hot, tight pussy!"

His hips wrenched upward. The thick slab of his sex slithered from the innermost recesses of her cunt. She groaned, suddenly feeling empty and hollow.

There was an abrupt rush and the engorged head of his rod splayed open her vagina once again, filling her with the hot, hard cock she wanted so desperately. She moaned, reveling in the magnificent presence that penetrated her body.

"God!" she moaned. "You're so big! So hard!"

"Just what you wanted," he said, swinging his head down a bit so that his lips and tongue were in reach of her tits.

His mouth captured one of the warmly glowing peaks of her nipples. She arched her back, forcing the wanton flesh of her breast into his face. He accepted her offering, licking and sucking ravenously. The whole mound of her tit seemed to swell, aching with a delicious swirl of sensations.

Up and down, his persistent prodder reamed into the gratefully welcoming mouth of her sex. She tried to tauten her vaginal muscles even tighter, trying to hold him securely anchored in the depths of her quim. It was an impossible task. Her own flood of slippery, lubricating juices made her love channel too wet for that. But it was a delight trying.

Up he rose, his spear-like javelin, pulling back like a piston of flesh. Her whole body seemed to flow with him. She felt the pink folds of her cunt cling to the rigid mass of his manhood, then fold back on themselves as he came plunging back into her open body.

It was good, so damn good. She wanted to show him just how good it was, to hold, or perhaps to wedge her hand down between their now sweat-slippery bodies and tenderly stroke his testicles. But his clasping hands held her wrists tightly. The only thing she could do was to throw her pelvis upward, greedily swallowing each lunge of his cock, and groan appreciatively as she accepted the meaty pleasure of his lust.

Harder, he slammed into her. She felt his balls bouncing off the rounded curves of her ass. She heard the wet, sucking sounds of his cock gliding in and out of her body. The virility of the man now riding atop her was incredible. Each shafting of his cock was ecstasy in itself. He was so strong, so powerful. His unyielding spike of sex demanded her full attention, which she gladly gave.

Deeper, she wanted him deeper. She wanted him to reach out, slip his hands beneath her ass and hike her bottom into the air. But his hands were occupied, pinning her arms above her head.

She took care of the problem herself.

Pulling her knees upward so that they pointed to the ceiling and her feet rested flat on the bed, she formed a saddle for him. Immediately the angle of his entry was changed. He drove deep into her, opening recesses yet untouched by his probing prick.

She writhed and squirmed, whimpering little moans of pleasure. She bucked and hunched, wantonly receiving the ramrod of his bone-hard cock.

Faster his pelvis rose and fell. He fucked her with wild abandon. The power and need of his reckless ravaging of her body had never been hinted at earlier. She was surprised by his fierce lust, but grateful, wonderfully grateful.

Even with Chance, she had never experienced such consuming desire, such overpowering strength. She surrendered herself to this man, giving herself completely to the rhythmic plowing of his fantastic cock.

His tit-sucking mouth and his pistoning stalk of manhood were all she wanted. They were all it took!

Her thighs glowed, fiery balls of sexual heat. Swirling flames licked out, sizzling through the open nerve endings of her body. Bigger and bigger the balls grew. Hotter and hotter the intensity of her need flared. Then they met deep in the core of her body forming a nova of exploding pleasure.

A month without a man, a month of wanting and aching, a month of needing with absolutely no satisfaction was suddenly unleashed within her. Like a hurricane, the orgasmic sensations of her release swirled within her. She was blasted higher and higher, crying out the full pleasure of her climax.

She throbbed and trembled. She writhed and twisted beneath the man still poling atop her supine body. Wave upon wave of devouring sensations washed through her, freeing all the lusts and needs she had held penned up for the past month.

It seemed like an eternity before the last of her flesh tremors passed and she lay panting and exhausted under the red-haired mock-rapist. However, he still had not slowed his furious plowing of her wanton cunt. Nor did he until she was lost amid the oblivion of another climax, and then yet another.

When her eyes fluttered open from the third rush of ecstasy, she felt his body tense. He threw himself into her, his cock spearing to the quivering depths of her pussy. His body jerked and quaked spasmodically as his own lust rushed from his groin and flooded her quim.

His hands released her wrists and she wrapped her arms around his trembling body, lovingly caressing his nakedness. Gratefully she received the hot gushes of his loins, thankful that he had chosen her as the chalice of his need.

She didn't know how long they lay there after the last quivering twitch of his cock passed. It was just good enough to savor the feel of him, his weight pressing solidly atop her. When at last his deflated prick slipped wetly from her come-filled cunt, he lifted his head and kissed her. There was passion in that kiss, but it was tender and gentle, containing the same gratitude she felt toward him.

He then rolled to his back and eased her into the hollow of his shoulder. She snuggled closely, enjoying the warmth of his body close to hers. Closing her eyes, she sighed, satisfied and sated. He's going to spend the night.

She drifted off into sleep, for the first time in a month, feeling very much a woman.

CHAPTER NINE

"A virgin!?!" Cari stared at the man stretched out beside her in the bed. The morning light suffused through the window bathing his nakedness. "Are you trying to tell that last night was your first time!?!"

Barry smiled rather sheepishly and nodded.

"Come on, that line went out years ago," Cari replied, knowing damn well he had to be putting her on. No man performs the way this stud did last night unless he's had a hell of a lot of experience. "Barry, stop kidding."

"I'm not," he said in a soft voice. "You were the first. I've never made it with another woman before."

"Men?" she asked realizing he might be telling the truth.

"No!" He shook his head, a bit embarrassed. "Men aren't what I've wanted."

"Hey, you are telling the truth, aren't you?" She shook her head. It was unbelievable. "You were a virgin."

"A twenty-four-year-old cherry," he said, glancing up and trying to smile. "Funny, isn't it? Until last night, I never thought I'd lose it."

"It's not funny at all. It's a waste! Do you realize there are a million or two women in this world just waiting for someone like you to walk into their lives." She shook her head again, still finding it hard to accept the fact that the virile man who had mounted her last night had been a virgin. "You're quite a man."

She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw a blush of pink creep into his cheeks. He smiled. "And you're quite a woman."

"You've got no grounds for comparison," she said. "I was fishing for a compliment."

"I mean it," he said, his voice sounding embarrassed again. "I never thought it would be as good as it was last night."

"Then why did you come on as a rapist?" She suddenly realized that all her overt sexual signals had been wasted last night. He just didn't know what was coming off.

"I'm sorry about that..."

"I'm not, don't get me wrong. I really dug it!" She piped up, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss. "Like I said, you're quite a man."

"Seriously, I am a bit ashamed of the way I came on last night," he said quite soberly. She realized he was having a rough time getting this out, so she sat silently, listening. "It's just that I've never been much of a ladies' man. In high school I could never work up my courage to try anything with a girl, even getting a good night kiss was a major task. The older I got the harder it seemed to be."

"What the hell came over you last night? You sure didn't seem to be shy about me!"

"I was," he said. "But with you it was different."

"You mean you thought I'd be a push-over," she said with an amused chuckle. "Little Cari Weston, most likely to have rounded heels!"

"No, no! Nothing like that, Cari, really," he said getting flustered again. "Last night, while we were taking, at dinner and later here, I realized I wanted you. I've never wanted a woman so much in my life. I tried to tell you that last night, but I guess it didn't come out too well. Then I blew it. It felt so good when we kissed, then all my hangups came boiling to the surface and I blew it. I was all the way down to my car before I talked myself into coming back up here and doing my damnedest to make love to you."

"So why the rapist act?"

"I wouldn't have really raped you," he answered. "I didn't want that. If you had protested, or told me to get out, I would have run like a jackrabbit. But you didn't. You seemed to like it, so I kept up the act. Then, again, I might have raped you. I didn't want anything to get in the way. I wanted you."

"You've said that. And I'm glad you didn't stop with the rapist bit. It was the sexiest thing that ever happened to me." She kissed him again. "Thank you. You now have my permission to rape me whenever the urge hits you. I'll be a very receptive victim."

"What about right now?" he grinned, squeezing her to him.

"Hey, I thought you mentioned something about classes this morning?"

"I didn't, but if you'll hand me that phone on the nightstand, I'll call in sick," he said.

"Just like that, you've decided to move in for the day, huh?" She raised an eyebrow and looked sternly at him.

"Mmmmm hmmmm, though I was hoping it wouldn't be just for the day," he answered, reaching across her for the phone. "At least another night."

"For a man who has just lost his cherry you're mighty sure of yourself," she said, trying to sound put off, but quickly running over her own classes and realizing it wouldn't hurt to cut them.

"Yeah, I've been noticing that." He grinned widely, punching the first three numbers on the phone. "It has something to do with this fantastic woman I met last night. She really knows how to build up a guy's confidence."

She laughed, unable to maintain her facade of irritation.

"Give me just a moment. I've got to put on my 'I'm dying of the flu' act for Professor Smith," he smiled, tapping out the last four digits of the number. "He'll send someone down to my room to put a note on the board dismissing my classes for the day... hello, Professor Smith, this is Barry Cole..."

Smiling to herself, the young blonde listened as his voice hoarsened to a perfect imitation of a man beset with a sore throat. He coughed and wheezed a bit, just enough to make the performance realistic. Obviously, it wasn't the first time he had used the ruse.

Confidence is one thing you're definitely not lacking now, Mr. Cole, she mused to herself. Let's see if this shakes you up a bit!

Throwing the long strands of her frosty blonde hair back over her shoulders, she scooted around a little. His exposed groin was an easy and vulnerable target. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide.

"Yes, Professor Smith, I think just a touch of a head cold. I think that... oh!" He muffled his surprise with a quick cough. His head twisted to her, his cock. "Yes, sir. That's right."

He waved her away, obviously unable to keep his attention on the conversation with such an arousing pair of lips busily titillating his prick. She batted her eyelashes up at him, doing her best to look innocent while she licked and sucked at his snake-like penis. It was a hell of a way to introduce him to the pleasure of a woman's mouth, but she simply couldn't resist it. She sucked deeply, pulling upward. His prick popped from her lips with a wet smack.

"You wouldn't believe it, Professor Smith," she whispered coyly up at him. "My head feels like it's swelling."

She rolled her deep blue eyes to his crotch. His prick was growing, thickening, lengthening, its swelling crown jerking into the air. He might be talking with stuffy Professor Smith, but his attention was on her.

She leaned back down. Her pink, moist tongue curled out from behind her lips and ran up and down the underside of his awakening sex. She swirled and licked that flicking oral digit over the arrowhead shape of his glans, setting his stiffening stalk of manmeat to twitching.

Then she ducked down, her tongue delightfully toying with the hairy sac of his balls. The man above barely managed to moan a goodbye, and after three attempts finally settled the receiver into its cradle.

"I don't know whether I should tell you how damn good that feels, or turn you over my knee and spank you," he said in a deep, lusty voice, his eyes following her every move.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, sliding back to the top of his prick and sucking at his glans. She poked her ass into the air and wiggled it, as though challenging him to make good his threat.

To her surprise, he swung around and grabbed her ass. A movement that sent at least four inches of his now rigid cock shafting into the humid harbor of her mouth. Sucking in a deep breath through her nostrils, she accepted the ponderous burden and lavished it with a flurry of lapping licks.

However, he had no intention of punishing her rounded buttocks. He surprised her again by throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and tucking his head between her thighs. His mouth smacked firmly against the knoll of her pubis.

"For an inexperienced virgin, you learn quickly, lover," she sighed, sliding her mouth off his root.

"I'm not a virgin, you took care of that last night," he said with a wet smack of his lips. "I've now been transformed into a sex-starved young man who can't get enough of this delightful little pussy!"

"Ahhhhh!" Further comment was cut off as he rammed his tongue up into the hole of her quim. She replied appreciatively by swallowing up the full length of his prick and sucking at it hungrily.

Inexperienced he might be, but the red-haired man eating at her cunt had no hangups about pussy licking like some of the so-called studs she had met. Warm waves of need swirled within the core of her teen-age body, wiggling and tickling up into the intimate mouth of her cunt. He was eager to please, to return some of the pleasure she had given him last night.

And she was only too willing to provide him with a flourish of new thrills as she ate the thick pole impaled in her face. All those old familiar sensations came rushing back into her as she curled her tongue around his dork and licked. This was a man, despite his recent lost of his virginity. He was a man and she loved the feel of him, the taste of his virile slab of cock within her mouth.

Without any direction on her part, his tongue found the bud of her clit. Blasting tremors of ecstasy rocked the very heart of her soul as he feathered his tongue around the supersensitive button. Immediately, she drew him deeper, letting his prick slide into her throat as she sucked.

He got the message. He eased a probing finger into the quivering mouth of her cunt and pumped it in and out of her, devoting his tongue completely to the pleasure aching point of her clit.

She knew he was close, but somehow he managed to withhold the gushes of his lust until he brought her off. Gratefully, she came, doing her best to give his prick the tender loving care it deserved while she shook and trembled in the throes of her release.

Then when the last contracting spasm of her pussy passed, he came. She welcomed the hot, scalding blasts of come that jetted into her face, splattering over the carpet of her tongue and coating the roof of her mouth.

She drank down the opalescent spurts of his semen, sucking and milking at his cock, trying to take every last drop. She thrilled as his swollen pole jerked and bobbed in her mouth. She reveled in the lusty groans she pulled from the depths of his throat. She had returned pleasure with pleasure, the secret of a good lover, as had he.

Before the exquisite delight of her mouth turned to pain, she slipped her caressing lips from his rod. As she raised her head, his eyes met hers. He grinned and opened his arms to her. Accepting his invitation, she scurried up to his embrace.

They kissed, their tongues lovingly caressing. The sexual flavors they still carried in their months mingled, exciting her. Their warmth, the feel of skin on skin, sent fresh waves of desire trembling through her body.

I've been a month without a man and now I can't get enough of this one. I wonder what he thinks? After all that time without knowing a woman's body, he must think he's fallen into the bed of a nymphomaniac!

"You dig it, sex I mean," he said, more of a statement than a question, when they parted.

"Everything about it," she answered. "I'm what those writers of sexy books call a ball-freak. I dig men and I like to ball. Shock you?"

"Should it?"

"It does some."

He didn't answer immediately. She felt a bit of uneasiness. Had he just realized that there were other men, and boys before him? Did it bother him? Was he one of those men who still felt a woman was a whore unless she retained her virginity until she climbed into the marriage bed?

"I don't know why it should. I like it." He looked at her, that serious expression on his face again. "I can't believe anybody else won't. You're completely free about it. That's good, really. You give..."

"And take too!" She emphasized her remark by reaching down and giving his cock a firm squeeze. My God! This man's still hard!!!

"You know what I'm trying to say. The worst thing I could possibly think of is going to bed with a woman who felt like she was allowing you a privilege by letting you into her bed," he said. "Does that make sense?"

"In the same way this does, men who feel they're God's gift to women turn me off," she answered. Her fingers explored the rigid mass of his manhood, still unbelieving.

"What!" He shot up, bouncing her onto her back. "You mean, I'm not?"

He tried to keep a serious expression, but maintained it for only a split-second before he laughed, and she joined in.

"You're crazy," she managed to say. "Absolutely crazy!"

"It's your fault. You drive me out of my mind," he said with a wide grin. "You're delightful! It's impossible not to be a bit wacko when I'm around you. Your touch turns me into a madman."

"I've got a serious side too," she said, somberly. "Though I admit I usually keep it hidden."

"Hmmmmm. I'd like to see that side of you, too. I'd like to know everything about you."

"Good, because I feel very serious right now," she replied. "Barry, I want you. I want you to make love to me, long and passionate love."

He gazed at her, his eyes a caress in themselves. "That's the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me."

His hands cradled her cheeks and he leaned down and kissed her. There was no hint of his roughness of the night before, and their playfulness of a moment ago was replaced by tenderness. They embraced, holding on to each other for what seemed like hours. Their hands and fingers lightly caressed, exploring their bodies.

"You really want me, don't you?" he whispered as his tongue and lips kissed down the arc of her neck.

"Yes, I really want you," she said, understanding what it was like to discover that someone actually found you sexually attractive, desirable.

"It's almost impossible to believe. If you weren't here and I weren't holding you in my arms, I'd think I was having the most beautiful dream of my life."

"I'm no dream. I'm a girl who very much wants a man named Barry Cole to make love to her."

He slid atop her body, his mouth covering hers again. Wedging a hand between their tightly pressed bodies, she glided his cock to the throbbing mouth of her sex. His hips eased forward, slowly feeding the firmness of his presence into her belly.

Long and hard, he came into her. This wasn't the hungry rapist of the night before, or the teasing boy who had given her head. This was a man entering the body of a woman. She moaned, feeling his sex fill her, providing a satisfaction that went beyond verbal description.

Lovingly, she closed the folds of her vagina around his marvelously packing cock. She caressed the virile strength that began to move in and out of her. She savored the wonderful power of his loins, letting the steady rhythmic rock of his groin lead her toward the ultimate of pleasures.

He felt so hard and demanding within her. Yet, at the same time, he was warm and tender. She rocked her pelvis, striving to return the thrilling sensations he gave to her. As much as she had reveled in his rough treatment of the night before, this was the way he should have first had her. The loss of virginity, for man or woman, is a traumatic experience. Love and care are needed in each case to insure they receive the full enjoyment of sex. It had been an accident that their wild coupling had resulted in such pleasureful responses. Now she wanted to make sure, she gave him all she had to give -- not as a ball-freak -- but as a woman.

"Good," she murmured dreamily, lost in the fantastic sensations his slow-pistoning cock sent churning through her young body. "You're so good. Make it last -- all day if you can. I don't want you to stop, ever!"

His hands cupped beneath the firm, apple-like mounds of her tits. Gently, his palms caressed the sleek, perfectly rounded balls of flesh. So warm and pleasing, his touch was like the brush of a feather, setting off new thrills within her.

For the first time in her life, she wished she had larger breasts. She remembered her brother's obvious preference for big tits and wanted to provide this young man with a similarly large pair of breasts. However, he did seem quite satisfied with the firm roundness of hers. For that she was grateful.

While he started to knead and squeeze his fingers into her tits, she swung her head around a bit, wiggling so that her mouth found the pebble-like point of one of his nipples. Using her tongue and lips, she taunted at him, delighting as the small morsel of flesh stiffened and stood rigid on his chest.

Suddenly, he rolled her to her side, her thighs sandwiching him as he continued to shaft in and out of her tight quim. Their new position allowed him easy access to their cores. His fingers found the slitted mouth of her sex and the extended bud of her clit. With no more than a few caresses, she came.

When she returned from her unbridled flight through ecstasy, she was once again on her back and he hovered above her, supported on his outstretched arms. His pelvis swung into her now. Their crotches met in wet, slamming sounds. His cock, hard and dominating, poled deeply into the welcoming recesses of her cunt.

"Yessss! Oh God, yesssss," she moaned, feeling a fresh rush of need, her body soaring toward another climax. "Goood. Sooooo good!"

She came again, skyrocketing higher and longer. Her whole body quaked and writhed under the unleashed fury of her desire.

But that wasn't the end. The magnificent man who rode atop her didn't seem satisfied with just bringing her twice. He didn't release the flood of semen boiling in his groin until she came three more times.

And when he did, she held him tightly, welcoming the spurting blasts of his release. Her hands soothingly caressed his back, shoulders and buttocks. Gratefully, she accepted the lunges and hunches of his body.

The clock on her dresser pointed straight up noon before they finally slipped from the bed to bathe together. Afterwards, Barry Cole proved himself to be somewhat of a magician in the kitchen, transforming a can of soup, a few left over potato chips, and a can of tuna into a very tasty casserole.

"It's not much, but it should make the steak tonight taste a lot better," he said.

"Steak? Tonight?"

"Yeah, I thought we go out shopping together. It could be fun," he grinned.

Cari agreed, remembering his earlier comment that he planned to stay another night. They did go shopping later, with Barry selecting two of the biggest, thickest sirloins he could find. They also found themselves in a small, dark theater showing two XXXXX-rated skin flicks. "I might be able to pick up a few pointers," Barry said as he convinced her to enter the rather shabby looking building.

Both films were rather uninspired performances, Cari thought, preferring the spontaneous performance Barry gave that night after their steak dinner. Much to her delight, he did spend the night.

And two days later, with mutual consent, he moved into her apartment. And a month later, Cari Weston's red-haired, virgin lover asked her to become his wife.

She said yes.

CHAPTER TEN

"Damnit, Barry, you're not serious!" Cari stared at him, as he eased his '69 Chevy from the main highway onto a dirt road.

"Yes, I am. I thought the idea of getting away from town for a weekend at the lake would be nice. And since Dr. Charles offered to let me use his cabin, I didn't see any reason not to take him up on it," Barry said.

"But why did you invite Chance and Tanya?" She suddenly felt cold and frightened. For two months she had successfully avoided seeing her brother and his new wife. She wasn't looking forward to it now. Damn you, Barry and your surprises!

"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" Barry threw her a perplexed frown. "Chance is your brother, yet you act like he's some kind of social outcast. Besides, he is my friend and Tanya is a hell of a nice girl."

"Don't I know," Cari shook her head. And I'm sure as hell not going to tell you. If you had an inkling of what Chance and I had going... She pushed the thought from her mind. She didn't like to think about it. "I guess I'm just being moody."

"Snap out of it, beautiful." Barry said. "We're almost there."

He rounded a curve and a small white cottage fronting a lake came into view. Chance and Tanya were already parked and standing beside their car. Cari shivered. She tried to calm herself, but it didn't help.

"We're lucky we live this far south," Barry said. "It's the end of October and eighty-five degrees. Perfect weather for a swim... or fishing."

"Fishing?" Cari looked at him again. "Is that what you and Chance plan to do?"

"Well, just a little bit," Barry grinned sheepishly. "Dr. Charles also loaned us his boat. We won't be gone long. Back by noon. Then I thought we could break the news of our upcoming wedding."

Cari didn't comment, but resigned herself to what was shaping up to be a miserable weekend. Barry's intentions were good, but there were too many things he didn't understand, things she didn't want him to find out.

Chance didn't seem too enthusiastic about the reunion either. He gave her a very brotherly peck on the cheek and a weak hug. He looked quite relieved, as was she, when Barry pulled out his fishing gear from the trunk and waved Chance toward the boat waiting on the water. Apparently he was as uncomfortable as she was, perhaps a bit embarrassed by what they had shared.

Damnit! Then why do I still want him! Cari was suddenly aware of old desires stirring within her. Chance was still a very desirable man. Did he still feel the way he once did, or had he completely buried their past?

"I don't know about you, but I thought I was coming out here to spend a quiet weekend with my man," Tanya said, interrupting Cari's disturbed thoughts. "I didn't think we'd be left to fend for ourselves."

She turned to the young woman, struck by her beauty again. Her brother's taste in women was flawless. "Fishing widows, and I'm not even married!"

Tanya laughed. Despite Cari's want to dislike this woman, she found it very difficult. Tanya was nice.

"Did you happen to bring along a swimsuit?" Tanya asked. "Chance swore the water would be warm enough for a dip. I'd like some company."

She didn't want to swim, but there was nothing else to do. "Barry said he packed mine. Let me get out my suitcase and I'll meet you inside."

By the time Cari entered the house, Tanya was already in a one-piece bathing suit. Far from being old fashioned, the swim attire was very revealing. It dipped in a wide "V" at the front, exposing a hell of a lot of her bountiful titflesh. There were also diamond-shaped slots on each side and creamy flesh underneath.

While Tanya waited for her in the living room of the cottage, Cari found a bedroom, the same Tanya had used, her clothes were neatly laid out on the bed, and quickly got into a hot-pink bikini.

Despite assurances from their men, the water was too cold for more than just a brief dip. However, the sun was warm so they spread their towels and took in its rays. And they talked. Tanya was very easy to talk with. Had she not been her brother's wife, Cari thought, it would have been easy to be friends with her. But there was that barrier, and it appeared insurmountable.

"Cari, I'd really like for you and Barry to come over to our house for dinner," Tanya said, as they rose to go back into the cabin. "I won't take no for an answer. You're family now, and I want to get the chance to know you. I always thought you and your brother were close. But Chance and I've been married two months and you haven't visited us once."

"I'm sorry about that," Cari mumbled. "But things just sort of pile up, first school, then there was Barry..." She wasn't sure how to get out of this.

"Is he going to be family too?" Tanya looked at her with a knowing smile as they entered the bedroom together.

"Promise you won't tell," Cari grinned, watching the woman nod eagerly. "Then I'll let you in on the big secret. Barry plans to break the news this afternoon. We're going to be married during Christmas break."

"Congratulations," Tanya said, giving her a warm hug and a kiss. "Are you happy?"

"Very," Cari smiled. "I've never met a man like Barry."

"Then that makes us both lucky women. I've never met a man like your brother." Tanya tucked her arms behind her back and tugged at the zipper to her swimsuit. "Hey, this thing seems to be stuck. Could you give me a hand?"

Cari found the zipper on her sister-in-law's bathing suit. A piece of fabric was wedged in it. After a couple of unsuccessful tries, the zipper came free and she pulled it down, opening on the deep crease of her ass -- a very beautiful ass.

"Thank you," Tanya said, wiggling free of the suit and letting it drop down the sleek curves of her long legs, then kicking it from her ankles.

Cari found herself sucking in a deep breath. She was beautiful. Her tits, marshmallowy cushions of creamy white flesh, juggled and jiggled in a provocative dance. They were so big, but they were firm, not at all pendulous or sagging. Her nipples were dark, thick buds of flesh and their aureoles seemed to be stretched taut and shining around them.

"Cari, is something wrong?" the black-haired woman asked. She looked puzzled as she stared at her teen-aged sister-in-law.

"No," Cari said, "It's just that you're beautiful."

"Cari, that's a nice thing to say."

"I mean it. I didn't know another woman could seem so beautiful."

Before she knew what she was doing, she lifted a hand. Her fingertips brushed over the ripe-looking contours of the woman's breast. The girl shivered. It felt so smooth and soft. It was the first time she had ever actually touched another woman. And it was exciting.

Tanya trembled too. She gasped a throaty little whimper. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Cari?"

The girl's hand cupped the melon-like ball of titflesh. It was heavy and firm, so squeezable. Her fingers molded into the alluring mound. Strange, unknown feeling awakened within her teen-age body, wicked thrills of forbidden desires.

"Cari?" Tanya's voice quavered, but she made no attempt to stop the intimate caress. "Cari?"

"My halter top," the girl said. "Take it off, Tanya."

Like a woman in a trance, the older woman did exactly that, her own hands cupping the twin peaks of the girl's breasts. "They're so delicate, perfectly round." Her fingers began to feel and fondle, igniting more arousing needs within the blonde.

Cari stepped forward, an action that brought the stiff points of their nipples together. They both trembled as their flesh met, but neither moved away. Instead they pressed closer, watching their tits mash together.

"I've never... I've never," Tanya mumbled.

"Neither have I," Cari replied, leaning forward, her lips brushing against those of her sister-in-law. She felt the excited waves of new and unknown desires race through the black-haired beauty. Her tongue flicked out and traced over the woman's lips.

"Should we stop?" Tanya asked.

"No," the young blonde answered. "No."

They kissed, this time both their tongues meeting, probing, dueling over one another. They melted together, atop the bed, their hands exploring and fondling the feminine delight of their bodies.

"It's so strange," the raven-tressed seductress said, as the girl's hands kneaded firmly into her tits. "It's like having a man's hand on me, but so different."

"Deliciously different," the girl replied.

Cari ran a hand down over her sister-in-law's stomach to clasp the plump, womanly knoll of her sex. Droplets of moisture wetted her palm. "You're as turned on as I am!"

"I feel like there's a river inside me," the woman moaned, her thighs spreading to allow the young blonde to tickle a finger up into the hot pocket of her quim. "God! It's so exciting. I didn't think it would be like this. I didn't know!"

Her hands moved to the girl's waist, working the bottom of her bikini down and off her legs. She returned the arousing taunting, slipping her index finger up into the blonde's cunt.

"Aaarrahhahhhhh!" Cari gasped under the feminine probing of her pussy. It was good. It did feel like having a man fondle her, but there was the added excitement of knowing that twirling digit in her cunt belonged to a woman.

"A finger's good," the voluptuous woman moaned. "But I wonder what a mouth would be like?"

To the girl's surprise, Tanya rose and eased her to her back. Before she realized what was happening, the woman scooted around, and planted a long wet kiss to her vulva. Cari moaned long and long, trembling as a feminine tongue invaded her quim. Wet and tantalizing, it slithered up into the mouth of her belly, licking and lapping.

It would have been enough to just lie there and enjoy this new carnal thrill, but the blonde wanted to share her discovery with her sister-in-law. It took just a bit of repositioning and she was busily taunting the woman's cunt with her own tongue.

Far from being a turn-off, she found the taste of the black-tressed beauty's cunt exciting and different. Eagerly, she ran her oral digit up and down the deep cleft of the woman's loins, sucking away the flow of her womanly juices. At the same time, she writhed and squirmed, delighting at the feel of the tongue filling her own body.

She found Tanya's clit. It was big, two or three time larger than her own, which surprised her. However, even though there was a size difference, it served the same purpose. A fact which she proved by laving her tongue tip around the extended bud.

The woman's reaction was like a jolt of sexual electricity. She moaned, muffled by the fact that her face was buried in the wetness of her sister-in-law's loins, and writhed. Her tongue immediately increased its in-out drilling, while she wiggled a fingertip to the top of Cari's sex slit to return the attention to her clit.

First my brother and now his wife! Cari couldn't believe what was happening. It was all going too fast.

Stirred by the woman's licking tongue, she surrendered herself to the task at hand, wildly licking and eating, swallowing down the deluge of juices that welled within the woman's cunt. Harder and deeper, she reamed, swirling her oral digit around the quivering folds of the woman's vagina.

Likewise, Tanya ate her. Lapping and sucking, she went about her pussy-eating with abandoned relish. Her lips smacked and her tongue taunted and teased, then drilled hotly up into the moist socket of the girl's cunt.

Hotter and hotter, the consuming flames of their bodies swirled. Higher and higher the passions of lust and need rose. Harder and harder they licked, each lost in the feel of having another woman as a lover.

They came; together they came. Moaning and groaning, they writhed atop the bed, somehow managing to embrace again, and hold each other closely. While unknown to Tanya, they had shared the same man, and now they had shared their bodies. They panted and gasped, heretofore unknown desires within them sated and fulfilled.

God! Who would have ever guessed that ball-freak Cari could get off with another woman. Live and learn!

Tanya rolled to her back and sighed. "I would have never expected it to be anything like that. It's so unbelievable!"

"You can say that again," Cari grinned.

"It's unbelievable."

A man's voice resounded in the room.

"Chance!" Tanya cried in surprise, sitting straight up in the bed.

Cari's head twisted to the door of the bedroom. Her brother stood there. Barry was at his side.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"It seems we returned a little sooner than our women expected," Chance said, eyeing the two naked beauties on the bed.

Barry didn't say a word, though his gaze darted back and forth between Cari and Tanya, as though he couldn't believe what he had witnessed.

"I guess it would be rather ridiculous to ask what the hell is going on here," Chance said. "Anybody could see that. But would either of you like to say a word or two on the subject for Barry and me? Cari? Tanya?"

"We were getting undressed after our swim," Tanya sputtered, groping for words. "It just happened."

"I seduced her," Cari said, suddenly feeling a surge of brazen courage.

"Now I'd believe that!" Chance answered with a wide grin. "What do you think, Barry?"

Barry still was speechless. His head moved slowly from side to side.

"Well, I think," Chance said, "it was one of the... sexiest things I've ever seen!"

"Chance?" Tanya stared at her husband, unsure if she heard him correctly.

"I don't see how any man with his wits about him could think it was anything else," Chance grinned, opening his arms to his wife, who came trotting across the room and planted a long kiss on his lips.

"And you?" Cari looked at her future husband.

"I don't know," Barry said with another shake of his head. "I still think you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen... but my future brother-in-law's wife comes in pretty close."

Cari replied in the same manner as her sister-in-law. "You're quite a man, Barry Cole."

"I know," he smiled. "You keep telling me and I'm beginning to believe it."

"I think these girls have started something we won't be able to stop, Barry, even if we wanted to," Chance said. "It looks like our family might be closer than we thought."

"Hey, you spilled the beans," Cari said looking up at Barry. He nodded.

"Don't let her gig you," Tanya said. "She told me too."

The big-breasted woman leaned over and kissed Barry, her naked tits brushing against his arm. The intimate contact got to him, though he tried not to show it. However, Chance and Cari both noticed.

"Cari," Chance said, turning to her, "since you girls have, if you'll pardon my choice of words, started to lay things bare today... I think we might do the same thing."

She wasn't expecting that, but she agreed. It was time to bring everything out in the open. She nodded. Chance quickly started in, revealing everything about their secret life as lovers. When Chance finished, Barry's face once more contained that blank, puzzled expression. He looked at Chance, then at Cari.

"Whew!" Tanya shook her head. "I wasn't prepared for that. But... I will admit it's a turn-on. The thought of you making it with your sister, or with any woman, gets to me. I've thought about it before -- it's exciting."

It was Chance's turn to look surprised. "I don't think I'll ever stop marveling at you." He hugged her tightly.

"I admit I was jealous when Chance told me about you, Tanya," Cari said. "But the thought of him making it with you also got to me. Very erotic."

"What about Barry?" Tanya asked. "Does the thought of your future husband balling another, say just for conversation purposes, your sister-in-law, turn you on?"

Cari's mind immediately filled with a picture of Barry atop Tanya's supine body. She felt the dampness of arousal seeping back into her loins. "Yes, yes it does."

"Well, then," Tanya said, walking from Chance's side and taking Barry's hand. "I think it's time Barry and I got acquainted and both of you are long overdue for a brother and sister reunion."

With a pleased smile on his face, Barry winked at Cari, then followed the voluptuous Tanya from the room. Cari felt another rush of excitement within her body.

"Well, little sister," Chance said behind her. "It was a hell of a lot easier than I thought it would be. I'm glad to get it all out in the open."

"Me too," she said, turning to him. "I've missed you."

"Ditto," he said with a nod. "Think we should make up for the past two months?"

"Whatever you say," she replied, running to him and throwing her arms around his neck. "I think a long kiss would be a good way to start."

He kissed her throwing his tongue deeply into her mouth. She accepted it, her own oral digit flicking and teasing around the exploring oral probe.

"Mmmmmm, that's every bit as good as I remembered it," she said. "Now, we've got to do something about your clothes! Because the thought of my man balling your wife in the next room has got me about to climb the walls. Big Brother, I need you; I need you to fuck me!"

Together, they managed to strip him in a matter of a few minutes. He then lifted her and carried her to the bed where she had made love with Tanya just a few minutes ago. There was security in the feel of his nakedness, an old familiarity that sent quivery desire shooting through her body.

His reactions were the same. For the past two months, he had tried not to think of his sister. Now all those penned up and repressed desires were burning within him. His cock jutted stiffly from his groin like a flag pole of need.

They kissed again as he lowered himself atop her supine body. Her thighs opened for him and the twitching head of his cock pressed to the lips of her pussy. There was no need for foreplay, his wife's mouth had left the young blonde's labia slick and ready for his entry. He shoved, skewering his whole fat prick up into her belly.

"Welcome back home, brother," she groaned, relishing the sudden impalement of her body. "God, it's good to have you back!"

"Very good," he whispered, his mouth kissing and taunting her neck as her head lolled between her shoulders. "My sister's still got the tightest pussy in the world."

His hips jerked up, dragging his ponderous tool from the hot recesses of her cunt. She squeezed down, making herself taut as though to prove just how tight she was. It was a homecoming. The feel of her young pussy brought back a flood of memories, good memories he had tried to suppress since his wedding. He now realized that it had been an impossible task; there was no way he could ever forget this delightful nymph and what they shared.

Downward, his pelvis shot, feeding the long, hard rod of his need into her. She groaned, her hips bucking up to receive the bulky offering of his sex.

Two lovers, that was what she had now, Barry and her brother. The feel of them, moving deeply inside her, created the same fiery passions, but they did it in so wonderfully different manners. She couldn't believe that she had really thought she could exist without her brother. Now, she wouldn't have to. Thank God for Barry and Tanya!

"Hard, give it to me hard!" She urged him on, her hands reaching down and squeezing the tension-filled cheeks of his buttocks. "Make me taste you!"

He slammed into her welcoming body, trying to drive his cock all the way up into her mouth. It was an impossible task, but one that was so pleasing to attempt. She grunted under his fleshy impact, thrashing about beneath him.

His cock glided in and out of her body, bathed in the liquid heat of her womanly juices. For the first time, he felt a bit of jealousy. Barry now shared his sister's body each night -- it had to be an every night thing with Cari, he knew his sister's needs too well. If it hadn't been for Tanya and her understanding, he wouldn't have this delightful teen-ager now. Thank God, my love! And thank you, Barry!

Sliding his hands upward, he found and gripped the rounded forms of his sister's apple-like breasts. He squeezed, kneading his fingers into the resilient flesh. He molded them, working on their pliant elasticity. She felt so damn good!

Her whole body glowed. She was awash in wave after wave of sexual heat. Her thighs ached. Her cunt trembled with each driving stroke of her brother's cock. Up and down, his hips fell, in and out the pistoning ramrod of his sex slithered in her juicy pussy.

She rocked and bucked under his imposing weight. She fucked him as he fucked her. She opened herself wide, letting his demanding cock drill even deeper into the burning reaches of her quim.

He was magnificent! There was no way she would deny that. Her brother was a pussy-pleasing stud of the first magnitude. Willing and wanton, she accepted the savage poling of his cock. Harder and harder, he slammed into her body. Harder and harder, she threw herself onto the stiffness of his manhood.

His balls were aflame with the consuming fires of lust. He ached and hurt for release. But he stemmed the tide of his own desire, whipping at the lovely woman-girl beneath him. Like a bull, he shafted in and out of her body, driving her higher and higher.

The familiar glowing sensation in her thighs began to grow, spreading, reaching. Their fire met at the core of her body and exploded in a rush of devouring pleasure. She came, trembling and quaking. Her cries of satisfaction whimpered piteously from the depths of her throat.

Then, and only then, did he lunge into her, securely rooting his prod in the innermost recesses of his sister's body. Like an erupting volcano, his lust pushed up the tiny channel of his prick, throbbing and burning. Out, in a fiery blast, he spewed a flood of man juice.

His body jerked spasmodically as the hot, thick streams of his seed scalded over the sensitive crown of his prick. Gush after gush fountained from his loins, filling the very receptive channel of his sister's cunt.

Together, lost in the ultimate of pleasures, their bodies quaked and writhed. Brother and sister, they were lovers once again. They held each other, gratefully caressing and fondling, their lust for one another sated.

"I have to admit I'm a bit nervous about this," Tanya said as she stretched back on the bed, displaying her nakedness for Barry.

His eyes roved over the voluptuousness of her body. His balls tightened and retightened themselves. She was beautiful. Not in the same way as his Cari, but there was no denying she was a beautiful woman -- and desirable. Her tits were like mountainous mounds of delectable-looking flesh. Each bountiful knoll was topped by a dark, plump cherry of flesh. He could imagine the feel of those firm, shimmering domes, already feel their resilient flesh squelching up between his kneading fingers.

"We don't have to do this, if you don't want to," he said, his gaze probing the intimate rise of her pubis. Beneath the damp fur of her bush were slightly parted lips, the entrance to the pleasure of her body. His cock stiffened, straining to be free of his pants. He wanted this woman, but he didn't want her to feel she was obligated to entertain him while Chance balled Cari in the next room.

"I don't want out," she said with a shake of her head. "Do you?"

"No, I just wanted you to realize you didn't have to do this," he said. "You sounded a bit hesitant."

"I know I don't have to make love with you," she replied. "I want to. And I am hesitant. I've never had another man except Chance, so I'm nervous... but excited."

He grinned. He knew how she felt. After all, she would be his second woman -- and what a woman. He still couldn't believe this was actually happening. He was marrying into one hell of a wild family and the more he found out about it, the more he liked it.

"I feel wonderfully wicked," the raven-haired beauty stretched out before him said. "You're quite a handsome man."

Damn if he didn't blush, she realized. She liked that. There was a touch of innocence to it. And women are attracted to innocence as much as men.

"I don't think I realized how beautiful you were until I saw you with Cari," he said. "Before that you were Chance's wife. In there, I saw you as a woman."

"An available woman?"

He nodded, and started to strip. Her gaze clung to him, watching as he discarded each piece of his clothing. He saw her nostrils flare and her chest heave deeply when he pulled away his shorts and freed the hardness of his prick.

"Lovely," she said as he walked to the bed and sat beside her. "I can see why Cari said you made her happy."

"Right now," he said, "I'd like to make you happy."

"Then, kiss me."

He did, flicking his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. The huge balls of her breasts rolled luxuriously against his chest. He delighted at their satiny texture, the feel of her nipples growing to stiff buttons of aroused flesh. As his tongue retreated, hers rushed in filling his mouth, taunting and teasing.

Her hands lightly caressed his back. He was so different to the touch from her husband. It was an exciting difference, one that stirred her deeply, setting forth a steady stream of juicy lubricants within her cunt. Her husband's sister as a lover, now this flaming-haired young man. This had happened so quickly she didn't have time to ponder or study it. But she liked it.

Downward, her fingers traced, until she eased a hand around to his crotch. Then there was the rigid spike of sex that jutted from his groin. She shivered. Now here was a difference. He wasn't as long as Chance, but the girth of this throbbing cock was thicker than her husband's tool. And his balls -- they felt heavier, perhaps even larger.

It was strange, but she had never considered the fact that men sported different sexual equipment. It was the same as woman, she realized, different breasts, perhaps even different pussies. She squeezed her future brother-in-law's cock delighted by that titillating difference.

"Ahhhhh," she whimpered in a shivery little voice. He wiggled a finger up into the damp haven of her quim.

At the same time, he used his free hand and his mouth to busy the marshmallowy mounds of her breasts. He sucked, licked, and nibbled at the delectable, plentiful bulges of her melon-sized tits. His hand squeezed into the extraordinary resilient balls, loving the feel of his fingers sinking into the warmth of her flesh.

Meanwhile, his inquisitive finger swirling around in the hot channel of her cunt, tickled up the slit of her sex and found the extended nubbin of her clit. Its size surprised him, but its fatness made it that much easier to play with. He also discovered that this raven-haired beauty needed only light, brushing strokes to her pleasure button to send her writhing and squirming beside him.

Her earlier nervousness melted in the growing fires he ignited in her loins. Despite Cari's recent oral caresses, she felt every cell in her body crying out for this man, aching to feel him sliding into the willing gash of her pussy.

"Now," she moaned, tugging at the firm stalk of his cock. "Give me this... now."

Anticipation raged within him as he slid atop the voluptuous bed of her body. His balls were rock-hard and aching. His cock was a rigid spike of need and lust. He groaned as her expertly guiding hand eased his glans to the moist mouth of her belly.

Almost of their own volition, his hips plunged, shafting his swollen cock into the luxury of her hot, tight cunt. He skewered her, slamming every inch of his thick stalk up into the edacious tunnel of her love mound in one hard, grinding lunge.

"Aggarahhhhhh!" She lurched under him. Her arms flew around his waist, clinging tightly. The taut walls of her cunt squeezed down, molding themselves to the bulky contours of his drilling rod.

Big and thick, he splayed open her body and filled the wanton hole of her juicy pussy. That swollen difference of his shaft was very noticeable now. She felt stretched and packed. But there were no complaints; she loved it, showing her approval by undulating her pelvis, washing the spongy folds of her quim around the ponderous mass of him.

The flaming-haired man riding atop her supine body said a silent thank you to his future wife and her brother in the next room. Without them, this moment wouldn't have happened. Without them he wouldn't have known the fantastic sensations of burying his throbbing prick in the burning cunt of this seductive Goddess.

The woman under him shared his gratitude. After twenty-two years of protecting her virginity, she had learned to love the feel of a man deeply entrenched within her body during her two months of marriage. Now in the matter of an hour, she had discovered the pleasures of another woman, and the delight of taking a man, other than her husband, into her bed.

Surrendering herself to the man pressing down atop her, pinning her willing nakedness to the bed, she lost herself in the forceful lunges of his driving piston of manhood. Her hips rocked up and down, rhythmically accepting the meaty offering of his sex.

In and out, he fucked the tight slash of the woman's cunt. His cock was a searing wand of need. The clinging folds of her quim gripped at him, inciting a sexual friction that blasted down to his lust-laden balls.

Out and in, she welcomed the bludgeoning ramrod of desire that impaled her. She gripped at his buttocks, pulling at him. It seemed at that moment she was unable to get enough of him, unable to pull him deep enough into the wanton recesses of her body.

She lifted her knees toward the ceiling. Immediately, his lancing sword of flesh drilled deeper into the slippery sheath of her vagina. She bucked, thrusting her pelvis high to meet the slamming descent of his cock. She jerked back down, her rounded ass bouncing on the mattress beneath her.

Like a wild man, he rammed the adamant spike of his cock into the tender slit of her sex. His balls were afire. His temples pounded like a brass drum. Harder and deeper he reamed into the saddle of her supine body.

"Yes, yes, yesssss," she hissed in a wanton plea of need. "Fuck me. Fuck me!"

He did. In complete abandon, he recklessly drilled and poled the steamy hole of her cunt. Deeper and deeper her body seemed to open to him, yet that fiery tightness remained, squeezing and gripping at his shaft.

Close! She was so close. Her nerve endings burned white-hot. Her thighs quivered and trembled. The aching channel of her pussy contracted and relaxed. She milked herself along his thick length, as though she was gobbling at his cock.

Higher and higher she soared on a one-way trip to ecstasy. And when she came, it was like a whirlwind of pleasure. She cried out, totally controlled by the pistoning prod of passion that so fully packed her writhing body.

His own will crumbled. No longer could he contain the hot lava aflame in his loins. He threw himself into her, rooting his throbbing cock in the hot interior of her quim. He groaned, jerking as that first rush of semen spurted through his length and blasted outward.

Again and again, fountains of lust spewed from the twitching head of his prick. Gratefully he emptied what seemed like a gallon or two into the willing tunnel of her cunt. Then, savoring the fulfilling and satisfying sensations that filled him, he lay atop her panting and heaving body.

"Good," she murmured, her arms and hands softly caressing his back. "That was good. One fantastic way to get acquainted."

He kissed her and rolled from her nakedness before his weight became a burden rather than a pleasure. "One hell of a way to get acquainted!"

"We should do it more often," she said, snuggling closely to his body.

He smiled, once more agreeing with her. Her hand was weaving through the light-orange-red hairs of his chest. It felt soothing and relaxing.

"Do you think Chance and Cari are still in the other bedroom?" she asked, her hand drifting to his stomach, tickling at his navel.

"Probably, if I know Cari," he answered. "Why?"

"I was just wondering if I kissed that lovely cock of yours I could get it hard again," she said, rolling her dark eyes up to him. They flashed with a lusty glint.

His balls lurched within the confines of their sac. The mere thought of those luscious red lips wrapped around his dork sent fresh sensations of arousal through his groin.

"There's only one way to find out," he grinned, watching as she eased down toward his crotch and the sleeping length of his prick, still slick and shining with a coat of her own juices.

In another moment, he was watching those red, caressing lips, slide down, down along that same length.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Cari's gaze moved over the three other people sitting on the carpeted floor of the living room of the small cottage. They were as naked and unashamed as she was.

"Chance promised me a quiet weekend at the lake," Tanya was saying. "I never expected anything like this."

"I don't think any of us did," Chance replied. His eyes flashed to Cari and he smiled. "But, for one, I'm glad that it did. I feel a hell of a lot better now that everything is out in the open."

"You won't find me complaining," Barry said in a deep, breathless voice. He had just taken a bit over a joint of marijuana and was holding the smoke in his lungs. "Who wants the next toke?"

Tanya took the yellow stick and sucked at it, then passed it to Cari, who did likewise. She was already feeling a slight buzz, not a high, but a mellow floating feeling. As she exhaled, she passed the joint to her brother.

"This is giving me the munchies," she said. "Is anyone else hungry?"

Chance raised his hand while he inhaled the marijuana. Both Barry and Tanya nodded. "Soon as we finish this number, I'll get us something from the kitchen," Cari said. "I think there's some wine left and we brought a wedge of cheddar cheese and some crackers."

"How'd you and Cari get together?" Chance said turning to Barry. "You two haven't kept in touch, despite the fact we only live across town."

"Something we won't let happen again," Barry assured him, letting his hand run over Tanya's thigh.

"He raped me," Cari piped.

"What?" Tanya's black eyes grew wide. She feigned mock terror as she cringed away from Barry. "You beast!"

"Sort of raped her," Barry grinned, then briefly related the events of that first night with Cari. The young blonde noted he left out the fact he had been a virgin at the time. She understood. It had been hard enough for him to tell her. To admit it before another man would have been impossible.

"Doesn't sound like rape to me," Chance said. "Like James Coburn said in the movie Waterhole No. 3 'assault with a friendly weapon'."

"It sounds romantic, and sexy," Tanya said, no longer cringing from her newfound lover. "If the rapist urge ever strikes you again, you know my address."

"Hard to believe this brazen hussy was a virgin on our wedding night," Chance said with a wide grin for his wife.

"Whatever I am," Tanya chided, "you have yourself to blame. Until you entered my life, I didn't know what I was missing."

"Anybody want the roach?" Barry held up a minute butt left from the joint. They shook their heads, so he wet a finger, tapped out the still glowing end of the cigarette, then popped it in his mouth, swallowing. "Blah! That tastes awful! Think I could have a little of that wine now, love?"

Cari nodded and rose. "Any special orders?"

"The wine and cheese sounds good," Tanya said, and Barry and Chance nodded.

"Be right back," the blonde replied, turning and trotting into the kitchen.

"Hey, this is nice," Tanya said, gazing at the two men sitting on each side of her. "I've never been alone with two naked men before."

"Sounds like your wife is challenging us to do something about it," Barry said with a wink at Chance.

"Was thinking the same thing myself," Chance answered. "Have anything special in mind, Tanya?"

"I was just commenting on the situation," she replied.

"Sure you were," Chance said. "The thought of making it with two guys at the same time is getting to you, isn't it? Making that lovely little pussy of yours all wet!"

"Chance!" she gasped as his hand shot between her legs and clamped over the mound of her vulva. She glanced at Barry, her cheeks blushing pinkly. "Chance, stop it!"

"You're embarrassing her, buddy," Barry said.

"She's embarrassing herself," Chance answered. "She's all wet and hot inside."

"Chance!" Tanya's face turned two shades redder and she tried to wiggle free of her husband, but Barry grabbed her arms, easing her to her back on the floor. "Stop it! The both of you. Stop kidding around."

"No one's kidding," her husband said, probing his finger deeply into the cleft of her loins and swirling it around within the flowing fluids of her body. "You're the one who said you'd like Barry to rape you. And you're the one who brought up the fact you were alone with two naked men."

"And now," Barry said. "We're going to do something about it -- both of us!"

"No!" The dark-haired beauty's eyes widened. "You wouldn't!"

"We would!" Chance grinned lewdly. "At the same time!"

"No, you're not," she cried in mock fright, trying to wiggle away from them, but Barry's hands held her pinned to the floor. She couldn't escape.

"Hold her tight and I'll just spread these beautiful thighs," Chance said, forcing his wife's legs open. "And make a frontal attack."

He slid atop her. To her surprise, his cock was hard and rigid. With no difficulty at all, he crammed it into the hot mouth of her belly, packing her to the brim. "Ahhhhhhh! You brutes! You can't do this to me!"

"Can't?" her husband exclaimed, throwing his cock into her. "But we are!"

"I'll be back in a moment," Barry said, releasing her shoulders. "Don't let her get away."

She heard him rise and his bare feet pad toward the bedrooms. "What's he doing?"

"I haven't the slightest idea," the man atop her groaned, quickly ramming himself in and out of her cock-hungry cunt. "But I'm sure he'll be back in a moment. Then, my greedy little wife, you'll get your first taste of satisfying two men at once!"

"You're not serious. Are you?"

"Quite serious!"

"I'm back," Barry said as he entered the room again. "Do you think you can hold her and roll her to her side?"

"Why?" Tanya wiggled and squirmed, but couldn't escape her husband's grip, or the demanding thrusts of his groin. "What are you going to do?"

"Fuck this beautiful ass," Barry said from behind her. "As soon as I prepare the way."

While Chance gripped her tightly, she felt the man behind her spread the vulnerable demiglobes of her ass. She shivered when a finger touched the puckered mouth of her asshole, a finger coated in petroleum jelly.

Two men at once. One already plugged into the hot slash of her cunt and another slickening the way into her rectum. Her whole body went limp. It was crazy! Completely mad! And as exciting as hell!

"She's stopped fighting," Chance said to his friend. "Decided to relax and enjoy it!"

She had. Her husband's filling cock and the finger wiggling deeply into her anus was more than she could believe. Her whole body was alive with the feel. It controlled her, demanding her complete attention.

"Ready!" Barry piped, and she felt him lower himself behind her. The rigid length of his fat prodder pressed against her hind-cheeks, throbbing and virile. He whispered, "Relax!"

She did. His cock-crown nuzzled the mouth of her rectum. She went all watery. The tight ring of her sphincter went flaccid, admitting the knob-like tip of his prick.

"Ohhhhhhh!" She moaned as the engorged rod of his sex slid into the haven of her rear channel. Never before had she felt so full. She was the compete sex object. Her body was a receptacle for the bludgeoning mass of their cocks. She was packed front and back. Every wiggle, twitch, or squirm and she could feel their stiff prodders crammed into her. There was no way to escape the dominating presence of their sex.

But she didn't want to escape. Moaning her approval to their dual penetration of her body, she surrendered herself to the two men in her life, willingly accepting their cocks, wantonly worshipping the sizzling sensations they created within her doubly impaled body.

She whimpered and writhed as their ponderous poles of lust began to move. First, her husband slowly slithered his cock from the juice-filled slash of her cunt. He eased back until only his glans throbbed at the entrance to her quim, then, he glided back into her opened pussy.

At that same moment, when the man in front of her began his down-stroke, the man snugly rooted in her bowels, pulled outward. In a shafting counter-point, they fucked her. If she thrust her pelvis forward, she slammed into the thickness of her husband's long prick. If her hips wrenched back, she skewered her ass on Barry's swollen club of a cock.

The feeling was indescribable. She was totally at their control. She couldn't have fought away from them, even if she had wanted to. They pressed into her from both sides, driving the fat bulk of their manhoods into her cock-consumed body.

What she had thought was impossible but a moment ago was now a magnificent reality. Two men were using her to sate their lusts, two men were fucking her body simultaneously -- her husband and her newfound lover. It was marvelous.

That was the way Cari found them when she came back into the living room, carrying a tray with the wine, cheese, and crackers. She would have felt left out, but the scene of one woman sandwiched between two men, getting it at both ends was just too arousing.

Shakily, she managed to step to a nearby end table and carefully set the tray down, before spilling its contents. Her knees were limp just watching them. Two men! At the same time! She imagined how her sister-in-law felt! She knew how she would feel!

In and out her brother's hips bucked, relentlessly ramming his stiff cock into his wife's cunt. Out and in, Barry's rigid pussy-pleaser was doing a fine job of pleasing the voluptuous woman's ass. The young blonde trembled and shook. She knew what each of those men felt like, but never had she experienced them in her body at the same time. Tanya was a hell of a lucky woman.

Her sister-in-law whimpered and writhed. Her body stiffened as she came. She cried out, gripping Chance and then Barry while she was wracked by the throes of climax.

Chance came first. Slamming himself deeply into the pink lips of his wife's pussy, he unloaded the fire in his balls, emptying his lust into the welcoming chalice of her body.

A moment or two later, Barry's lust erupted. Cari could see the opal viscosity of his release running well out of Tanya's ass, oozing between her ass cheeks.

The three of them lay there panting and gasping in labored breaths. Eventually nature took its course and the stiffness of the men's cock left them. They came slithering from the woman's body, leaving her totally empty. Tanya's eyes fluttered open. She pushed up on her elbows, looking around the room. To Cari she appeared drunk and dazed, unsure as to just where she was.

Poor kid! Looks like someone just fed her a fifth of bourbon and it's hitting her like a sledgehammer!

She found herself moving across the room kneeling beside her sister-in-law, her arms going around her in a gesture of comfort. The big-titted woman, gratefully accepted her embrace, still shaking and quivering.

"Cari, you wouldn't believe what it was like," Tanya's voice quavered. "I can't find the words to describe it. But it's about ten times as strong as coming with just one man. Unbelievable."

She could believe it. Both their men were stallions, who knew how to please a woman. Together, the combination had to be out of this world!

"Were you watching?" Tanya asked.

"Mmmmmm hmmmm," Cari answered. "I almost came watching you take both of them."

"I think I could use a drink," the black-haired woman said. "It might help me steady myself."

"And help us get our strength back," Chance mumbled.

Cari shook her head and smiled at her brother, then rose and retrieved the tray. By the time she set it on the floor, Barry groped his way to a sitting position. He grinned at Cari, a lewd glint in his green eyes, but he reached for one of the glasses of wine, as did the rest of them.

"Good," Tanya said. "I feel a bit stronger now."

"Ditto," Chance said, munching on a piece of the cheese, then washing it down with a hearty swig of the wine. "I've married one hell of a woman."

Cari thought she saw Tanya blush, but wasn't sure. Barry gulped down his wine and rose. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be back in a moment." He trotted off toward the rear of the cottage and the bathroom.

"Cari, what do you think of two men who would rape a poor defenseless girl?" Tanya said, winking at the blonde.

"I'd think they were both bullies," Cari replied. "Something should be done about such unruly behavior."

Chance finished his wine and laughed again.

"See, just look at him," Tanya said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Pompous and inflated, just because it took two of them to rape me."

"Definitely a case of male ego," Cari said. "I think we should do something about it."

"Exactly what I was thinking," her sister-in-law replied, reaching out and scooting the tray out of the way. Cari did the same with the empty wine glasses. "Have anything in mind?"

"I think it would only be fair if we raped them," Cari said. "Turnabout is fair play."

"Exactly!"

With that, Tanya swung around and grabbed Chance, throwing him to his back. A second later, Cari pounced atop him. Chance didn't put up a struggle, but lay there laughing.

"Men!" Cari grimaced. "Look at him. He's alone with two beautiful and willing women and he hasn't even got it up."

"Hey, I'm only a man," Chance protested. "There's a matter of biology involved."

"Yeah, and they accuse women of having penis envy," Tanya chided. "Who'd want equipment like that? I mean, I think a woman is definitely superior in the physical department. With a man, once he's come, he loses all his strength."

"But a woman is ready and willing."

"With you two, that's all the time," he grinned.

"When it comes to sexual prowess a woman wins hands down," Tanya said. "The trouble is, how do we go about raping a man who hasn't got a hard-on?"

"There's always his mouth," Cari said. "Why don't you force him to lick his way out of this situation?"

"A lovely idea," Tanya said, scooting up so that she hovered near her husband's head. "Your mouth it is, lover boy. Ready or not."

With that, she straddled his head and lowered herself on his face. There was only one thing he could do. His tongue flicked out and began to busily lick at her cunt. The large-breasted woman moaned loud and long as his taunting oral digit slithered up into the wanton socket of her pussy.

Which left the young blonde her brother's limp penis. If she intended to participate in this double rape, she had to do something about that.

She used her mouth.

Admitting it wasn't a very forceful way to begin a rape, she knelt between her brother's legs and lapped up and down the sleeping hose of his sex. The taste of her sister-in-law's pussy was still on his penis. But it was a flavor she found to her liking, one that she planned to go to the source of before the night was out.

"Mmmmmmmm," came a muffled moan from the face delightfully buried in the raven-tressed beauty's cunt.

"I think he likes that," Tanya said, her gaze on Cari as she licked up and down the swelling rise of her husband's dick. "Don't make it too nice. This is rape, remember?"

Cari nodded, suddenly swallowing up the twitching half-masted prick. She sucked and lapped, whipping new desire into her brother's recently drain groin. Within moments, his penis was transformed into a stiff, thick cock. Hard and long, it jutted from his loins at a forty-five degree angle, glistening wetly with her saliva. Proudly she eyed the results of her oral caresses.

Now, the rape would begin.

Scurrying upward, she straddled his groin. Pulling his prick straight up into the air, she slowly eased herself down on its throbbing virility. She moaned with satisfaction as the thick column of pleasure nestled into the welcoming furrow of her pussy. Her eyelids, laden with dreamy fulfillment, fluttered closed. She rocked a bit, whipping his unyielding rod around within her. She was hot and ready, having witnessed the provocative scene of Tanya being balled by Chance and Barry had prepared her for this.

She was in no rush. She wanted to savor the feel of his bigness within her. Back and forth, she wiggled, working him even deeper into the caressing warmth of her body.

"Oh!" She moaned in pleased surprise. Her eyes jerked opened. Tanya had reached out and cradled the rounded forms of her teen-age tits. "That feels good!"

"I know," the older woman said, lovingly caressing the tempting mounds. "I like your hands on me."

Cari picked up the hint. She stretched her arms out, hands grasping the overabundant melons of her sister-in-law's breasts. Again, the shivery thrill of touching another woman's body raced through her. She knew there were all sorts of dirty names for woman-to-woman sex. But those labels came from people who didn't know or understand.

As Tanya's fingers fondled and caressed, and her own hands kneaded and squeezed, she slowly began to rise and fall on her brother's love wand. In and out he moved within her, his marvelously swollen shaft reaming up into her innermost recesses.

"Ahhhhhh!" Tanya groaned with enthusiastic pleasure. "That's it. Oh God! That's it!"

She shook and trembled. Her red lips writhed in the agony of ecstasy. Tightly, her hands clamped into the apple-like roundness of the blonde's young tits.

She was coming. Cari was surprised. Apparently her sister-in-law's capacity for sex was as great as her own.

Unable to remain seated on her husband's face without smothering him in the flowing wetness of her quim, the black-haired beauty collapsed, rolling to the floor, still groaning out her pleasure.

"That's one of you vicious rapists down," Chance grinned up at his sister. "Now, let's see what I can do about you!"

His hips bolted upward, throwing every inch of his meaty stalk into the waiting folds of the girl's cunt. "Uhhhagggahhh!" She was jolted, dazed by the slamming impact.

"The tables are turned again, little sister," he laughed. "The rapist has become the rapee!"

Slam! He pumped another deep-probing stroke into the quivering channel of her belly. He was out of rhythm with her own undulating pelvis, which only seemed to increase the ramming power of his loins.

She grunted and groaned, realizing the leisurely ride on his cock she had planned had come to an end. Deep and hard, he shoved the swollen column of his manmeat up into the tight envelope of her pussy. Wet and loud their meeting cores smacked.

It was like riding atop a bucking stallion. He hunched and threw himself upward, his back and hips arching in a high arc. He impaled her, skewered up into the burning core of her teen-age body.

Then there was his hand. His fingers were working at her quim, finding her clit and massaging it roughly. There was no way she could withhold the fires of her lust. Whimpering her pleasure, she came, collapsing atop her brother's chest. In and out his massive rod plummeted the pink pocket of her cunt.

She soared, riding the winds of unleashed passion, soaring higher and higher. Then gently, she floated downward, once more entering reality.

"Tried to rape you?" She heard Barry's voice through the mists of her ecstasy. Sleepily she opened her eyes to find her husband-to-be standing over them.

Chance laughed. "Thought they'd give me a sample of what we gave Tanya -- two on one."

"Sounds interesting," Barry chuckled. "Wish you had been the one who had to get the petroleum jelly off his prick."

She felt her brother rolling her off his chest, his prick sliding from the quivering interior of her quim. She glanced up to see him scurrying over to Tanya who was still lying on her back on the floor. Chance's cock was long and hard. He hadn't come within her.

He had saved himself for his wife. A fact he made all too obvious by mounting Tanya's supine body and shafting his cock into her cunt. Her brother had another woman now...

"Hi, remember me?" Barry's voice came from beside her... but she had another man. She turned her head and found her husband-to-be kneeling at her side. Above her face throbbed the jutting lance of his cock. It looked so hard and needy. The wafting aroma of soap tickled her nostrils. She remembered him saying he had gone to the bathroom to wash away the petroleum jelly needed to penetrate Tanya's ass.

"Lovely," she murmured. "You have the loveliest cock, my sweet."

Barry chuckled.

"It looks so lonely," she said. "Like it needs a warm wet kiss."

She lifted her head. In a wet, pink flick, her tongue unfurled and washed over the knobby crown of his sex. The stiff pole jerked and wagged in the air. Her man moaned appreciatively.

Leaning closer, she opened her mouth wide, wider. Her lips pouted over his glans and inched down along the thick stalk. Inward, he filled the lining of her cheeks, then slid toward the back of her mouth, gliding into her throat. He was so big, so fat; her jaws felt as though they would crack under the ponderous mass of his dick. But they didn't, and she knew she could take him. In the past month with this magnificent man, she had proven that to her, and his, satisfaction time and time again.

Sucking with all her might, she pulled up the pulsing shaft of his sex. He groaned, welling droplets of preseminal fluids oozing from the tip of his cock and mingling in her mouth. It was the taste of a man, a flavor she could never get enough of.

Down again, the tight ring of her lips crept along the meaty rail of his cock. She savored the virile, pulsing strength of him. She reveled in the thick, hard power contained in that swollen tube of flesh. Her well-fucked quim swirled with new arousal. Tanya was right. A woman is an insatiable sexual being. Unlike a man, she has the capacity to experience climax, after climax, after climax. The only thing that limited her was the staying power of a man's cock. But when a girl had two willing studs, the opportunities for non-stop sex were limitless. Add a sister-in-law who shared a taste for woman-to-woman sex, and it became a matter of sheer physical endurance.

"God, I love the feel of your mouth," the red-haired man moaned softly above her. "I love you, Cari -- everything about you."

She knew that, but she liked to hear him say it. She showed him, by cradling his hairy ball bag in the coolness of one of her hands. The weighty rocks within were scurrying around in excited arousal.

Abruptly a blast of hot come jetted into her mouth. She was surprised, but eagerly drank down his thick fountains of semen. Apparently Barry had been watching the three of them. The scene had left him as aroused as watching Chance and him fuck Tanya had left Cari.

Spurt after hot spurt gushed from his throbbing rod. She welcomed each, swallowing them down into her belly. She sucked at him, milking every last creamy drop of his seed from his shaft before easing her hungry lips from his sex.

Weak and shaking, he lost his balance, tumbling back against the sofa, half-sitting and half-lying. He moaned and trembled, unable to do anything except give her a weak smile.

Glancing around, she found Tanya stretched out on her back, legs still wide from the poling Chance had given her. However, the blonde's brother was nowhere in sight. She looked back at the black-haired woman. White, oozing drops of her brother's release welled from her quim, a release he had denied her -- or at least he had. Now she had a means of taking his seed, indirectly, that was.

On hands and knees, she crawled over to her sister-in-law. The woman looked up and smiled weakly. "God, I've never felt like this before! There's only four of us. I wonder what a full-fledged orgy would be like."

"It hasn't finished here yet," Cari said, grinning down at the lovely woman. "Our men aren't through... nor am I."

With that she ducked her head between the white thighs of her feminine lover and eagerly started licking at her pubis. The mixture of Tanya's womanly juices and her brother's sperm was incredibly arousing, much more so than either separately.

She wished that Tanya would swing around and return the favor, but she knew the woman was too exhausted at the moment to do anything but lie back and enjoy the intimate flourishes of her tongue.

"Never stop, do you?" she heard Chance ask from her back side.

Before she could turn, he gripped her jutting ass, holding the ovals of her hind cheeks. "Neither do I!"

"Mummfph!" she sputtered, her moan muffled by the moist lips of Tanya's pussy. The engorged head of her brother's cock was now nestled against the uptilted slit of her own cunt.

Hard and deep, his shaft entered her body in one quick onslaught. She sputtered again, but relished the filling presence of his prick.

"Nice and tight," he said, "... but I was wondering how you'd feel about having this delightful little ass of yours fucked."

She wanted to say "fantastic", but he kept her head wedged between Tanya's thighs, making sure she finished the task she had started.

"That's what I thought," he said with a chuckle. "Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do."

Slowly he withdrew the pulsing length of his prick from her wanton quim. Spreading her ass cheeks, he pressed his glans to her anus. There was no need for petroleum jelly; he now was coated in a glistening sheath of her womanly fluids, a natural lubricant made especially for a man's rod.

Relaxing, she accepted him into the tight, round hole of her rectum. Thick and hard, he glided into the sheath of her body, skewering up her back. She moaned, feeling his hands pull her from Tanya, and roll her to her side on the floor.

"And now, my little sister, we're going to give you a sampling of what we gave my wife," Chance said in a lusty whisper. "You're going to see what it feels like to service two men."

Barry was there, lying on his side in front of her. His hands were on her thighs, spreading them. Then there was the filling rush of his cock, the squeezing hands on her tits. Two men, she was taking two men! She gave herself to them in complete surrender.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

An eternity seemed to pass before Cari descended from the clouds of ecstasy her two lovers had taken her to. As Tanya had said earlier, it was an indescribable experience.

Finding the strength in her weak arms, she shakily pushed up to a sitting position. Barry and Chance were still on their backs. They smiled up at her. However, Tanya was no longer in the room.

As Cari glanced around, the black-haired woman came pushing through the kitchen door. In her hands was a replenished tray, complete with wine, cheese, and crackers. "I thought you three might need a bit more wine."

She placed the tray on the floor and sat down beside it, handing Cari a glass. "I know you need it. Take a slow sip. It'll help you pull yourself back together."

Nodding, Cari accepted the wine and sipped. It did help. She took a deeper drink, while Chance and Barry managed to rise to a sitting position.

"This will help you two also," Tanya grinned as she handed each of the men a glass.

Chance smiled at his wife and scooted to her side, embracing her with a quick hug around the waist. "You know what we've got here?" He looked at his sister and her future husband. "We've got a family."

"A loving family," Tanya added.

"At least the start of one," Cari said. "To think I was afraid Barry and Tanya would learn about Chance and me. Do you know I tried to convince Barry not to come here?"

They laughed, but there was a note of seriousness in their voices.

"I was afraid to give Cari the hug and kiss she deserved this morning," Chance said.

"I don't think any of us were expecting what happened here today," Barry said. "And I guess it's not important how it happened, but that it did happen."

"Think what we'd be missing if it didn't," Tanya said, giving Barry a very intimate glance. "I bet Chance and Cari would have spent the rest of their lives avoiding each other, if Barry hadn't arranged this weekend."

"Yeah, lover boy, it's all your fault that you found me out," Cari said, giving Barry a playful jab in the ribs. "Now you know what a wicked woman you're marrying."

"Knew that already," he answered with a loving pat to her ass. "Why do you think I'm marrying you?"

"You're terrible, Barry!" she answered with a little harder jab. "Next thing you'll be saying is that our whole relationship has been nothing but sex."

"No, but it's a nice base to build on," Barry said.

"Romantic, isn't it?" Tanya said snuggling against her husband. "They both have better sense than I did. To think we could have been living together while we waited for our wedding day to roll around."

"I think I suggested that a couple or a thousand times," Chance said, giving her another hug. "I believe I was outvoted as to you and your virginity."

"Live and learn," she said with a shrug. "Sorry you waited?"

"No, ma'am," Chance answered. "I'd just hate to go through those three months again."

"Wait a minute, you don't have your eye on another girl you haven't told me about, do you?" Tanya said, looking up at him.

"Not at the moment, two women are enough for me," he laughed.

"I'll second that motion," Barry added. "Especially when those two happen to be two beautiful young ladies who just happen to be in this room."

"Ladies?" Cari and Tanya piped together. Then Cari said, "I think Barry needs to experience the lustful rage of two feminine rapists I know."

"Agreed," Tanya said. "But let me finish this wine and catch my breath first. It's been one of those overpowering days."

"I think we should make this a regular happening," Chance suggested.

"Not too regular. I don't think Tanya and I could take this on a daily basis. You're both quite exhausting men," Cari said. "How's about every other day?"

That brought them all to laughter, which took several minutes to subside.

"Chance is right," Barry said. "I think we are a family and we should get together on a regular basis. I don't think it would be good to live together. After all, we're both still couples who love each other. But I think there is something between the four of us."

"Right, everybody needs privacy," Tanya said. "But I don't like the idea of structuring our get-togethers. I think we should just let them happen."

"Still like the idea of Barry sneaking into the house and making like the rapist, huh?" Chance said with a squeeze to his wife's waist.

"Yes, yes I do," Tanya said, giving Barry an inviting stare. "And if he doesn't do it in the next week, I'm going to be terribly disappointed."

"One rape at a time of my choosing coming up next week," Barry nodded. "My pleasure madam."

"I know what Tanya means," Cari said. "We might just want to be with one another either together or separately, whenever. I think that sounds good."

Both the men nodded their agreement.

"However, you two are still invited to our house for dinner, say, next Friday," Tanya said. "And we won't take any excuses this time."

"Yes, ma'am," Barry said snapping to attention.

"Personally, I think we've been talking too much," Cari said with a wink to Tanya. "I think it's time the sexy sisters did their thing again."

Tanya winked back. A moment later, Barry found himself flat on his back beneath two very alluring and willing women. It was a nice family to be marrying into.

THE END