Horny sisters
The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate traders.
Sharon Wagner is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
A fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
His hands stroked her tits gently. She quivered with excitement, and moisture oozed from the puffy gash of her cunt. She writhed against the sheets and moaned. "Steve... Steve... ooh, darling!" She saw her husband's rigid prick and reached out to touch it just as her dream dissolved into the sunny brilliance of the Oregon morning.
She was alone.
Sharon Wagner sat up in bed, and the covers fell away from her vibrant young body. Her boobs pressed voluptuously against the pink fabric of her nightgown, the rigid points of her nipples showing through.
She looked down at the mounds, which ached slightly as a result of the tantalizing dream, and placed her hands around them. As she fondled the pliant jugs slowly, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The long sweep of her reddish blonde hair shimmered in the morning light as her head moved from side to side.
She felt a faint warmth in her cunt.
It was sinful, she thought, to miss her husband's screwing as much as she did. She had told herself she should concentrate on the fine qualities of his character and the tender affection he held for her, and she was able to do this when she was awake. But when she slept, a more sensual part of her nature asserted itself and she dreamed she was in her husband's arms, submitting to his strong sexual drive. Her dreams always ended before Steve's rigid cock made contact with her box, leaving her intensely frustrated and lonely.
She got out of bed and entered the bathroom of her small apartment. She stood in front of the mirror, pulled off her shortie nightgown, and slipped out of the matching bikini pants. She stared into the mirror at her body and thought how badly in need of sex she was.
Though Sharon was twenty-two years old, her figure remained as youthful-looking as when she was seventeen. Her innocent, babyish face reinforced the juvenile image. Had she visited a high school, she could have mingled with the students without attracting any special attention besides that which her exceptional beauty always commanded.
She drew a hand lightly across the tips of her boobs, causing the full mounds to vibrate. Her hand continued downward to stroke her gently curved tummy. Her slender fingers glided through the reddish-blonde tendrils that adorned her cunt mound and touched the top of her slit.
She shivered.
God, I've got to stop this! she thought. It's sinful to carry on this way.
She turned and presented her lovely butt to the mirror as she bent and started running water in the tub. When the tub was full, she stepped into it and settled down. She washed herself slowly. There was no reason to rush. She had no place to go and, with Steve away, no one to care for.
She wished for the thousandth time that he would give up his survey job in the Alaskan interior and find something to do where she could be with him, even if it didn't pay as well. They could wait a little longer to buy and furnish the home they both wanted, she thought. After less than a year of marriage, it wasn't right that they should be separated.
If Steve had let her take a job, the separation would have been a bit more tolerable -- at least she would have been kept busy. Also, her earnings would have helped them reach their goal sooner. But he was the sort of man who took great pride in his position as head of the household, and he wanted to feel that he was supporting her. He also had expressed some jealousy at the idea of letting her work in an office or store where other men would constantly be making plays for her.
"You're my wife, and your place is at home," he had told her sternly.
She was happy about his possessive and dominant attitude. But it was difficult just sitting around doing nothing while he was gone.
When she had finished bathing, she dried herself and strode naked into the bedroom. She selected a pair of pink nylon panties from a dresser drawer and put them on. She took out matching bra and laid it on the bed. Then she sat in front of her dressing-table mirror and began brushing her hair and applying her make-up.
She always wore her hair straight and long, because Steve liked it that way. Since he didn't like her to use much make-up, she applied it sparingly even when he was away. She had no thought of attracting anyone else. Steve was the only man she wanted -- or would ever want, she believed.
As she stood up and turned to pick up her brassiere, her tits bobbed springily.
Bzzzzz!
The sound of the door buzzer gave her a start. It's probably just a salesman, she thought, but it could be something more important -- maybe a special-delivery letter from Steve. She quickly grabbed a dress from the closet, slithered it over her body, and zipped it up as she moved hurriedly through the apartment, her full tits bouncing beneath the thin cloth.
Bzzzzz!
"Just a minute!" she called as she neared the door.
When she opened it, she received a happy surprise. Her younger brother stood there, grinning.
"Todd!" she squealed as she rushed into his arms. Her boobs flattened against his firm chest and her nipples pressed into him.
He put his arms around her tightly and rocked her back and forth. He continued to hold her even after she attempted to draw away. Laughing, he slid a hand down her back and patted her ass through her thin green dress and panties. Her plump butt bobbed resiliently against his hand.
Todd's prick tensed.
Leaving his suitcase outside, he swept his sister up in his arms and carried her across the living room.
"Todd, you devil!" she exclaimed, laughing. "For goodness sake, put me down!"
He bent and dropped her onto the sofa, causing her skirt to slip up and expose the lusciously tapered columns of her thighs.
She quickly pushed her skirt down. "Todd, what in the world are you doing here?"
"That's a long story," the blond, good-looking youth replied as he straightened up and looked at her. "Hey, you look great, baby!"
"Well, thanks. You look pretty good yourself. But how come you're not at college? The spring term isn't over yet, is it?"
"It is for me, I'm afraid. I, uh, got into a little trouble."
He turned and walked to the door to get his suitcase.
Sharon followed him. "What kind of trouble?"
He re-entered the apartment, carrying his bag, and closed the door behind him. "Hey, where's Steve? Is he still up there with the Eskimos?"
"Yes," she said with a sigh. "He's been gone four months now. He's got one more month before his first leave."
"That makes it kinda rough for you, I guess." Todd's blue eyes glinted oddly.
She looked away. "It's difficult for both of us."
"Well, you've got somebody to keep you company now. You don't mind if I stay here, do you, Sis?"
This gave her a little shock. She looked at her brother gravely. "Well, there's... only one bedroom and..."
"So I'll sleep on the sofa," he said with a grin. "Hey, it's sure great to see you!"
He swept her into his arms again, and his firm lips pressed hers, forcing them apart. He kissed her with more than brotherly warmth.
Sharon responded in a way that first surprised, and then shamed her. This was the first kiss she'd had in months, and she trembled as if it were Steve's mouth which was pressed to hers. As the significance of her sensual response occurred to her, she began to fight Todd, trying to push him away. But he didn't release her until he was ready then stood grinning as if he were extremely pleases with himself.
She attempted to regain her composure.
"Wh-What happened at school?" she asked. "You didn't tell me."
"Oh, that. Well, you know me, baby. I've always had an eye for chicks." He shrugged. "So I got one into trouble."
"Oh, Todd! No!"
"That isn't the worst of it. She was the dean's daughter."
Sharon gasped and put her hand to her mouth.
"The bitch had it coming," he said coldly. "Any girl who's too dumb to take the Pill deserves what she gets."
Sharon began to realize that her brother had changed during the seven or eight months since she had last seen him. Whether this was a result of going away to college or of his having reached the exalted age of nineteen, she didn't know. He had always been wild -- getting into one scrape after another -- but she didn't remember him ever being so callous about it. Of course, he was on his own now, away from home and parents, and she supposed that made quite a difference to a young man.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked. "Or how about breakfast? I haven't eaten yet."
"You stay in the sack pretty late, don't you?" His eyes twinkled strangely again.
"I did this morning," she replied with a blush. "I overslept." She had the uneasy feeling that he could tell by looking at her that she had been dreaming of Steve.
"Well, I've already eaten. But if you've got a beer in the refrigerator."
"Sorry, I haven't."
"You mean you don't drink when Steve's away?"
"Steve and I don't drink at all," she said primly. "Shit!" her brother said and laughed. She turned red. "Todd, shame on you! Don't talk like that."
"Oh, Sis, you're too much. You really are." She turned and walked into the small kitchen, and Todd followed her. "You can pour me some coffee if you want to."
"I'll have to make it first. I was just getting dressed when you arrived."
"Then that explains it."
"Explains what?" she asked as she removed the lid from the percolator.
"Why you aren't wearing a bra. You must've been naked when the buzzer rang."
Warmth came to her cheeks again. "How can you tell I'm not wearing a bra?" she asked as she spooned coffee into the basket.
"I could feel your nipples. And the way your tits spread against me -- wow!"
She whirled around, her cheeks flushed. "Todd, I want you to stop using those obscene words!"
He blinked. "'Tits' isn't obscene. It's in the dictionary."
"Well, don't say it!"
As she turned away from him to put the percolator together, he remarked, "I don't remember you being so prudish."
"And I don't remember you being so, so..."
"Vulgar?"
"Yes. Vulgar."
He let his eyes sweep down her back to the full mounds of her ass. He inquired, "Doesn't Steve ever use words like that?"
"Of course not! At least, not to me."
"How do you talk when you're in bed? Do you say, 'Put your penis into my vagina, darling'?" He laughed.
She plugged in the percolator with an angry flourish. Her cheeks continued to glow. "Todd, I don't want to discuss sex with you. It isn't decent for brothers and sisters to talk about those things."
"Okay. Don't get ticked off."
"Just what are your plans?" she asked coolly, though her cheeks still felt warm.
"My plans? You mean, about school?"
She got down a box of dry cereal and a bowl. "That, and where you're going to live."
"I want to stay here in Portland. As for school, I don't dare go back. I'm just screwed, I guess, unless I can get into another college."
She frowned over his use of "screwed", but she supposed it fell into the category of common slang. Anyway, she thought, his problem was her main concern at the moment.
"Have you told Mother and Dad about your trouble?"
"You gotta be kidding."
"So they think you're still in school, huh?"
"I suppose."
"Isn't the dean likely to get in touch with them?" she asked as she stepped to the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk.
"Maybe. That's why I have to hide out for a while, until the stink blows over."
"But, Todd, you'll have to tell Mom and Dad where you are. They'll worry."
"Quit bugging me, will you?" he demanded sharply. Then he flashed her a quick grin, and his tone softened. "Things are bad enough without my big sister giving me hell besides."
"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice.
She proceeded to eat her breakfast. As soon as the coffee was ready, she poured it for Todd and herself.
They talked about old times in Klamath Falls and about Steve, whom Todd liked. But there was an undercurrent that troubled Sharon. Her brother seemed different, and the way he acted toward her made her nervous. He kept watching her with that strange glint in his eyes. This was the first time they had been alone together since she was married, and she felt uneasy.
After she had finished eating, they walked into the living room.
"This is a nice place," he said. "You and I can get along great here."
She looked directly at him and spoke in a serious tone. "Todd, I'd like to have you stay here. You know that. But don't you think you'd be more comfortable somewhere else, where you can have more... freedom?"
He grinned. "I figure I can have all the freedom I want right here. Anyway, I don't have any bread."
"I could help you out until you get a job."
"Hell, I don't want to take a job, Shari. I'm hoping to get into another college. If I can make it, I'll only be here until then -- maybe a couple of weeks."
Sharon swallowed hard.
"Come on." He stepped over and drew her into a loose embrace. "You know you'd like to have me around."
He moved his hand slowly up and down her arm, and the caress made her skin tingle. He was big and handsome, not at all like the roughneck little boy she remembered. She began to get a giddy feeling as she stood close to him.
What's the matter with you? an inner voice demanded. He's your brother!
Panic seized her, and she pushed him away. He narrowed his eyes and studied her reaction, a grin playing along his firm, handsome lips.
"You're gonna let me stay, Shari. You want me to stay. I'll be good company."
"But, Todd..."
"No arguments now, or I'll take you across my knee and give you a spanking. I'm not your baby brother any more. I've grown up."
That certainly was true, she realized, and it accounted for the strange way she felt about having him there. But he was still her brother, whether a baby or a man, and she assured herself that there was no reason to feel uneasy in his presence. She believed she wouldn't have had such a crazy sensation if it weren't for the fact she was starved for Steve's cock.
"All right, Todd. You can stay."
He grinned broadly. "That's the girl! Hey, do you mind if I go in and take shower? I rode up here in the back of a truck."
"Go ahead," she told him. "Grab a towel from the closet." She pointed.
He gave her a wink and followed her instructions.
As she listened to the sound of the shower, she moved about the apartment, putting things in order. It would be good to have company, she decided. She didn't know anyone in Portland except for a couple of the other tenants in the apartment house, and she wasn't really close to them. She and Todd had grown up together, and they were of the same flesh and blood.
How silly of me, she thought, to be afraid of having him here! Oh, Steve, you'd better get back soon or I'm going to be a candidate for the loony bin.
The shower stopped running. She was dusting the TV set whim she heard the bathroom door open. She glanced up.
Todd entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. A few drops of water glistened on his manly chest. Again she felt a strange sensation as she looked at him.
"I forgot to get some clean clothes from my bag," he explained as he picked up the suitcase.
She watched him carry it to the sofa. As he put it down, it rubbed against his body, and the towel came undone. It dropped to the floor.
Sharon's eyes widened as she stared at her brother's nude body. She had a side view of his hose-like prick dangling in front of his pendulous balls. His cock was every bit as large as Steve's, perhaps larger.
Crimson suffused Sharon's cheeks, and she averted her eyes, her heart thumping.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Todd said with a laugh as he bent to pick up the towel.
He glanced at his sister and, though she was partially turned the other way, he could see the redness of her cheeks. Holding the towel around him, he walked over to her.
"You really dug that, didn't you?" he asked in an intimate tone.
"I did not!" she maintained vehemently, still facing away from him. "Now will you please take your clothes and go into the bedroom?"
Her body was filled with a mad emotion that she couldn't control. She suddenly felt very hot between her legs. Her nipples pricked up hard against the fabric of her dress.
Todd placed his hand on her back and quickly slid it down to caress her rounded butt. The feel of her, and the thought of what he wanted to do, sent blood rushing into his cock, congesting its tissues and causing the virile tool to lift. It pushed the towel forward.
Sharon twisted her body and attempted to slap his hand away. But he grabbed her around the butt with one hand and held her shoulder with the other. As he turned her into his embrace, the towel fell to the floor for the second time, and his hot prick stuck nakedly upward between their bellies.
Sharon's senses reeled as she felt the warm, rigid dick pulsating against her. She looked down and saw the head of his prick, which was rosy with desire. She kept thinking, This is your brother -- little Todd! But her feelings were anything but sisterly toward him at the moment, and this fact aroused a rush of guilt which mingled with her desire.
The guilt became her dominant emotion, and she fought him.
"Todd, what's the matter with you?" she demanded as she struggled against his encircling arms. "We can't do this!"
"Sure we can, baby," he said. "You want to, I want to, and were grown up -- so why shouldn't we?"
She was amazed by his attitude. He didn't sound like her brother at all. She was even more amazed by her own internal response, but she continued to struggle.
The matter had progressed too far for Todd to permit it to be stopped. Anyway, it was clear to him that she didn't want to stop it, regardless of what she said or did.
Since attaining manhood, he had come to view every young woman as a challenge. The fact that Sharon was his sister simply increased the challenge in this case. He vowed to bring her around, even if he had to use force to do it. He would make her admit she wanted him to fuck her, he thought, and that would give his ego a tremendous lift.
He swung her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She thrashed about, but this didn't force him to put her down; it merely caused her skirt to slip up to her waist, uncovering her pink panties. His cock pushed up against her thinly clad buttcheeks, and this gave added excitement to them both.
"Todd, stop it!" she cried. "Oooh, please!"
But he laughed and continued towards the bed. He dropped her onto the mattress and her skirt billowed waist-high.
He fell to his knees beside her, his big prick bobbing lasciviously. She couldn't help but thrill at the sight of how huge and hard his rod was. But her shock and shame at what was happening remained paramount.
She tried to assure herself that Todd was only teasing her, that he had no intention of actually fucking her. Such a thing between a brother and a sister seemed unthinkable to her.
He kept laughing as he wrestled her into submission, his heavy dong whacking her thighs and hips as she struggled. Finally, she realized it was useless to fight as long as he held her this way, and she went limp, whining and panting.
He looked around for something with which to tie and gag her. The pillowcases seemed the only choice within reach. He grabbed a pillow, pulled the case from it, and rolled it into a thick rope.
Sharon could have slid away from him then, if she had reacted quickly enough. But what he was doing with the pillowcase puzzled her, and she watched it. By the time he had revealed his intention, it was too late for her to get away.
She was shocked when he pressed the improvised gag into her mouth. Excitement hammered through him as he pulled the pillowcase tight around the back of his sister's head.
Now she knew that he wasn't teasing; he obviously intended to screw her, as unbelievable as it seemed.
A terrible humiliation came over her. She kicked and struck at him as she cried and mumbled against the gag. But his vastly superior strength enabled him to hold her in place while he stripped the case off the other pillow.
He turned his struggling sister onto her stomach, and held her legs together, folding them over her butt. He managed to gather her arms close to her ankles, and he looped the pillowcase around her ankles and wrists. But he didn't draw them together tightly enough to hurt her. Though she could continue to writhe, she couldn't roll over or work her way off the bed.
He straightened up onto his knees. He was breathing hard, and his eyes glinted as he grinned down at her.
"There you are, baby," he said in a tense, husky voice. "How do you like that, huh?"
He watched her asscheeks vibrate erotically in her filmy pants, and his cock jerked higher. The tool now was so choked with blood that the cockhead had assumed monstrous size and was very red.
Clear lubricant oozed out the small hole at its tip and washed down the side of the shaft.
"You'll like this before I'm through with you," he promised. "I'll make you really groove on it! You're gonna love old Todd like you never did before!" he laughed.
Sharon was gripped by such terrible fear and shame that she felt she was going to faint. But this mercy was denied her. She remained conscious and stared wide-eyed over her shoulder, focusing on her brother's awesome prick.
His rod twitched and exuded another thick drop of moisture as he placed his hand on the seat of her panties and wobbled her bouncy butt back and forth. His balls were drawn up tautly at the base of his upthrust, quivering shaft.
His method of tying her was only a temporary expedient. Now he climbed off the bed and walked to the bureau, his prick remaining high and hard. He opened the top drawer, which contained her stockings and undies. He took out two pairs of nylons and carried them back to the bed.
Sharon watched his every movement. She continually made sounds against the gag, but they were muffled and inarticulate. She was sick with dread.
Kneeling beside her once more, he removed the bond from her wrist and ankles, then twisted her onto her back. She made another attempt to get away, but her arms and legs were momentarily numb from having been held in a cramped position, and they refused to function effectively.
It was an easy matter for him to extend one of her arms to a head post and tie it with a stocking. It became even simpler to tie it with a stocking. It became even simpler to tie the other arm to the opposite head post.
The circulation had returned to her legs by now, and she kicked vigorously. But with her arms tied to the bedposts, her movements were restricted, and Todd was able to avoid her thrashing legs.
His hard-on clung on as he watched her panty-sheathed hips bob and twist. The leg bands had pulled up between her buttcheeks, baring the undercurves of the plump, white mounds. A few cunt hairs had escaped along the edges of her panty crotch. These glistening tendrils were the same reddish-blonde shade as the hair on her head.
Todd decided that the time had come to remove her panties. Grinning pleasurably at the thought of the fun he had in store, he subdued her flailing legs, grasped the top of her panties with both hands, and slowly pulled them down.
CHAPTER TWO
Todd's first glimpse of his sister's pussy made his erect prick jerk convulsively, and he feared for a moment that it would go off. But it didn't.
He pulled the panties off Sharon's feet and tossed them aside. He leaned against one of her legs, holding it immobile against the bed, while he grasped the other and tied a stocking around its ankle. He extended that stocking to a lower corner of the bed and looped it securely around the frame. He wrenched her other leg towards the opposite corner of the bed and tied it in the same manner. Now she was spread wide open to his lustful gaze.
Sharon was horrified. She had never felt so humiliated. But the realization that her cunt was utterly exposed to her brother's eyes, plus the sight of his stalwart prick, sticking up fiercely from below his belly, gave rise to an erotic excitement which she couldn't control. Moisture erupted from the inside of her cunt. Todd grinned as he watched it dribble along her partially unfurled pussylips.
He leaned closer and placed his thumbs against the puffy outer cuntlips which were covered by downy, golden-red curls. As he spread the tender lips open wide, all her juicy inner pinkness became exposed. He saw her cute clit sticking up, below it the tiny vent of her urethra, then the deepening recess of her cunt hole which was rosy and inviting. His cock ached to sink into her snatch.
But there were other things to do with her first, he thought, and other things to see.
He moved around beside her and worked a hand underneath her back so he could lower the zipper on her dress. She stared up at him, wide-eyed. She was making no sound now, and she wasn't moving. She felt utterly helpless.
Her sense of degradation was overwhelming. Even in her wildest dreams, she hadn't imagined herself in a position like this. And the fact that Todd was the one who was forcing it upon her still seemed impossible -- yet it was true.
Opening the zipper down the back of her dress permitted Todd to push the garment all the way up to her armpits, exposing her firm, shapely boobs. Her nipples stood like pink towers on small circular bases. Todd grinned as he brushed his hand across the rubbery nubs, causing her tits to quiver.
"Baby, you're really stacked!" he said.
She tried to speak against the gag, but it was useless. All she could do was moan.
Her gaze kept returning to his hard-on, which showed no sign of softening. In fact, the head seemed even huger, if that was possible, and was now completely covered by gleaming moisture.
He bent and snaked his tongue around one of her standing nipples. She shivered and tried to make herself believe that her response was due to revulsion. But she knew better. Excitement sizzled along her nerves. Her box was getting wetter by the minute, and the inner mouth of her cunt palpitated as it tried to stretch open wide.
Todd basketed her tits between his hands, shoving the satiny, resilient mounds together, and began to lick them all over. His restless tongue flogged the tingling nipples and slid wetly up and down the smooth, curved surfaces. After he had done this for a while, he clasped his warm, sucking lips around first one nipple, then the other, and drew at them for long, pleasurable moments, enhancing his own excitement as he built up Sharon's despite her wish not to respond.
Oooh, Steve. Steve! she thought. Why aren't you here with me?
She moaned another anguished but garbled protest against Todd's debasement of her, then let her eyes fall closed. His tongue was doing marvelous things to her tits as it glided back and forth, up and down, crossing and recrossing her hot, throbbing nipples. Again his lips clamped around one of the sensitive passion buds and sucked so delightfully that she was inundated by voluptuous sensations.
She writhed against the mattress, straining at her bonds. It was terribly humiliating to be spread out and tied, and to be treated as Todd was treating her, yet there was a perverse pleasure that flowed from it. Her cunt throbbed.
Todd kissed downward along her body. He licked at her smooth, quivering tummy as she wriggled. Then his hand passed over the tuft of hair on her cunt mound and dipped between her open thighs, stroking up and down on her soft, wet gash.
She tried desperately to blot out the thrills that cascaded through her. But it was no use -- she wanted and needed what Todd was doing. She wished he weren't the instrument, but he was young and handsome and male, and the effect was almost the same as Steve would have aroused if he were with her.
Todd's stroking of her wet, unfurled cuntlips caused his fingers to sink into the meaty softness. The inquisitive tip of his middle finger found the way which led deep into her body. Soon that finger was gliding smoothly in and out, fucking her hot, molten hole.
Oh, no! Sharon thought. No!
But her body throbbed wildly. It wanted to reach for a deeper, wider penetration. It was only by exerting the greatest possible effort that she managed to keep her hips from bobbing against her brother's lewd and incestuous finger strokes.
His own excitement had now reached a pitch that demanded gratification without further delay Sharon's eyes widened still more as she watched him scramble between her thighs. Her skin burned where his turgid prick slapped against her as he settled himself. She stared up at his face, which was so familiar yet seemed strange now.
No... no... no! she thought. God, no!
But there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Emitting a short, animalistic growl, Todd pushed his cock down and nosed its tip into his sister's passionately flaring cunt. She moaned against the gag and strained at her bonds. He mustn't do this! she thought. He mustn't!
But he proceeded to glide his thick and marvelously rigid rod into her hole until she had absorbed its entire length. He held the shaft deeply within her cunt for a few moments, and she stared up at him. The presence of his prick in her twat felt exactly like it did with Steve but it wasn't Steve's face that was looking down at her.
She jammed her eyes closed and tried to shut out the feel of her brother as she had blocked out the sight. But when he began to stroke his big, strong cock within her snatch -- pulling the tool back and thrusting it forward, up and down, out and in the magnificent pleasure of his fucking bombarded her brain, and she couldn't keep her own hips from moving.
Once the avalanche of her response had started, it continued of its own accord, building in force, until she was shrieking against the gag as her hot cunt drove up and down the slippery length of his shaft. The hair-covered lips of her twat ground themselves into the coarse tendrils at the base of his cock. His balls slapped rhythmically against her asshole.
"Steve... Steve... Steve..." she was saying into the gag, as she kept her eyes tightly closed in an effort to support the fantasy. But she knew this wasn't Steve who was fucking her. It was her brother. Her own brother!
He moved faster, grunting. The rapid pumping of his full, firm prick gave the nerve endings of her cunt and clitoris the complete measure of stimulation she had longed for ever since Steve had gone away. Though she kept trying to make her mind blank, her effort was foredoomed to failure, and she couldn't help surging toward a climax.
The release was magnificent -- as good as she had ever experienced with Steve. It actually seemed better, because she had gone without satisfaction for so long and her need had become so intense.
She vibrated and moaned.
But then, as a blissful, warm relaxation came over her, Todd came. She felt his hot cum strike at the entrance of her womb, and this gave rise to a fresh wave of shock and shame.
His semen! she thought that if it makes me pregnant?
My God! Oh, my God!
She began to move anxiously against him, as if to throw him off. But this, of course, was impossible, since she was tied hand and foot. Her eyes blazed wildly. She made anguished sounds against the gag.
Todd grinned and backed off her.
"Hey, that was all right!" he said. "You were great. Steve's a lucky guy."
She kept trying to speak, but he couldn't make out any of the words.
"I'll take the gag off," he offered, "if you'll promise not to yell."
She nodded quickly.
He reached around to the back of her head as she raised herself from the pillow. He unknotted the gag and tossed it to the floor.
"Ooh, Todd... Todd!" she moaned, tears coming to her eyes now. "That was awful! Oh, it was a terrible thing to do! What if I get pregnant?"
He grinned. "Then old Steve will have himself a baby. But you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"
"Let me up," she pleaded earnestly. "I've got to take a douche. If I do it right away, maybe I'll be safe."
"You won't try to run out, will you?"
"No, of course not! Just let me go to the bathroom."
He decided it was a good idea for her to take the douche. A baby would complicate things, he thought, particularly since it would be the product of incest and might therefore be abnormal. He presumed that she had a supply of the Pill, which she had been taking while Steve was at home, and he made a mental note to tell her to get back on them. But he didn't want to open that discussion just now; time was important if they were going to forestall the threat of pregnancy.
Immediately he proceeded to untie her, and she got shakily to her feet. Her dress fell back, covering her. Her brain was reeling, and her legs would hardly support he, at first, but she managed to make it to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and readied the douche as quickly as she could.
She felt a sickening sense of guilt, because she believed she had done something unspeakably evil.
She had not only been untrue to Steve, but she'd fucked with her own brother. If she hadn't climaxed, she might have avoided most of the blame, in her own mind, on the ground that Todd had bound her and had forced her to accept his cock. But her physical enjoyment of the act had closed this moral escape hatch, and she had to face the full brunt of shame.
When she returned to the bedroom, he was stretched out on the bed, still naked. She didn't look at him at first. But she felt his eyes following her as she moved about, picking up her panties and the pillowcases he had used to bind and gag her.
"You dug it," he said. "Tell me you dug it."
"I thought it was terrible," she responded, "and I'll always hate you for doing it to me."
"Listen to her," he scoffed. "The little hypocrite! Well, I've got lots of time, Shari, and we're going to be together day and night. You'll admit the truth be fore long."
Finally she faced him. "I want you to get out of here," she said. "And the way I feel right now, I never want to see you again."
"Ha-ha," he said, smirking.
Her eyes swept down his nude, handsome form. She couldn't seem to keep her gaze from returning to his crotch. Now his prick was soft, and it seemed harmless, but she recalled how it had felt inside her cunt, and she shuddered, turning away.
"You've got some pills, haven't you?" he asked.
"What?"
"Some pills. Contraceptives. Have you got any?"
"Start taking them. Take one right now."
"I will not!" Her eyes blazed with defiance.
"Baby, you're pissing me off," he warned.
"Don't call me baby! And stop using those horrid words."
"Looks like I'm going to have to tie you up again."
"I won't let you," she declared, tensing herself and watching him warily. "I'll run."
"You'll have to run mighty fast."
She decided that he had gone mad. To her, there was no other explanation for his completely amoral attitude. It seemed clear that she would have to escape right away, if she was going to do it. She would have to run out of the apartment with nothing but the dress on her back. One of her friends in the building would give her refuge, she believed, and from their apartment she would be able to call the police.
But if she were to do that, the whole story would come out. Her parents would hear about it. Steve would find out, too. Oh God! she thought.
As Todd got off the bed, she backed up slowly, her eyes on him every second. She didn't know which would be worse to let him catch her again and fuck her like he had before, or call the police and create a sandal. It was a difficult decision, and she hesitated for a few seconds.
That slight delay took the decision out of her hands, for Todd lunged and caught her. He spun her around and tossed her onto the bed once more. Whimpering urgently, she tried to scramble away, but he was on her, holding her down and swinging astride her.
"Don't yell," he warned quickly, "or there'll be a bad scene. Think about it. You don't want people to come in here now."
It was true. She didn't want that. She realized at least that the scandal would be even worse than what was happening. But to think that her brother -- her own brother -- was treating her this way. That was almost too terrible for her mind to accept.
She stared fearfully at his crotch as he sat obscenely atop her. His prick curved forward, not hard but not completely soft, either. The hoselike, nozzled tool bore some drying traces of his sexual moisture and her own. The scent was strong in her nostrils, and it made her head light.
"I've got to get you over your high and mighty attitude, sister dear," he said. "You were always that way with me it home. You always knew best, and you bossed me around. Well, I'm the boss now, and I'm going to make you like it. The reason I can do that is because I've got what you need."
He took hold of his cock and waggled it lewdly.
She closed her eyes. "Ooh, no! Noooh! Nooooh!"
She felt him move, and she opened her eyes. She was shocked to see his crotch approaching her face, his prick shaking and bobbing, his balls quivering as they hung down. He shifted his knees to the outer sides of her arms, which placed her in complete submission. His sexual scent grew stronger. It's suffocating! she thought.
She turned her head away and tried to shut out the smell. But that was impossible. It seemed to permeate her being.
He laughed as he settled astride her neck, his cock and balls hanging above her chin.
Sharon had never engaged in oral sex with her husband. Steve had never suggested it to her, and she had never given it a serious thought. She had heard about cocksucking and cunt-lapping, of course, but had considered these practices perverted and filthy. Nice people simply didn't do that, she believed.
But now, suddenly, it seemed that Todd -- her brother -- was going to force such a practice upon her. This would be even worse than what he had done to her a little while ago. It would make her deathly ill, she believed.
"No... no... no!" she said, turning her head from side to side.
"What's the matter, Shari?" he asked with a chuckle. "Haven't you ever sucked a cock before?"
"Oooh, God!" she moaned.
"You mean you've never taken Steve's big old pecker into your mouth?"
Make him stop it! she prayed. And make him stop using those awful words! Let him treat me the way he used to, when we were living at home.
But it was clear that he resented the relationship they used to have and would never return to it. He was a different person now, she thought. A horrible person -- and he expected her to treat him in a different and shocking way.
She knew it would do no good to appeal to him as her brother. There was no hope for her at all. She would have to submit to his lascivious demands, even if this ruined her, even if it made her ill.
Oh, Todd... Todd, she thought. How can you treat me like this?
He lowered himself slightly, bringing his balls to rest against her chin. His prick dangled close to her nose.
"You've got to make my cock hard, baby," he said in a tense voice, "so I can screw you again. You know you want that."
No no no she kept thinking.
"Come on, Shari," he added as he grasped his prick and rubbed the tip across her nostrils. "Take this nice old cock in your mouth."
She knew the terribly degrading moment had come.
CHAPTER THREE
Sharon didn't give in immediately to her brother's lewd demand. She flopped her head from side to side, making his cock and balls bounce against her nose and chin and cheeks. She kept her mouth firmly closed, her lips turned inward, and tried not to breathe. But she couldn't keep up this resistance for long and finally was forced to take a deep, dizzying breath of his sexual fragrance. In reality this was partially her own, since his prick still bore traces of her cunt juice as well as his sperm.
The giddy sensation reached all the way to her toes, and she couldn't help opening her mouth slightly to let out a ragged moan. Todd took quick advantage of the opportunity and worked the tip of his cock between her soft lips. However, her teeth prevented its further progress.
Her eyes popped open and she stared up at him. He gripped the sides of her head to hold her in position. As he grinned down, his blond hair falling partially in front of his youthful face, he shifted his hips slightly, causing his dick to waggle sideways between her lips.
For the first time in her life, she had the taste of cock. The flavor was strange and somewhat salty. Her stomach churned, but surprisingly enough sire didn't retch. Instead, she felt her saliva begin to flow.
She kept breathing in the scent of masculine sex, and the combined smell and taste gave rise to a peculiar desire within her. The feel of Todd's spongy cockhead, moving laterally between her lips, was oddly exciting, though she had assumed it would repel her. She even allowed her jaws to part slightly and her tongue to venture forward to tickle the tip of his cock.
This contact so aroused the youth that he growled, gripped her head harder, and drove his prick straight between her lips until the coronal ridge passed through the soft encircling gate, forcing his entire cockhead into her mouth.
She continued to stare up at him, and her eyes assumed a strangely bemused quality. She tightened her lips around the shaft of his prick and gave a little suck. From this, she derived a stronger burst of flavor. But there was more to the sucking than that. She also derived a psychological satisfaction which she couldn't understand but which was undeniably real.
Her brain began to spin lightly. There was a subtle buzzing in her ears. As Todd smiled, restraining his motions, happy to let her accustom herself in her own way to the pleasure of giving head, Sharon was surprised to find herself licking at the glans while she resumed sucking on the smooth knob.
Then something even more exciting began to happen to her as Todd's bulb swelled, becoming less resilient. The cockhead expanded quickly to all but fill her mouth, and the shaft behind it stiffened so that he had to shift forward. He leaned against the head of the bed, and his cock projected straight downward between her jaws.
She went slightly cross-eyed as she looked at it, so she closed her eyes again. She concentrated on sucking and licking his dick.
Her conscious mind became a blank. This was what she had wanted since the shocking episode with Todd had first begun, and now mercifully it had happened of its own accord. Her moral sense blanked out at the same time, and her world seemed to be composed only of the sensations of taste, smell and touch -- sensations more, intensely stimulating than any she had experienced before.
Todd's cockhead was so huge it bunted against the roof of her mouth and crowded her tongue. But she still managed to move her tongue around it, licking the silken-smooth surface. His prick seemed to be exuding fluid, for she felt the need to swallow frequently and she couldn't believe she was generating all that moisture from her salivary glands. The flavor of his prick was no longer so strong, because she had washed it quite thoroughly by that time. However, enough of its natural taste and scent remained to provide considerable titillation. At the same time, there was another very male scent drifting to her from his balls.
"Hey, that's pretty great... baby," Todd said, breathing hard.
Suddenly he pulled back, removing his dick from her mouth with a pop. The long shaft sprang upright above her face, and she stared at it, rosy and gleaming with her saliva.
The spell was broken, and she thought of what an awful thing she had just done. It was doubly wicked, she believed, because she had done it with her own brother! She began to struggle, kicking and trying to wriggle from underneath Todd. She managed to raise her arms high enough to scratch him. However, he quickly settled down onto her chest, squashing her tits beneath his butt and hooking his legs around her arms to pin them in place.
He slapped her across the cheek, and she gasped.
"You'd better cut out the fighting," he said, "or you'll get it worse."
Tears came to her eyes, and she whined.
"I'm going to turn around now," he announced, "and take care of you while you're sucking me. But if you make any trouble, I'll stop and slap you. Understand?"
She didn't make a sound. Her large, wet eyes just stared up at him.
He turned and remounted her, facing her feet. This placed his hairy ass in full view of her. He backed up, until he was astride her face, then leaned forward onto his elbows. Horrified, she stared up into his crotch, where the hair was thick and his crack was parted to reveal the dark puckered dimple of his asshole.
She held her breath as he settled, plopping his balls against her nose. Looking back, he raised slightly, then grasped his prick and tilted it downward, pressing the cockhead to her lips.
"Suck it, baby," he commanded.
There really was nothing she could do but obey as he worked the bulbous dickhead between her lips once more and sank it fully into her mouth. His nuts settled down astride her nose. As he began to pump his hips in short, slow strokes, fucking her mouth with his wicked prick, his balls bounced lightly against her nose and closed eyelids.
Again she sank into an unthinking, amoral state which was dominated wholly by sensation. She sucked and licked at her brother's tasty cock, taking it all the way into the opening of her throat this time. She breathed in the slightly sweaty scent of his balls.
Todd bowed his head between her thighs, wrapping his arms around those firm, tapering columns, and touched his tongue to the humid, soft lips of her pussy. This sent a magnificent new sensation scorching through her, stimulating her to suck and lick his prick even more actively.
It was truly a multidimensional thrill that she felt. Todd's flickering tongue and browsing lips worked all over the folds of her gash and her erect, quivering clit while her lips guided avidly up and down his spit-slickened shaft. His cocktip surged into her mouth and throat as her tongue danced over the bulbous mass.
His licking of her pussy turned her on more intensely than Steve's limited foreplay ever had.
She became wildly excited. When Todd stopped and swung around to position himself between her legs, she didn't have to be forced to accept him this time.
With her eyes closed and her lips passionately parted, she lifted her hips to meet the impaling thrust of his stiff dong. He sank the long, hard tool deep within her hole, grunted with pleasure, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Now fuck me!" he commanded. "Really fuck me!"
She moved against him from the start, and the strokes of his prick in her rising and falling cunt brought intense pleasure to them both. She lifted her legs and crossed them at the small of his back, letting her heels ride his bobbing rump.
His cockhead stretched the walls of her cunt as it pumped up and down in the slick, clinging channel, touching bottom each time he thrust. His shaft pressed her clitoris, stroking it firmly. All her intimate nerve ends received the most exquisite stimulation, causing her to pant and moan with delight.
Again she surged to climax before he did, and she was baffled in wondrous warmth. All tension left her. As before, she didn't think about the risk of becoming pregnant, and he could have climaxed inside her cunt for the second time if he had so wished.
But he sat up and pulled out of her hole as soon as her climax had tapered off. He gave his red, wet prick several strokes by hand as it projected above her belly and she watched dazedly as his milk-white semen spurted forth to strike her tits and tummy. This was a new experience for her; she had never watched Steve's cock erupt.
Smiling at her, Todd wet his fingertips in the sperm, and placed them against her mouth. She let him smear the viscous fluid along her legs and between them. She tasted the slimy substance and found it surprisingly bland. It was something like the white of an egg.
"How do you feel now?" he asked, still smiling warmly.
"I... don't know."
"You'll figure it out," he said. "Next time I ask you to play, there won't be any argument."
"Oh no, Todd. We mustn't!"
He laughed and climbed off her.
He was very pleased with the progress he had made so far.
He remained in the apartment for the entire day, and he wouldn't allow her to go out. That was all right with Sharon, because she didn't feel like facing people, anyway. The shame of what she had done with her brother was like a weight around her neck. She wasn't able to shrug it off, because of the enjoyment she had derived. Though he had forced her to do those terrible things, she had to admit he had liked them.
She tried to avoid looking at Todd, and she spoke only when necessary. This made for a very strained atmosphere, but Todd didn't mind. He looked forward to that night and was confident that she would respond to him then.
Sharon tried not to think about what lay ahead she couldn't think about Steve, either. She went through the day feeling numb beneath her heavy load of guilt.
She prepared a dinner for Todd and herself, and afterwards they watched television. She kept her eyes trained on the screen and hardly said a thing. Todd continually glanced at her and smiled inwardly.
At a little after ten o'clock, he said, "Well, let's turn in."
"I'll get you a couple of blankets for the couch," she replied and stood up.
He rose and caught her arm as she passed him. "I'm not sleeping on the couch," he announced.
"Todd, please!" There was anguish in her eyes and voice.
"Quit being silly," he said with a grin, and drew her up against him.
Her full tits mashed against his chest, and her belly pressed his crotch. She felt an immediate surge of response. Oh, God, I'm so evil! she thought. But the self-condemnation didn't diminish her desire.
Todd pressed his lips to hers, and his eager tongue opened her mouth wide as it forced its way in. His tongue caressed the entire interior of her mouth, and his impudent hands caressed the globes of her bottom, rubbing and rolling them through her thin skirt and panties.
The heat rose within her, and her tongue began to flutter against his. After a while his tongue retreated back in to his own mouth and hers followed. He clamped his lips around the wet, quivering invader and sucked. This heightened his excitement and hers, as well. After he quit sucking her tongue and allowed it to withdraw, he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth and she did the sucking.
His cock rose against her belly, and he lifted her skirt at the back so that he could caress her plump ass. Only her silky panties separated her firm buttcheeks from his hands.
She writhed against him. She sucked his tongue harder. Moisture broke from inside her cunt, and she felt very warm indeed.
By the time he terminated the kiss, she was ready to fuck. He walked her into the bedroom. Her eyes were downcast, but her vibrant young body hummed with anticipation of the sinful delights which were in store.
He said, "I want you to undress in front of me. But I'll take off my clothes first."
She offered no argument, but stood compliantly next to the bed as he removed his shirt, shoes, socks, trousers and shorts. His prick had relaxed somewhat, but it still curved forward, ready to snap to rigid erection at the first stimulus.
He folded back the covers and lay down on the sheet.
"Now take your clothes off slowly," he directed. "And pose for me while you do it. Show off your pretty body."
She moved forward numbly and began to unbutton her blouse. She avoided looking directly at him. The blouse slid away, revealing a snugly packed white brassiere.
She unfastened her skirt and let it down. She wore no slip or stockings -- just her pink tailored briefs.
"Turn around," he instructed, and she did so.
He stared at the beauty of her ass, hugged by the shining panties. The thin nylon pulled tightly across her buttcheeks, and the faint shadow of her ass crack showed through.
"Take your bra off before you turn around," he said.
She reached behind her to unfasten the garment and allowed the straps to slide down her arms. She took the cups away from her full tits.
"Turn and pose for me," he instructed.
She felt shamed and embarrassed, but she was also sexually stimulated by the situation. There was a thrill about displaying herself brazenly to a man, even though that man was her brother. Perhaps the thrill was greater because he was her brother. She didn't know.
She turned slowly and showed him her bare tits.
He grinned, and she noticed that his cock was sticking straight up.
"Play with your jugs," he said lewdly. "Squeeze em and move 'em around."
The color was high in her cheeks, and her pulse pounded fiercely as she brought her hands up underneath her boobs, curling her fingers and thumbs around as much of the shapely flesh as she could hold. She squeezed the mounds gently and shifted them about. Her nipples grew stiffer and stuck out. They turned a deeper shade of pink.
"Bounce your tits on your hands," Todd said.
She closed her eyes and let her lips part moistly as she jiggled her titties up and down. Todd grasped his cock and stroked it slowly.
"Now take your pants off," he told her. "Turn the other way, and let me see your ass first."
She turned around. Her nerves tingled with excitement. The crotch band of her panties pressed moistly against her hot cunt.
She took hold of the elastic waist of her briefs and slowly let it down, turning the garment inside-out as it peeled away from her firm, shapely bottom. She bent slightly to draw the panties down her thighs, and her hair-covered cunt mound popped into view.
She stepped horn the panties and tossed them aside. She was sc worked up by now that she felt she was capable of doing anything without regret.
She turned to face Todd again.
"Spread your legs," he said.
She did so, and the fullness of her cuntlips became evident.
"Open your little box," he said, his voice turning husky. "Show it to me."
Trembling, she touched the lips of her pussy with her fingertips. She spread her puffy gash apart and exhibited the pink vestibule to him. Moisture dribbled along us meaty folds.
"Now come over here," he said.
She was ready. As she approached the bed, her nerves sang. Todd remained in the center of the mattress, and his limbs flung out so that he occupied the entire space. She stopped and stared down at him.
He grinned and pointed at his erect prick. "Suck my cock," he commanded.
She paused for only a moment, then climbed onto the bed, settling on her knees astride one of his legs. She bent forward, her, golden-red hair tumbling against his bare skin. Her hand encircled the base of his hard-on and pointed the big tool directly at her mouth.
He watched her lips part moistly as she approached the tip of his rod, then felt the incomparable thrill of having her warm mouth enclose his swollen cockhead. She began to suck and lick his palpitating prick.
To Sharon, it now seemed as if his manly shaft belonged in her mouth. She liked the feel of the slippery, round rod between her lips and the thick head forcing her jaws wide apart as it bunted her palate and forged into the opening of her throat. She liked the scent and taste of it. She enjoyed pumping her mouth up and down on the wicked dong.
She sucked his cock eagerly until he told her to stop.
"Now get on top of me," he ordered. "Ride me like a horse."
She swung astride him and fitted his gleaming wet cock into the flaring mouth of her cunt. The sensation was delicious as she slowly let herself down on him. His fat dick forged its way up her hole until its blunt end pressed her uterus.
He gave her some instructions about how to sit astride him and how to move. A passionate moan escaped her lips as he began to wind her cunt around his penetrating tool. She sat up straight, as he'd directed, and her hair hung down below her shoulders. Her boobs jiggled tautly as she rotated and bobbed her hips, her twat imparting a delightful massage to his upthrust, encircled pecker.
She stared down at her brother's flushed, smiling face. It still see med unthinkable that she was fucking him this way, enjoying it so intensely. But the truth was the truth. She closed her eyes, and this eased her torment while heightening the sensual pleasure of the forbidden fucking.
He raised his hands to her bobbing tits and let them quiver against his palms. Her nipples brushed him excitingly. He gave her titties a quick squeeze and slid his thumbs and forefingers out to her nipples. He pinched the rubbery protrusions and tugged at them, stretching her tits forward. Now he used her nipples as tiny handles to swing and jiggle her boobs.
She moaned again and swung her head, causing her long silken hair to whip about her shoulders.
Todd grasped her hands in his and let her lean against him as he drove his cock upward in a rapid tattoo. She caught a breath and whined sharply. She moved her lips rapidly against his.
Suddenly he stopped the frenzied action and folded his legs back beneath him. He sat up, pushing her back ward, and she fell over with him atop her. His prick had remained within her tightly clasping cunt, and now he resumed the furious fucking, driving his stiff rod into her snatch at a merry rate.
"Uh... uh... ooooh!" she said, and moved rapidly against him.
Her boobs shook and her mouth twisted passionately as he screwed her with everything he had. She climaxed, shaking and panting, her quivering ass suspended above the bed.
He barely managed to hold off his own climax.
Now he pulled out of her sopping hole and quickly scrambled forward, straddling her at the neck. His balls bounced against her chin, and his wet, wild-smelling prick stuck upward over her face.
He adjusted his position so that he could hover directly above her face, supporting himself on the headboard of the bed. Then he tilted his prick downward and pushed the slimy cockhead between her lips.
"Uuuunnnggh!" she said, taking his rod with a gulp.
He began to work his hips, and his slippery prick stroked up and down in the soft sucking circle of her pink lips. He fucked her mouth vigorously.
She breathed raggedly through her nose and gripped the cheeks of his ass. She squeezed his butt, her fingers pressing into the firm flesh, and she sucked wildly at his rapidly stroking cock.
She knew he was going to finish in her mouth this time, and she wanted him to do so, shocking as the idea seemed. At the moment she wasn't interested in ideas, or in morals. She wanted only to feel the magnificent gush of his jizz into her mouth and throat.
To hasten the moment, she sucked his shaft as strongly as she could, and her tongue lashed his huge, spongy glans as he pumped up and down in her mouth. Her brother's balls tumbled rhythmically against her chin, and she breathed in the raunchy scent of them. Lubricant seeped from his prick and mixed with her saliva, which she swallowed frequently.
Finally she felt his cock swell and quiver. She clamped her lips firmly around the stalk and bit into the spongy head with her teeth as she tongue-stroked the rounded end of the rod. She sucked fiercely.
She heard her brother groan, and suddenly her mouth was filled with his thick, warm sperm. The first gush nearly choked her, but she managed to gulp it down, her eyes watering. His cum kept spurting, and she continued to suck at his prick, because she wanted to empty the entire contents of his balls. Jet after jet of the slimy fluid flooded into her mouth. A small portion seeped out from around his stroking shaft, and it trickled down her chin. Watching his, Todd experienced a new ejaculatory spasm and wallowed in bliss as he pumped still more jism into his sister's sucking mouth.
She kept gulpng until she had swallowed all the cream he had. Only when his prick began to grow soft did she let the spongy head ooze out and flop away. Then she stuck out her tongue and swiped it over her chin as far as she could reach.
She gazed up at Todd, her eyes wide and a little glassy. "I love you," she said.
"Like a sister?"
"Like a lover," she told him.
He snuggled down beside her, and they kissed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon's confession that she was in love with Todd reduced her sense of guilt. Theirs was an incestuous relationship and therefore sinful, she still believed, but it seemed equally clear that the choice of a love object -- as opposed to a mere sex partner -- was beyond a person's conscious control.
She began taking the Pill.
In the days that followed, she concentrated on doing everything possible to make Todd happy. She suffered from guilt only when she read the loving letters which came from her husband, and when she had to sit down and answer them. She didn't mention that Todd was staying with her.
She and Todd fucked frequently. She also took great delight in sucking him off.
One evening they went to a movie and held hands all through the show. But she could hardly wait to get home so they could go to bed together and work off their passionate feelings with a vigorous thrusting of their hips as his strong cock stroked inside her horny twat.
She introduced Todd to her friends in the apartment house and felt a pang of jealousy when one of the young wives flirted with him. After they returned to her apartment, she warned him not to have anything to do with the woman.
"Now, wait a minute, baby," he said. "You've got your husband, so I'm entitled to have somebody else, too, if I feel like it."
That hurt her. But she couldn't renounce her love for Steve, even though she was in love with Todd. This created a new conflict in her mind: How did a woman manage to love two men at the same time and be true to herself, as well?
Todd began going out alone during the day, and sometimes in the evening. Sharon imagined he was fooling around with other girls, and she suffered from the same kind of jealousy she was accustomed to feeling when she thought about Steve in that remote Alaskan town where, according to his letters, women were offered for sale. He repeatedly had assured her that he was being true, but she couldn't help having an occasional doubt. As for Todd he had come right out and told her that he felt he was entitled to have another girl.
One night when he was getting ready to go out, she raised a fuss. "Why don't you ever take me with you?" she demanded.
He looked at her closely, and the odd glint which she hadn't noticed since he first began trying to make her returned to his eyes.
"Okay," he said. "Sure. You got a sexy dress?"
There was a skimpy light-blue shirt she had worn a few times when she went out with Steve. It was quite short and had a way of clinging to the tips of her tits and the cheeks of her ass. She had always felt a little embarrassed in it, but she believed she would enjoy wearing it on a date with Todd.
"Wait here," she said with a happy smile, and went into the bedroom.
After closing the door behind her, she took off the plain skirt and blouse she had been wearing, and put on panty hose and the shirt. She posed in front of the mirror and was stimulated by the daring way in which the dress accentuated the pointed fullness of her tits and the provocative roundness of each buttcheek.
She returned to the living room and posed for Todd. His eyes glinted again.
"Turn around... slow," he said.
She turned for him, letting her asscheeks shift sensually.
"Heyyy, not bad," he commented. "What have you got under it?"
She faced him. "What?"
"What are you wearing under the dress?"
"Why, panty hose and briefs and a bra."
"Take 'em off."
She blinked. "What do you want me to do that for?"
"I just want you to. Go ahead -- take off all your underwear. That'll make the dress look real far-out."
A shiver of illicit excitement went down her spine. "Todd, I can't do that! Look how short this dress is. And see how it clings to my breasts and my rear."
"Yeah. That's what I noticed, baby. You'll be outasight dancing with just that dress on."
She became more excited. But her resistance grew, as well. It would be just too much to exhibit herself so blatantly, she thought. She would feel terribly cheap.
"No, Todd, I won't do it."
He moved up to her. "Do you love me, baby?"
"You know I do," she replied softly.
"Then you'll do what I say. Take off your underwear."
"Todd, no! My breasts will bounce all over without a bra."
"That's just what I want to see, honey."
She became more flushed. "My nipples will show through the cloth."
"Right oh!" He chuckled.
"Todd, do you want me to feel like a prostitute?"
"Sure," he said, his eyes tw
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Wife enjoys being a bad girl
Lynn is a tall bbw aka big beautiful woman with green eyes, long black hair, forty-four double D boobs and has a big full sexy ass that was made for fucking. She's been happly married to the same guy for ten years, they have awesome sex and life outs
..continue reading Getting Caught by the Maid
I'm just finishing up a business trip to the west
coast and wanted to tell you about the wonderful
orgasm I had about an hour ago!
On my last day of a trip I always check out at the
latest possible moment because I like to "get caught"
by the ma
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"What the hell am I doing here?"
I asked myself this question for perhaps the tenth time since coming to the club. I wasn't much into live music, except for maybe a good jazz band. But, here I was. Surrounded by a bunch of beautiful twenty something
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