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Late night incest show



"And that's the news for tonight. This is Andy Taberon wishing you a very pleasant evening!"

Andy kept the very studied but seemingly relaxed and casual smile until the red light above camera three's lens went off and he was free to turn to the monitor to watch the credits rolling over the screen. The glimpse that he caught of his wife's name made him once again begin wondering why the hell she had been so aloof for the past week or so. The popular upstate newscaster felt a brief flash of familiar anger and his face reddened as he realized that he was just about always wondering why Lola was so cold to him these days. It was getting so that they hardly spoke to one another, and they had only been married one year!

The camera men were busy shutting down the studio, and Andy made a display of straightening the papers on his desk. He was thinking of just what he was going to say to Lola when one of the station technicians came up to him.

"Good show, Andy," he said. "How are you feeling?" It was obvious to everyone that the newscaster hadn't been up to par for the past few nights, and the technician was curious to know if the reasons were personal -- that is, he wondered if Andy and Lola were fighting.

Andy merely shrugged, ignoring the question, knowing that his questioner was digging for information. Who couldn't help noticing that he and Lola were scarcely speaking to each other, even though they worked on the same show night after night... and were married!

Lola was the weather girl, full of cleanliness, charm and suppressed sex, and she had as much of her own following as Andy did. The amount of complimentary mail that the two of them received from the viewers was staggering. Together, they were very popular personalities, primarily with the people from the small broadcasting area that they serviced. Andy and Lola had been written up in the Albany papers when they got married, and it was assumed that whenever they wanted to they could go on to bigger things -- like a network show. It had happened more than once before.

But Andy wasn't worrying about advancing. He made a good deal of money as it was, and his fan mail and the distinction of his calling made him a happy and peaceful man who approached the age of forty-four with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. That's the way it was... before he fell in love with the pretty blonde weather girl!

Now Andy certainly couldn't consider himself happy, no matter how he looked at it. Miserable was more like it.

Glancing at his watch, the newscaster made his way to a small room which served as an office and a dressing room. With a concerned look on his face, he removed his glasses and began to take off the make-up which he had to use for the cameras.

Where in the hell was Lola anyway? he pondered. He'd passed her dressing room and knocked, but there'd been no answer.

His mind automatically returned to the previous night they had spent together. In the same bed, yes, but that was all.

Andy could feel an ache in his loins as he thought of that lushly ripened body that lay in a creamy warmth next to him every night, but which had been refused to him for almost a week now. The worst of it was that Lola was just impossible to figure out. She wouldn't even clue him in on what he had done wrong, just let him know that he had in some way offended her. He was supposed to figure out what it was himself!

Christ, how did he deal with a woman like that? But deal with her he must. She was his wife, and Andy had to admit to himself that he was crazy about her, no matter how crazy she acted at times!

He sat for a long moment puzzling over what could have caused this most recent of his twenty-five year old wife's prolonged pouts. The last one had been because of her brother, Rudy Dayton, he recalled. Lola felt that Andy should use his influence with old Foster, the head of the station, to get Rudy a job. Well, Andy wasn't about to compromise his own good standing with the company president, just to get a job for that good-for-nothing loafer. That wasn't how he'd put it to Lola, of course, but Lola had caught the undertones and had pouted for two weeks about it. That had been a month ago, and Andy doubted that it could be the same reason this time, although he wouldn't put anything past his beautiful, headstrong wife.

Andy finally removed the makeup, put the horn-rimmed glasses back over his eyes, then rinsed cold water over his hands. Christ, sometimes it seemed like a dream that Lola Dayton had ever really let him make love to her. The forty-four year old newscaster's dormant cock stirred and lurched as the memory of the first time washed over him, and in all its intensity it seemed as if it had been only yesterday... not a year ago.

She was new as the weather girl then, and within that first week she had already been invited out by every male at the station. Andy, too, had had his eye on the curvaceous personality-plus blonde ever since he first saw her, and his instincts told him she'd date him if he asked. At the end of her first week, he invited her to see a new play down in Albany, then took her out to a well-known French restaurant where they'd sat for hours lingering over brandy. Then he'd driven her back to her apartment in suburban Schenectady, his hand on her knee all the way back. The electricity between them had been unmistakable, and Andy could still remember the excitement of driving that night with his cock stiff as a ram-rod, while his fingers made electrical contact with the long sleek smoothness of the young girl's stockinged leg.

Lola had sat low in the bucket seat of his new Mustang, her eyes closed, head back, lips slightly parted as she hummed a little in tune to the music on the tape deck.

Andy was feeling a wild excitation, an impossible elation at the idea, the sure knowledge that his rock-hard penis would soon be nudging inside the soft warm mystery of Lola Dayton's sweet little pussy. Christ, how he had wanted to fuck her!

When they reached her apartment Lola let him kiss her, long and hard, their bodies aching toward each other in the cramped front of the car. And long agonizing moments later, she breathed into his ear. "I want you, Andy. I want you badly. I don't know what's happening to me. Let's get out of this damned car!"

In her bedroom, the voluptuous blonde wasted no time in removing her clothes and slipping into bed with him. She moaned in an undisguised hunger as his hands slowly traced the full sensual curves of her nakedly quivering body. Her breathing grew more rapid as his hot, hungry mouth began kissing the soft resilient mounds of her upturned breasts, before moving down to her sensitive inner thighs and fleshy buttocks. Her hands entangled themselves in his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers, and they kissed -- their tongues fighting a duel as her hips undulated in eagerness up off the mattress. Andy wanted her more than any woman he'd ever known in his life, and the feeling was so strong that he had no choice but to let her know it.

As she grew more and more aroused, her mewls of pleasure changed to pleas to be fucked... and the pleas to a shriek of ecstasy as he finally plunged his lustfully throbbing penis deep up inside the tightly clasping walls of her tight little cunt. She had cum almost at once... and had continued to orgasm -- each one growing in intensity until she had finally passed out...

"That was quite a night!" Andy said aloud now, as he grabbed his hat and overcoat and opened his door. He went out into the hall and walked back toward Lola's door. Christ, if he didn't screw hell out of her tonight, he'd go crazy!

"Hey, Andy!" one of the technicians called as he stood knocking at his wife's dressing room. "If you're looking for Lola I saw her going out right after her spot. I don't think she's in there!"

Reddening like a beet, Andy thanked the man and followed him toward the elevators. Not ever knowing the whereabouts of his wife was humiliating. Damn Lola!

The night air did little to quell Andy's anger and ill-humor as he headed toward the parking lot. What in hell was the use of having a wife if you never knew where she was or what she was doing? If she hardly ever let you touch her? If she smiled perhaps a little too sweetly at all the guys at the studio? He wondered how many of them she had fucked before he married her? That was a subject he dared not to think about! Before she became a weather girl, he knew that she had worked as a secretary on the second floor of the building.

Could he ever call a woman like Lola his?

Andy fitted the key into the door of the Mustang. Before he could turn the key, however, the door opened ever so slightly.

"You're late getting out," a soft, cat-like voice mewed from the front seat.

Andy gaped in surprise as he stared into the face of his wife.

"What?"

"You were expecting maybe someone else?" Lola said teasingly, using the foreign accent she sometimes used when they played together. So she was speaking to him again, even flirting cutely with him just as if she hadn't been acting like an iceberg for the last few days.

Andy shook his head and grimly got into the car. He was going to have a long serious talk with her, that was for sure!

"I certainly wasn't expecting you!" he said angrily as he started the engine.

"Why not? I am your wife!" She leaned forward and pushed in the cigarette lighter as the car slowly left the parking lot.

"You haven't been acting very much like a wife lately," Andy retorted.

She was silent as the car sped away rapidly, leaving behind the depressing gray of the city as they headed toward home, a big stone and wood house they had bought in the country, surrounded by trees and open space they could call their own. The closer they got to home, the more Lola relaxed. Her tone changed, and she scooted closer to him, her long sleek thighs pressed against his legs as she shook her head and heaved a sigh, "I'm sorry, darling."

Andy could still feel his cock hard and full of longing as it pulsated like an angry heart between his thighs. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her long lithe legs, the skirt hiked up to show the seductive curves of her calves, the firm contours of her thighs. He could smell her perfume; it came from the big blue bottle he had given her for her last birthday. He had seen her putting on a pair of lacey white panties that morning with a matching brassiere. He had wanted her then, and now nothing mattered except taking her straight to bed.

He took hope at the change in her voice and listened attentively, while pretending to be vastly interested in his driving.

"Really, I'm sorry, Andy," she said contritely, patting him on an arm and kissing his cheek. The newscaster felt a tingling thrill run up and down his spine.

"It's just that..." her voice trailed off.

Andy glared at her. "Just what? If you don't tell me what's wrong, how can I ever find out about it?"

"Well, I've been worried."

"What about?" Andy asked, his eyes darting suddenly to her.

"It's Rudy," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I'm very concerned about him."

"About Rudy!" he said. "Your brother again!" he growled, shaking his head with disgust. "What's he done now?"

"Well, he's left his job at the newspaper."

"Fired you mean!" This was all leading up to something. He could feel it in his bones.

"No, he didn't say that!" Lola cried, leaping on the defensive. She shot him an angry glance.

"What did he say then?" asked Andy suddenly tired.

"He said it was just impossible to get along with the managing editor there. You know how independent Rudy is. He's got such wonderful ideas, and imagination, so much get up and go..."

"Ummpth!"

"I know he's got great talent as a journalist, Andy. I just know it."

"And you want me to talk to old Foster about him, in spite of what I told you last time."

"Oh, Andy! I didn't dare bring it up. But I've been thinking a lot about it. Since Rudy's been married, he's much more stable than he used to be. All he really needs is a chance... a real chance. I know my brother!"

"Yeah..." Andy remained silent until they pulled up into their driveway. It was a form of blackmail for sure. He knew it, and yet he felt powerless to do anything about it. Instinctively he knew that the "open sesame" to his wife's plentiful charms would be the correct words he would say and the proper actions he would take. He was angry with Lola, but he had to help her, no matter how he felt.

"O.K., Lola. I'll have a talk with Foster tomorrow. I think we need a new roving reporter. Maybe Foster will give Rudy the job."

"Oh Andy, that's wonderful! Thank you darling!" She threw her arm around him.

Half-heartedly, he tried to keep from hugging her.

"You'll see," she said, excitedly, "Rudy will do fine!"

"He hasn't got the job yet," Andy growled, leaning over and kissing her before thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

"Oh, Andy..." Lola murmured, nudging her proud young breasts closer to her husband. "You warm me up all inside. You make me want to do something for you!"

As he felt her warm body pressing close to his, Andy wondered why his capricious wife didn't want to do something for him more often. But he wasn't about to ask her. Not at this time.

Lola's deft fingers slid along his thigh, rising high to touch the hard, protruding outline of his painfully throbbing penis. As she smoothed her fingers over it the newscaster moaned with desire.

"Let me take that poor hard thing out," Lola said, hoarsely, fumbling with the catch of the zipper before tugging it downward.

The unzipping sound was loud and obscene in the confines of the silver-blue Mustang. Outside the wind rustled through the trees bordering the two-story house.

They were utterly alone. What they did on their own property was their business, Andy thought, gritting his teeth as he felt Lola's fingers tugging at the rock-hard flesh of his pulsing cock. She pulled at it until it bobbed into sight, standing tall and erect beneath the steering wheel.

"Oh, so nice and hard!" Lola murmured, feeling its girth in her palm. "All for me, lover?"

When she talked like that, Andy always felt as though he was going to blow sky high, and this time was no exception.

"Come on..." he said, motioning for them to get out of the car and go into the house.

"No..." Lola whispered, squeezing his impatiently throbbing penis harder. "Here. Let's stay right here."

Andy abruptly remembered that he could, with the mere push of a button, send the seat -- both seats in fact -- reclining backward; it was a special option and he and Lola had gotten just about every special gadget that was available for the car. So far they hadn't used this one gimmick. But now was the perfect time to try it out. Andy reached under the dash and with a low whirring sound both seats slowly went back so that the married couple could lie completely prone.

His hands still encircling his wife's tiny waist, Andy could feel her struggling with one hand to slip down her panties. Never one for wasting time, his Lola; not when she'd decided to get into the thing anyway! Hurriedly, he too undid his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down. The cool night air circulated in the car. It was autumn with winter rapidly approaching; so since the motor had been off for several minutes now, the cold seeped slowly in. Andy, however, found it more invigorating than anything else -- this plus the fact that he and Lola were half naked in the car outside their home. It added a sense of adventure and daring to the act, making it seem even more lewdly exciting.

The newscaster's mind had become a whirlpool of lust as he stared in wonder at his almost totally naked wife lying there with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her little white panties clinging around one cable. He leaned up over her while her fingers sought the rigid thickness of his cock once more, and his automatically reached toward the moistly heated pussy flesh up between her legs. And then, with a low moan of wanton hunger, Lola was moving, taking the initiative as she often liked to do. She turned about, and then straddled him with her face above his massively throbbing penis, spreading her thighs wide so that he could inhale the sweet sensual fragrance of her wetly flowering cunt.

He could feel her breath hot on the sensitive head of his cock, the moisture of her tongue just ready to lick at his impatiently pulsating hardness. With a groan, he reached up and pulled her naked ass-cheeks down toward his mouth, bringing her warmly perfumed cunt to a point only inches away from his mouth. Then, with a low animal growl, he raised his head and licked his tongue into her quivering cuntal crevice that grew wet and warm against him.

"Ahhhhh! God! Sooooo gooooood!" Lola arched her back a second, screwing herself down against his heated mouth and making an obscene rolling motion with her hips, rubbing her wetly flowing cunt into his open mouth, making him lick and suck hard at it, until she lifted herself back up a little bit so that his tantalizing tongue could reach her ultra-sensitive clitoris.

"Yeeeeeees, lover, yessssss!" Andy heard her hiss as, without warning, she lowered her head once more and sucked his lust-swollen cockhead up inside her saliva filled mouth.

Wildly, Andy felt the tingling erotic shocks racing through his belly as he ran his tongue along the hair-lined split of Lola's succulent pussy, savoring the pungent taste and the musky aroma of her secret flesh. His hips bucked in unrestrained eagerness as the hungrily sucking woman worked feverishly, her ovalled mouth sliding up and down on the rock-hard shaft of his cock... her cheeks hollowing, then ballooning as she alternately sucked and licked.

Andy could hear her low hums of bliss as he tongue fucked in and out of the ever-moistening split of her hot little pussy. The voluptuous TV weather girl's hips churned wantonly over his face while she took the entire length of his lust-engorged penis into her warm moist mouth, her tongue swirling excitedly as she sucked to draw the heated sperm up out of his cum-filled balls.

One lousy interview for that no-good brother-in-law son of a bitch was a small price to pay for this, Andy thought fleetingly. For in this one moment he was sure to have his wife where he wanted her, close as she could possibly be. Sure to be giving and receiving the pleasure that was a symbol of their union, both spiritual and physical. He could possess her. The old-fashioned connotations of the word occurred to him now, dimly through his haze of acute desire and excitation. Yes, he thought, to himself, "I am kissing your cunt. I am sucking the sweet nectar from your pussy. You're licking my cock and loving it! You're my wife, and your pussy is mine."

These were words which Andy would never bring himself to speak to his wife, nevertheless to his mind, it was as good as said, and the blunt phrases turned him on, increasing the fervor of his lust, making him want to shoot his long pent-up semen right into her greedily sucking mouth, to have her swallow every bit of it. He could feel Lola's erect little clitoris twitching in between his nibbling teeth and lips. He flailed his tongue about to bring on her orgasm. "Cum! Cum!" he urged silently.

The pleasurable pressure was mounting in his loins. God her sucking was driving him crazy! The very idea that her full sensuous mouth, the same viewed by thousands on television, was sucking his cock. He sensed the daydreams of hundreds of men who watched his wife on TV. They would give anything to be in his place, to feel Lola's fingers caressing his balls, to feel her silken tongue, wetly ovalled lips... her teeth gently trailing along his shaft as her soft warm mouth slid up and down his straining pole of flesh.

"Mmmmmmmm... mmmmmmmm!" From Lola's sounds and the increased wriggling of her hips and buttocks, Andy was sure that she was almost there. She had to cum soon... he couldn't hold out much longer!

The soft satiny flesh of her naked buttocks slid beneath his fingers and then gave delightfully as he grasped it tightly, squeezing hard until she cried out in pain. Her entire body grew tense above him momentarily, then he felt an increased suction all around his impossibly taut penis. God! She was really fired up! For an instant he wanted to resist her, to show that she couldn't get at his prized male essence, that he was as independent of her as he wanted to be. But it was not to be; the fleeting wish was immediately relegated to the farthest portions of his brain as Lola cried out, "Oooooooh Andy... I'm cuuuummmmmming." Her ass-cheeks gyrated wildly as she ground her hotly spasming pussy against her husband's lips and tongue.

Unable to hold back any longer, Andy felt his whole world give way as his sperm jetted forward in a heated ejaculation, gushing out in spurt after spurt deep into Lola's gluttonously swallowing throat. His swollen cock continued to strain and jerk in her mouth, filling her with the heated white elixir of his cum. As the orgasm swept like a raging flood through his trembling loins, Andy felt the simultaneous delight he was imparting to his wife take the form of a tumultuous climax that threatened to engulf both of them. Her limbs, long and tremulous, extended themselves behind him, toes pointed in ecstasy. He gyrated his own hips furiously driving his exploding cock in and out of her hot little mouth and clung to the soft pliancy of her buttocks. Damn! The white hot stream of cum from deep in his balls surged along the length of his rigidity, and now he gasped, baring his lips back from her slippery cunt. He knew that his wife's cheeks were bloated outward with every throbbing squirt of his cock and that she was swallowing to keep from strangling on his copious sperm. It had been so long since his last orgasm, so long since he had been so close to the soft, undulating curves of his new wife.

She was still moaning softly over his deflated penis, the hum of her voice creating a vibratory reaction all around his tingling masculinity.

Slowly and carefully, Lola turned to one side, as his deflated penis slipped from her mouth. Andy shuddered at the cold of the world outside his wife's moist oral cavity and released his hold upon her naked ass-cheeks.

He shivered as the cool night air swirled around his naked loins...

Later, as they made their way into the house, Andy still felt inexplicably cold and morose. He couldn't quite understand why his wife's happy chattering was more annoying to him now than anything else. He hurried to make a fire in the fireplace, not just for the heat, but for the cheer he hoped it would impart to his ill-humor. He wished that he hadn't agreed to get the much-sought-after interview for Lola's brother. But now it was too late.

As Andy sat disconsolately looking at television, he could hear Lola in the kitchen popping frozen foods into the oven. She prided herself on doing her own "cooking" but Andy wished that he could persuade her to get a housekeeper-cook who would make them delicious roasts and pancakes and waffles that were not frozen.

Nevertheless, it was a minor fault and he was prepared to over look it. What bothered him were certain little quirks that Lola had. For example, this fixation about trying to keep her brother happy. Christ, it made his blood boil with anger.

Then Lola appeared in the door from the kitchen, looking radiant and beautiful in a little white apron. An oven mitt covered one hand and wisps of blonde hair trailed in her eyes as if she had been slaving all day over their dinner. As Lola smiled, Andy felt that old familiar lurch of his heart -- and his reawakening genitals as well.

Abruptly the troubled newscaster decided to take full advantage of his gain in the strange game he was playing with his wife. Now was the time, he told himself, to make her pay for the anguish she had caused him.

CHAPTER TWO

While dinner was cooking, Lola decided to take a quick shower. She felt good, buoyed up with that happy feeling she always had after making love. But this happiness was to the joy she felt knowing that Andy was going to see old Foster about her brother. This made her feel like singing, and the pretty weather girl could hardly wait to call Rudy up and tell him the good news.

"Hungry?" she asked sweetly as she emerged sometime later from the kitchen. "I think you'll like what I have tonight."

Andy looked up at her with a wicked grin. "What I like that you have is your pussy. Right now I'd like to ram my cock up in it."

"Andy! Really!" She was shocked at the words, but more so because Andy was using them at such a time in such a manner. Sometimes they both used such phrases in the course of their love-making, but not at any other time. And too, now that she thought about it, Lola felt fatigued. She certainly didn't feel like making love again. Right now what she wanted to do was to go upstairs and call Rudy, then take a shower and reflect on the fact that soon her brother would be working at the station with her. He was bound to make a fine reporter.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her husband reached out and pulled her down toward him so that she was forced to sit in his lap. She couldn't protest too much without seeming bad-tempered, and she was sure that Andy had had enough of her bitchiness. She didn't want him going back on his promise now, so Lola smiled sweetly and tried to push his caressing hands from her breasts.

"No, no!" she said laughingly. "Don't, you sex fiend!"

"That's what I am -- a sex fiend," Andy replied, nuzzling his nose and mouth into the crease of Lola's neck where he could smell and taste her perfumed perspiration.

Lola struggled against her husband's enfolding arms, but it was futile against his superior strength. "There's something in the oven!" she said weakly, not really believing that this would deter the passionate man who was cupping her tingling breasts, kneading the mounds of the resilient flesh beneath her pink cashmere sweater.

"It's me that wants in your oven," Andy whispered lewdly into her ear, and Lola might have laughed were it not for the demanding tone in which he said it. She had thought she'd vindicated herself sufficiently with the impromptu scene in the car in front of the house. That had been scarcely a half hour ago; now Andy wanted more!

Before she realized what was happening, she was being lifted in the air; then Andy was carrying her upstairs.

"Andy! Stop!" she shouted, kicking out at him. But he carried her easily and she saw the determination in her husband's eyes as he trudged up the stairs to their bedroom.

Andy thought to himself, Maybe I've been seeing too many 40's movies, but what the hell! I've been too polite with her up 'til now. The cave man approach may be what she wants. It was contrary to his character and he knew it. Yet, Andy was determined to play the role. Lola seemed almost too stunned to resist him anymore, and even though he felt like chuckling out loud, he refrained from doing so, retaining his serious expression.

Once in the bedroom, Andy nudged the light switch with his shoulder and headed toward the big double bed. Over the bed a giant blow-up photo of Lola smiled sweetly at them. Without hesitating, Andy plopped his wife down in the middle of the bed and ordered her to undress.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Lola snapped. But impatiently, Andy leaned over to strip off her clothes, starting with her stockings and tugging on them until, off balance and angry, Lola put up a hand in protest.

"All right! All right!" she shouted. "You don't have to rip them off! Why are you being such a beast? What's gotten into you?"

"The devil," Andy replied, stripping off his clothes quickly.

Lola bit her lips and reluctantly began undressing. And to think that she could be taking a nice shower. Fortunately, she had left the oven downstairs on automatic turnoff, after phoning her brother to tell him the good news. She felt that their sexual needs had been adequately taken care of earlier and stared at Andy with disgust as she slowly tugged off her clothes.

"What's the matter?" snorted the newscaster. "Any wife who loves her husband would look forward to this. Don't you love me?"

"That has nothing to do with it!" she replied angrily. As she knelt on the bed, only her brassiere remained and she begrudgingly reached behind her for the clasp.

Why were men always asking her if she loved them? Lola wondered. Of course I love my husband, she told herself. Truth was, she wasn't sure just what men meant by love. One thing she knew for sure was that she wasn't always ready to give them what they wanted in exchange for those silly words. Oh she loved Andy enough, and had always cared for him in her own way. Why else would she have married him? Of course, his being something of a celebrity had been important to her too! But it wasn't only that. She'd guessed what her life style would be, what her social and economic advantages would be with Andy Taberon, and wanted it. Together they made a handsome couple, no doubt about that. And she had her own little convertible Firebird to run about in, the adulation of many men and women too, without having to do anything or cope with it all because, after all, she was married to Andy... and as the "weather girl", she was important in her own right.

Lola knew that there were those who might think her cold, but she knew that she was only practical. She couldn't be otherwise. Blind love for its own sake had never touched her, except in one case, and that could hardly count since it had to do with family. She loved her brother deeply, and although she was no specialist in psychology, Lola knew enough to reason that it was because of her extreme hatred of her father, who had also hated Rudy. In addition to these unfortunate circumstances, Lola had a deep-rooted scorn for her mother, who had put up with her father's nonsensical bullying until the day of his death. She and Rudy had been respectively 14 and 17 when their father had died prematurely, and secretly, they had been relieved by his sudden departure. They suspected their mother was too, since she became almost immediately more alive herself after the funeral.

Lola had always felt that it was Rudy and her against the world, and in a way it was. She had fought her way to the position she was now in, using everything she had, both brains and body to help her. Somehow Rudy hadn't made it yet, but she was determined to help him. In fact, she thought of little else, visualizing the day when she could relax and cease these heavy calculations. That day would be the day both she and her brother were fully recognized by the world and judged at their true value. Lola considered that she had "just about made it". Her long range plans included Andy's moving to a major coast to coast network while she herself became a female news commentator, starting out on the small network and moving up as she gained in popularity. It was a feasible dream she felt. But Rudy, her brother, had to get into the picture too for it all to be perfect.

And now here she was acutely aware of the fact that her husband was taking advantage of the fact that he had agreed to help her brother. In a way, she felt, it served her right. Hadn't she deliberately withheld herself from him toward those ends? She would swear to the contrary on a stack of bibles, but deep down inside, she knew it to be true.

Selfish, she thought, tears brimming in her blue eyes. I'm selfish! But I have to be. I just can't help it!

Andy's hands were eagerly caressing her nakedness now, and her husband's breath was coming in great gasps as she found herself straining forward, her breasts hanging like ripe fruits beneath her while her thighs tightened instinctively together, the muscles in her lithe young body taut as she realized that Andy was treating her this way to punish her. His hands reached around beneath her hips and began teasing the softly swinging mounds of her breasts, cupping them upward and rolling the stiff little nipples between his fingers. In spite of herself, Lola jumped at the erotic contact. Her breasts had always been extremely sensitive, and the young weather-girl had always thought of this as a weakness of sorts; a kind of Achilles' heel so to speak.

To the twenty-five year old blonde's dismay, Andy continued rolling and teasing her berry-like nipples while he shuffled forward behind her on the bed on his knees, the hot rigid tip of his cock pressing deep into the crevice between her open buttocks.

"Ooooooh!" Lola moaned as she felt his penis lewdly pulsing against her defenselessly exposed flesh. Sex with Lola was rarely something to be enjoyed for itself alone, but rather a means toward some end; to make someone love her more and want to do things for her, for example, or simply to alleviate her own annoying desires, to get rid of them as it were so that she could be free to think of other things.

And so it was doubly upsetting that Andy's hands on her ripely swaying breasts were beginning to drive her mad, to excite her so that she squirmed backward in an unwittingly erotic motion. God knew she didn't want to enjoy this performance, to lower herself to the level of a common woman who had nothing better to do than to give herself up body and soul to an aroused male! But the tiny electric shocks of unwanted pleasure were tingling about and moving from her nipples to stab hotly through the rest of her nakedly quivering body. She felt obscenely naked as she thought resentfully of Andy's superior strength, of his superior position at the studio, of the fact that he was old Foster's "fair haired boy"; Foster -- the company boss who was rumored to think that women were without exception nitwits. That was why she herself couldn't go to him and suggest her brother for a vacancy, why she had to get Andy to do it!

Lola almost growled with anger as she felt her husband's hands slip downward from her breasts, trailing hot paths of desire along her naked flesh as they encircled her narrow waist. His tantalizing fingers paused, momentarily to grip the tops of her trembling thighs, then tightened until his fingers dug painfully into her delicate flesh.

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but she bit her lip to keep from crying in earnest. Behind her she could feel Andy's thickly probing penis begin a slow grinding motion against her open vaginal lips, moving about in such a fashion that he exposed the hidden moisture up between them and forced the quivering layers of cuntal flesh wide open with a heavy inward pressure.

"Ooooooooh!" Lola cried, her fingers digging into the soft velvet coverlet of the bed as she attempted to hold herself up, or at least to keep her chin from skidding ignominiously into the mattress. The invading thickness of her husband's lust-swollen penis forced its way up inside the futilely resisting ring of vaginal muscles, moving steadily inward until the furious blonde could feel his full blood-engorged hardness slithering up into her warmly pulsing passage.

The pink inner flesh of Lola's helplessly open cunt was being pressured in tiny rippling waves, each ripple causing the weather girl a combination of acute discomfort and pleasure that made her moan out loud.

"Let me turn over!" she said tensely. "It's going in too far like this!"

But Andy either didn't hear her or was pretending not to, and Lola locked her fingers tightly into the rumpled spread trying to maintain some kind of dignity despite the undignified position she was in. The distressed wife's lips opened and closed in helpless torment as Andy pressed his hips heavily into her upthrust buttocks, his long hard cock driving deep, deep up into her open vaginal mouth, impaling her from behind. Lola's nakedly kneeling body trembled in helpless humiliation. It occurred to her that her father must have been like this with her mother, must have made her do all sorts of things for his own egomaniacal pleasure. Her heart pounded wildly at the thought, and wisps of her blonde hair clung to the moist flesh of her face as well as to her neck and naked white shoulders.

If she had ever thought that Andy could be this way with her, she never would have married him. Visions of divorce and alimony danced in her head. But was she ready to make it alone yet? The idea frightened her in spite of all the bravado that was a part of her make-up. It frightened her almost as much as the seeping pleasure that the teasing ravishment of her widespread pussy was causing. Because now, instead of pounding savagely into her softly clinging vaginal depths, the way it seemed he'd intended to, Andy began to fuck upward in slow churning rhythm, flexing his long penis within the moistly throbbing walls.

"Ah!" Lola gasped, "Aaaaaaah! Uuuuuuuuuh!"

Andy was outrageously excited by his wife's growing arousal. It was an arousal that seemed more genuine than ever before, if only because he had the sense of having caused it, of creating it, rather than being swept along by it. With more and more intensity now, he fucked in and out of the hotly throbbing pussy that now welcomed his lunging cock. Andy buffeted up against Lola's hotly grinding buttocks, his thick spearing penis disappearing each time into the utmost depths of his subserviently kneeling wife.

"Oh, Christ, baby, it's good!" he grunted, his powerful fingers gripping harder around the nakedly straining thighs that were so soft and unresisting to his touch. His impossibly hard cock felt as if it were growing tighter and stiffer with each thrust, and low moans of pleasure emanated from deep in his chest. She was really enjoying it. She really wanted the feel of his cock in there, going higher, farther than it ever had before! he thought, excitedly.

Lola was now totally unable to control the passion surging through her involuntarily writhing body. She was a hot-bed of seething lust that seemingly had nothing to do with her true self. Once thought control slipped away, there was nothing left but a woman in great need of this deep hard fucking. This beautiful fucking that she was getting in a lewd kneeling position right in her own bedroom.

She had never felt him so deep. Never, she thought, felt any man so deep! How deep had her father entered her poor mother? Poor mother who never complained about anything. Surely she never would have complained about this. Words and visions danced in the blonde woman's mind, seemingly unconnected, but all having to do with what was happening to her, in some inexplicable way.

Andy pressed slowly outward with his thumbs to stretch the softly undulating moons of his wife's naked white buttocks wider apart. Fascinated, he watched the pink wet folds of her unresisting hair-trimmed pussy as they clung tightly to his rampaging penis with each withdrawal stroke.

Maybe things would be different after this, he thought. Maybe this was exactly what Lola had needed, had wanted all along? Grinning triumphantly to himself, Andy levered his loins forward, lifting himself up higher on his knees to let the hard plunging shaft of his deeply skewering cock slip into the last remaining fraction of an inch within Lola's wetly accepting pussy.

"Aaaaaaannnnn!" Lola half sighed, half cried. She shook her head wildly and arched herself backward to meet him as Andy behind her ground his hips tightly up against the smooth quivering flesh of her buttocks, rotating the thickly probing head of his penis deep up inside her ecstatic belly.

The rapturous newscaster suddenly felt his wife go to pieces beneath him. It was the most exciting moment of their marriage. She squeezed the petal-like lips of her hotly clenching pussy, tightening herself around the base of his tingling cock, sending tiny pinpricks of lewd sensual pleasure through his sperm-laden testicles. Pulsing with untoward delight, Andy's lust-incited penis felt that it had come home as it lay snug in the heated moisture of his wife's tightly encasing pussy.

Lola opened and closed her eyes, but saw nothing. Everything was feeling now. Everything was wanting. She was lost in an all consuming passion. Unmindful of her servile and humiliating position or of the "political" implications of her act, the career-woman, the self styled "weather girl" of KTPQ spread her eagerly welcoming thighs still wider, moving her knees far apart on the bouncing bed. Her heavily swaying breasts were pressing erotically down into the crumpled sheet beneath her. She could feel her nipples hard and erect as they were buffeted forward along the bed with each advancing thrust of her husband's thick pistoning cock. The blunt rubbery tip of his penis pushed against the tip of her cervix timelessly, causing a rising joy within her that she wanted to be unending. Lola would never have dreamed that she could respond so crudely to the ecstatic pleasure that coursed through her nakedly responding body. Yet, at the moment when it was happening, it was a welcome release, and she was suddenly and uncontrollably cumming, her convulsing cunt reacting crazily, exploding her entire being to smithereens!

"I'm there! Oooooooommmmmmmmmmmmy God, I'mmmmm there!" she squealed with disbelief as the sheer power of her orgasm caused her head to snap back and the tendons in her long graceful neck to stand out. Behind her, Andy gnashed his teeth together, letting his body drop heavily down onto her so that the climaxing blonde was forced onto the bed, her knees collapsing beneath her. Andy held onto her desperately wriggling loins, keeping them uplifted at a high angle to his still thrusting cock. Like a madman he lunged again and again, until his wife began to sob with delirious joy.

"Ohhhhhhh give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" the dazed weather girl chanted, oblivious to the fact that she was saying anything at all.

The thrusting fleshy hardness of Andy's long thick penis moved ever upward while his semen-filled balls smacked heavily into the wetness of her widespread hair-lined cunt. Together they ground shamelessly against each other, the combined sweat of their bodies creating a glistening covering on their exposed flesh. As Lola's tumultuously climaxing cunt milked hungrily at his desire-hardened penis as Andy grunted and then felt his cum spurting forward, his cock a burning hot shaft of sensation as the impatient sperm sped its way out and into her wetly waiting pussy.

So strong was the climax that Andy felt a brief moment of discomfort, akin to pain, before he groaned lewdly and wallowed in the pleasure of it, feeling Lola writhing in complete wantonness beneath him, whimpering and squirming, her body overheated and flushed as she relished the sensation of Andy's heated cum filling her belly.

So good... so very gooooood... The words flitted through Lola's mind amidst the flashing lights and the spots of color that accompanied her orgasm until at the apex all was black but filled with a contradictory light that could not be described visually. It was a purely physical effect, and one which left the startled young blonde drained of everything.

Lola lay spread-eagled on her stomach, her legs quivering from exhaustion while up between them she was drenched with cum. Andy lifted slowly up from her and she felt the wet stickiness of her pussy and the cold damp of the spread beneath her. But inside, beyond the excitement and the pure feminine fulfillment something else was rising. The memory and the fear, and then pushing it away. The fear remained and the memory receded and what remained was fear and then anger with herself and with Andy. She lay quietly breathing and listening to the sounds of her husband moving about in the room.

The bastard must be pleased with himself! she thought. Damned well pleased.

But Lola was not very pleased at all.

CHAPTER THREE

Rudy Dayton was annoyed, but then it didn't take much to annoy the impetuous red-head. He was particularly mad this afternoon because the interview his sister had told him would turn out so damned well hadn't turned out well at all. He didn't have a clue as to whether old granite-face Foster was going to give him a job or not, but he suspected not, from the way the station owner had frowned at a couple of things he'd said.

The 74 Cougar sped across town and headed out to the suburbs. Rudy honked his horn impatiently if any other car or pedestrian looked as if he was going to get in the way.

"Calm down, honey," Rudy's wife, Denise, was using her sweetest voice. "After all, you don't know. He may give you the job anyway. I mean you didn't tell him to get fucked or anything like that, did you? I mean you just said 'fuck' once. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah, but you should've seen him! Turned red as a beet. Christ where's he been living? In a fucking museum?"

Denise was glad to note that Rudy was calming down a little. She was always frightened when they were driving and he was angry like that.

"But Lola shouldn't have told me it was all set if it wasn't!" Rudy blasted. Leaning over slightly he twisted the knob of the car radio, trying to find a music station that suited him.

"Yeah, she shouldn't have!" Denise agreed. She'd never liked Lola much, even though she'd met her only a couple of times. She'd seen a lot of her on TV though, since Rudy hardly ever missed a show. Denise hated to admit it, but she was jealous of her husband's relationship with his sister.

The pretty dark-haired twenty-two year old was much too smart however to let any of her resentment show. But anything that had to do with Lola made her secretly grit her teeth with anger... and she was simmering now.

Lola thought she was hot stuff, with her long blonde hair and all those capped teeth smiling at you from the TV screen. And that way she had of laughing about the weather, as though there was anything funny about it. And the way she wiggled when she had to walk away from the screen to pull down a map or something. Bitch!

And Rudy thought she was a saint! Well it would be a long while before that one saw heaven! Sometimes Denise thought she would scream when Rudy got going talking about his sister. She wished that she could prove to him that she was at least half as good and half as brainy as his sister, but it looked as if that day would never come.

Now they were almost at Lola's house, and Denise smiled to herself, hoping that Rudy would give his sister a hard time about the way the interview had gone. With an angry screech of tires Rudy spun into the driveway and then slammed on the brakes, causing another scream of rubber against the pavement.

Denise looked toward the house and couldn't help thinking about what it must be like to live in a place like that, with beautiful grounds and trees... and privacy. All her life she'd wanted a house with a driveway and a gate. Maybe one day she'd get one yet!

"You coming in?" Rudy asked her, his blue eyes ablaze with the things he planned to tell Lola.

"No," Denise said. "I think I'll just wait for you. You won't be long will you?"

"No. I won't be long." Rudy was already out of the car. Denise sat watching him as he walked up to the house. She couldn't help admiring the strong muscular back, the tall athletic body that moved gracefully like a panther. She and Rudy had been married for almost a year now, and just looking at him could still thrill her to the marrow of her bones. Even now, she felt it, that little tickle down in her belly, the slow moistening up between her nylon-encased legs. Once more she asked herself if all that translated into love. She didn't know, not for sure anyway. All the young brunette knew was that she wanted Rudy completely in spite of the fact that he was hard to live with, what with his quick temper. But there was also a sweet side to him; and as a lover, well, he couldn't be beat. None of her other boyfriends before their marriage had even come close to making Denise feel what Rudy did -- constantly, over and over again.

It was almost embarrassing, and often, Denise hoped that the things she felt for Rudy didn't show on her face or in the way she acted.

At the moment that Denise saw Lola opening the door to admit Rudy, she had the glimmer of an idea. Something that would make Rudy indebted to her rather than to that frigid bitch of a sister of his!

***

Lola was wearing a white satin pants suit for lounging around the house. She didn't have to go to the studio until 5:00 P.M. Her job as weather girl did not entail very much briefing or practice prior to broadcasting time, but Andy being a news commentator was often at the studio all day long preparing the show. As Lola opened the door for her brother she was glad it was one of those days when her husband was not at home. It was always easier to deal with her brother alone. And then she always felt a little annoyed by Andy's attitude around her brother.

"How did it go?" she said hopefully as she closed the front door behind him. "I certainly didn't expect to see you so soon!"

"Go? It didn't!" Rudy spat out. "Why didn't you tell me he was an old fart?"

"Oh God Rudy! What happened?" The angry young man followed his elegantly clad sister into the living room where he stood watching as she made him a drink.

Suddenly all his anger left him. He realized how stupid it was to be mad at Lola about the interview. As if the air had suddenly been let out of him, he let himself fall onto the sofa and stuck out his hand to receive the bourbon and soda that his sister had made him. He gave a brief description of how the coveted interview had gone, and watched as Lola's pretty features grew more and more concerned.

"When will you learn to control your tongue, Rud?" Lola asked finally. She wanted to say that it reminded her of their father and how he used to curse, but she decided against it. They rarely, if ever mentioned the old man, and now was no time to bring his name up!

"Oh shit, Lo. This isn't the middle ages!" Rudy cried.

"For some people it is! Listen," the good-looking blonde said finally, "Don't worry too much about this. I'll check with Andy and find out how things went. Apparently you never can be sure with Foster. The man's a total enigma."

"An old fart," Rudy muttered.

"An intelligent man, and don't forget it!" Lola said. "He's the head of the company, Rud. Not you or me!"

"Yeah," Rudy admitted.

"Another drink?" Lola rose to go to the bar.

"No. Got to go. Denise is waiting in the car."

Lola's eyebrows arched questioningly. "Why didn't you bring her in?"

"Oh she didn't want to intrude. And besides I wanted to talk to you alone." Rudy said easily.

Lola walked her brother to the door. She was very curious about his new wife. She'd only met her a couple of times, but that was before they were married. In many ways Lola was glad her brother was showing signs at the age of twenty-eight of settling down. But on the other hand, if the girl was the sort to keep him back, that wasn't good.

"I'll come out to the car with you," she said, throwing a shawl about her shoulders and stepping out the door with her redheaded brother.

Denise looked up as she heard the door open. She saw them coming and adjusted her features accordingly, trying to erase any signs of calculation that might appear there.

"Hi, Denise," Lola said in all friendliness as she reached the car.

"Hi, Lola. It's good to see you again," Denise smiled, feeling horribly inferior as the beautiful television "weather girl" looked sunnily down at her.

"Hey... why don't you and Rud come to dinner with Andy and me? We'll celebrate. Champagne and everything, okay?"

"That would be great," Denise said. "I'd love it!" That was no lie. Let them spend as much money on them as they wanted, she wouldn't protest.

"I'll call Rud during the week and we'll set the time, all right?" Lola asked.

"Perfect," Denise replied. "I'll really be looking forward to it."

"I'll check it all out with Foster, Rud," Lola called as the car started up. "Meanwhile, don't worry."

"Who's worrying?" Rudy called back, as he turned the car around and headed back out the driveway. "Thanks, Sis!"

Denise smiled and waved until they were back on the road again headed toward their small apartment in Schenectady.

Finally when she felt Lola's presence had worn off sufficiently, Denise spoke. "Say, Rudy, how come Andy's the only one who can talk to this guy, Foster?"

"I can't figure it. For all I know Andy's been bad mouthing me. I can't say he acts like I'm his candidate for man of the year whenever he sees me!"

"Well, listen Rudy, why don't you let me go over and talk to Andy. Maybe I can find out just what he's telling Foster about you. You know, I could do a little sob story, too, about us having problems with our marriage and all! Hah!"

Denise could tell from Rudy's expression as he drove that he thought it was a good idea. She looked peacefully out the window, thinking her own thoughts and seeing a brighter future for herself and Rudy. A future in which she would play a larger part. She dimly heard him saying.

"Okay! That's not a bad idea at all. Why not?"

Denise thought she heard a new respect for her in her husband's voice, and she determined to keep it there. She would do anything to keep Rudy all to herself, she realized suddenly. Anything at all.

***

Andy Taberon the sign said on his desk. Andy fingered it thoughtfully for a moment and then pushed it aside and glanced at the latest news reports. He would be alone for a few moments now before air-time, as he always insisted. The final reports as he would speak them on the air would not be compiled until 15 minutes before air-time. Most of them were in a finished state, however, and ready in several copies including those for the teleprompter. Everything was kept fluid, however, until the last possible moment, since news was, as they put it, "happening all the time". The entire crew and especially Andy had to keep on their toes and to expect the unexpected as it were.

But one thing that Andy was not expecting at this precious moment of study was a knock on the door.

"Yes? Come in!" he called out.

The door swung open and Denise Dayton stood there, smiling.

Andy was surprised to see the petite brunette.

"Come in," he said.

"I had to see you, Andy," she told him. "It's urgent." She closed the door behind her.

"You say it's urgent?" Andy asked, uneasily. He was feeling particularly down on women in the past days, ever since he had had the unpleasant surprise of discovering that his wife had become more difficult than ever after their most successful (he thought) lovemaking. Why she acted as if he had done something to insult her, instead of giving her a good time!

In fact, she had claimed to be "sore" since then and wouldn't let him touch her. And now that the damned interview he'd arranged for her brother hadn't gone the way she liked, well his life was being made miserable.

"It is urgent," Denise said, sitting down calmly, even though she hadn't been invited to do so.

Andy scratched his head and took off his glasses. Then he put them back on. "Well, what can I do for you?"

Andy started to pace nervously, then he stopped and looked down at his watch. "I'm sorry but this may have to wait for some other time, I'm in rehearsal right now, Denise."

"My friends call me De-De!" replied the pretty brunette. "I couldn't wait for some other time..."

"Why not come to the house? Come to dinner. Anytime, but not now! I've got a show to do in half an hour!"

Denise sized Andy up. Good looking in a serious sort of way. Definitely not the type who could handle a hot little bitch like Lola. She bet they had their troubles. In fact, she was counting heavily on it.

"I didn't want to come to the house." She sounded about to cry. "I couldn't come to the house. It was something I had to talk to a man about. Perhaps you can help me!"

"Okay," Andy sighed in resignation. "I can give you five minutes!" He sat down in a leather swivel chair opposite her, and couldn't help noticing that his sister-in-law was an exceptionally beautiful woman. I'll bet she doesn't give Rudy a hard time the way Lola does with me. That lucky stiff Rudy had this hot little number whenever he wanted her, Andy thought. And then he blushed at his own thoughts.

Denise's face looked innocent but worried, and her big brown eyes were still moist with what looked like withheld tears. "It's a little personal, Andy. But who else can one go to if not someone in the family!"

"But why me? I don't understand why..."

"I feel I can trust you, and then you must have so much experience you can tell me what to do."

Andy waved his hand vaguely in the air, about to protest. And then he gave up. "Do you want a drink?" he said, looking again at his watch.

"Yes, I'd love one. I must say, I need one. My nerves are so bad."

Andy went to the bar in the corner and brought back a scotch and water. "Afraid this is all I have," he said.

He had made himself one too. He sat down on the other side of the desk and tried to relax. After all, he supposed he could make an exception and try to straighten this out before the show.

Suddenly the petite brunette burst into tears, and Andy was thrown completely off balance. He had absolutely no idea what to do, but as a starter pushed a handkerchief across the table to the sobbing young girl.

"Is Rudy giving you a hard time?" he asked.

Denise silently nodded her head, sobbing all the while.

"I thought so!" Andy said out loud. He wouldn't put it past him. The lazy bastard probably beat her! he thought indignantly.

"Is it... physical?" he asked, trying to be discreet.

Again the silent nod.

"Very bad?"

"Yes!" Denise gulped.

"Well, there are ways of dealing with such things," Andy began. A wife-beater as well as a no-good crumb-bum! he thought to himself. He'd like nothing better than to see his wife's brother prosecuted for something ignominious like that! "Do you have marks? I mean uh..."

"Oh, you don't understand!" Denise said. "It's nothing like that!"

"Then what is it?"

She told him!

Andy could hardly believe his ears. But it was actually happening and it was happening to him. This young girl was actually sitting across the desk from him and telling him that ever since Rudy had been out of work he refused to make love to her!

She told him that it was driving her crazy. That she had no idea what to do about it, and that Andy must somehow try to help her, if it was only through getting him some kind of work.

Andy gulped down the entire contents of his glass and hurried to fix himself another. Normally, he had no more than one drink before the show, but tonight, he had to have another.

Even while his back was turned, the girl was going on and on about her need of sex, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was causing him severe discomfort and embarrassment.

"Usually, he's so warm and loving at night in bed," Denise continued, sure that her audience of one was still listening. "Usually I can't stop him and he's always good and hard and waiting for me. Usually, he makes me cum over and over..."

"STOP!" Andy shouted whirling around to face his sister-in-law. "Please!" he said in a kinder voice. "I don't want to hear these details!"

"Oh," Denise was momentarily silent.

But the harm had been done. As soon as he looked at her, Andy saw those trim legs of hers spread expectantly in bed. He saw what her dark-haired pussy must look like. He saw... too much. Much too much. The frustration that already inhabited his loins grew now to feverish pitch. In a sense this girl was in the same boat he was in. In a sense they were both up against the same problem.

Andy sat back down. He was profoundly impressed with the need to get his brother-in-law a job, come hell or high water!

"Look," he said, after clearing his throat. "I promise I'll do everything I can to get Rudy employed. I'll get him another meeting with Foster, and I'll go, too, if necessary."

He did not quite expect Denise to leap up and run around the desk to throw her arms around him, but that is what the pretty twenty-two year old girl did.

"Oh, you're wonderful!" she said. The tones sounded oddly familiar. Hadn't Lola said much the same thing to him under similar circumstances? But, unexpectedly, Denise was sitting on his lap and holding onto him and not letting go. On the contrary, she was holding closer, her arms around his neck, her beautiful young face close against his cheek. Andy gave a start and tried to push her away. But the dark-haired girl held tight, and squirmed her ripely rounded buttocks down onto the undeniable hardness of his rising cock.

"I'm so grateful!" she was saying. But Andy wanted her away from him, and the faster the better. He was sure that she could feel the eager stiffening of his penis against her ass-cheeks. What was more, the alarmed news commentator couldn't help but gaze at her erect little nipples jutting out the soft material of her tight silk blouse.

Andy made a grunting sound as his sister-in-law ground further down upon his ever hardening cock and then moved forward to kiss him, her wet little tongue darting into his surprised and open mouth.

Andy's brain whirled. He said, "I -- ah... fine. Now, run along!" As though he were talking to a little girl.

Denise pulled her moistly parted lips back from him and smiled.

"I knew you would help me," she said huskily. She was thinking about Lola. She was thinking how much fun it would be. How mad Lola would be if she knew. With a slight shift in position she shifted her buttocks so that the head of Lola's husband's cock was snugly fitted right up into the hollow of her thigh juncture, pressing against the material protecting the soft fleshy lips of her tight young cunt.

Andy gasped aloud at the erotic charge it jolted through him. It was too tempting to resist, and yet he felt he must. Images of Rudy, his smug arrogant face and tall lanky frame passed through Andy's mind. He didn't deserve this girl, that was for sure. Andy didn't know just how much of her story he believed, but whatever the facts, she was desperate enough to come here, enough in love with the guy to be doing this!

And then without warning, she kissed him again, this time in earnest, pressing her soft moist lips openly against his own, and before he realized it, his hand encircled her tiny waist, drawing her sensually enticing body to him as his tongue began to tickle her lips and his free hand began to smooth along the exposed nylon covered thighs that were on his lap. He moved her skirt up imperceptibly until he could see the firm naked flesh above her stockings.

He was about to stop when Denise whispered huskily, "Don't. Don't stop, I mean. Go on, go on!"

Wild tremors raced through the newscaster as he moved her skirt still higher and saw a tiny wisp of sheer white nylon panties encasing her protruding little pussy mound.

"Christ!" he said aloud. He wondered if she really hadn't had any sex for a long while like she'd said. This would explain her behavior. Why she was trembling up against him, why he could see her spreading her legs a little wider in a lewd invitation to fuck her. Oh God, how could he keep from doing it?

He thought of Lola and her snippy ways, Lola who he only wanted to make happy and to whom he had never dreamed of being the slightest bit unfaithful. Well, now here he was with her brother's wife sitting on his cock! How was that for irony?

By now Andy knew full well that what he was doing was wrong, but he had no intentions of stopping. He wasn't drunk. Two drinks were nothing. But he was drunk on the taste of the pretty young girl's lips, on her warm receptive mouth, on the fact that she was welcoming his caresses rather than fighting against them.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and briefly at the papers on his desk. He felt her soft warm round ass-cheeks squirming hungrily down onto his thick throbbing penis while she nibbled at his tongue and crushed her full sensuous breasts into his chest. Even as she gently spread her long thighs to his searching hand, he could feel every bit of her body taut and ready and waiting. His hand was sliding along the unbelievably hot satiny flesh of her upper thighs, until at last, he touched the passion-dampened crotchband of her panties which covered her cunt. Gently, tentatively, he pressed his outstretched middle finger against it, feeling a surge of forbidden excitement and an undeniable thrill that had a lot to do with the fact that this was his sister-in-law. It also had to do with his own frustrations and with a sense of striking out against Lola. A noticeable erotic tremor rippled through Denise as she pressed her enchanting young body against the news commentator. The shamelessly aroused girl began to rub her hair-covered little cunt against Andy's finger, sliding her buttocks back and forth on his painfully throbbing cock while simultaneously she sucked at his tongue and then forced hers deep into his mouth.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" she repeated, "Mmmmmmm..."

Shit I couldn't stop now if I wanted to! Andy thought, but did not say.

"Inside!" she urged, "Put your fingers up inside me... up inside my pussy!"

With a low groan of lewd hunger Andy pushed aside the elastic leg band of the young girl's panties. They were

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The sound of conversation, laughing, and music filled the room at Jenny's house. As happens during every party, there was soon a lull in the conversation. Jenny called to him. When he was by her side, she told him, in front of the 4 other wome ..continue reading