When Sarah McBride saw the postman come up the walkway,
she had no premonition that her safe, contented little
world was about to collapse at her feet. Despite the
bleak February skies, the dark-haired young woman's
spirits were sunny that fateful morning. Humming a carefree
tune, Sarah dried her hands on the kitchen towel and
went to get the day's mail. The voluptuous brunette
felt only mild curiosity when she saw the envelope addressed
to Mrs. Sarah McBride. Probably just some ad, she thought,
placing the rest of the mail on top of the television
It wasn't until she tore open the envelope, and its
contents spilled out, that a horrified gasp escaped
her throat. Sarah's hand flew to her mouth and her face
flushed crimson. Her heart hammered like that of a captive
bird as she clutched the letter with trembling hands.
DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled
message read. THINK ABOUT IT, SWEET SARAH. BECAUSE YOU'LL
SOON BE HEARING FROM ME AGAIN!
A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to
retrieve the photographs that had fallen to the floor.
Pictures Sarah had hoped, desperately, that she would
never see again, that she had tried to shove into some
dark and distant corner of her mind. Still, there had
always been that nagging fear that someday, they would
turn up again to threaten her happiness. As Sarah lifted
the lurid photos, her hands trembled, for she knew that
that dreaded someday had arrived! The sordid past she
had tried to escape had finally caught up with her,
threatening to rob her of all that she held so dear.
Her beloved husband Mike and their precious daughter
Mike loved Sarah, trusted her, held her on a pedestal.
"My sweet Sarah," he often whispered as he
held her close. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world
to have a wonderful wife like you!"
Every time Mike uttered those words, Sarah felt a
wave of guilt ripple through her, for she was not as
sweet and innocent as her husband imagined. And the
tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent prayer that
her past would remain buried. She feared that Mike would
be hopelessly disillusioned if he ever learned the ugly
truth, that the wife he held in such high esteem had
posed for pornographic photos before they were married!
Sarah had agonized countless times over the possibility
of Mike's discovery of her sordid past, wondering what
would happen if that fearful day should ever arrive.
And she always came up with the same frightening answer.
"He'll divorce me," she whispered to the
empty room, her hand clutching her constricted throat.
"And take my darling Jill away from me, declare
me an unfit mother!" The mere thought of that occurring
made Sarah's lips tremble and her green eyes fill with
tears. She loved her husband and daughter with all her
heart. They were Sarah's whole world now. They had completely
filled the emptiness that had settled after her mother's
death five years before. Sarah had not really begun
to live until she met Mike. The four years of their
marriage, despite its problems, had been the happiest
Sarah had ever known. And little Jill was the precious
living product of their love. The twenty-three-year-old
felt her heart wrench with pain as she clutched the
anonymous letter in her shaking hand, for she could
not bear to lose either one of them.
Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her
mouth dry as she stared at the lewd poses she had participated
in before she met Mike. Who had finally unveiled the
ugly truth about her, unearthed the dark secret that
Sarah had tried, all these years, to keep hidden? That
she had needed money so desperately during the final
months of her mother's lengthy illness, that she had
reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex acts in front
of a camera.
Sarah had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling,
but she had no other choice. Her modest secretarial
salary just would not stretch to cover the skyrocketing
bills resulting from her mother's illness. When she
had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and curvaceous
Sarah was told that she was not at all suitable for
modeling clothes, for her eye-catching figure was far
Not long afterward, Sarah saw the newspaper advertisement
for a photographer's model. MUST BE ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE
GOOD FIGURE, the ad stated. Sarah answered the ad eagerfy.
When she heard how well the job paid, her spirits soared.
Especially when the photographer assured her that she
was perfect for the type of modeling he needed. The
new medicine that the doctor had prescribed for her
mother's pain was so expensive that Sarah worried about
how she was going to manage to have it refilled. There
were no other relatives to turn to for financial assistance,
and her mother was solely dependent on Sarah. Landing
this lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer to
her financial problems.
It was not until she actually showed up for her first
session before the camera, that Sarah discovered just
what type of modeling the job entailed. At first, she
was tempted to walk out and never return. The things
she was expected to do made her cheeks flush crimson.
Then she remembered, with a sick feeling in the pit
of her stomach, that she had just received another lofty
medical bill the day before for laboratory tests her
mother had required. To add to her problems, she was
almost out of the expensive pain-killing drug that her
mother needed to lessen the agony of the dreaded killer
disease ravishing her wasted body. And Sarah knew, with
a heavy feeling of resignation, that she had no choice
in the matter. She needed money desperately and this
was the only way she could get it. I'll do it for mother,
she told herself as she started to remove her clothing.
And no one need ever know!
That had been five years ago. Death had claimed her
mother just a few months after Sarah had begun her secret,
part-time modeling. When her mother died, Sarah quit
her extra job immediately. With her mother's insurance
money, she was able to clear up the remainder of the
staggering medical bills. Trying to put what she had
done out of necessity out of her mind, Sarah never stepped
in front of the camera again. She was not proud of what
she had done, but Sarah knew that it had been unavoidable.
She would do it again, if she had the opportunity to
go backward in time, because she received some small
comfort from the knowledge that her beloved mother had
suffered far less because of the money Sarah had earned
from her secret and sordid job. It's all in the past
now, Sarah tried to tell herself, as she concentrated
solely on her secretarial position. And no one need
Six months later, she had met Mike McBride and he
more than compensated for the unhappiness she'd known
during the trying time of her mother's terminal illness.
After a whirlwind courtship, they became husband and
wife. Now, after caring for her mother for so long,
Sarah finally had someone to look after her. Six years
her senior, Mike treated her as though she were made
of spun glass. He proved to be everything a woman could
ask for in a husband. Well, almost everything.
The only quality really missing from their relationship
was sexual fulfillment. Although Sarah found her two-hundred-pound,
six-foot husband extremely attractive, something was
definitely lacking in their marriage bed. Mike was a
gentle, considerate lover, but not very demanding or
adventuresome. He treated Sarah like some fragile china
doll, and somehow Sarah longed for more. Although she
hated herself for her lustful thoughts, the pretty brunette
found herself thinking, longingly, about some of the
lewd sexual activities she'd engaged in during her brief,
secret modeling career. The men who were her partners
had been strangers to her, but still, Sarah recalled
with ripples of both excitement and shame, she had responded
to their touch. She had been instructed to portray pleasure
in front of the camera and Sarah did as she was told.
Only she knew that the response she displayed was often
genuine, that she secretly enjoyed the lustful acts
she was performing for money.
I must be oversexed, Sarah often thought, her cheeks
burning with shame.
Sarah found herself thinking that often after she
and Mike were married. If our sex life is enough for
Mike, why can't it be enough for me? she often wondered.
Sarah dreamed, in vain, about the day that she would
know complete and total satisfaction after their lovemaking.
Instead, the well-stacked brunette felt a vague dissatisfaction.
Just once, she wished that Mike would take her roughly
and savagely pound his big pole of masculinity into
her cock-hungry cunt, making her gasp with both pleasure
and pain. She secretly fantasized about hearing him
use the same coarse language that the actors used during
the pornographic sessions, of having him cry out to
her in wild abandon instead of remaining silent while
they made love.
Sarah found herself wishing that her husband would
demand that she suck his cock the way she had sucked
the big pricks that had been rammed in her throat as
the camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for
the male models she had worked with, Sarah had liked
the feel of their warm meat in her mouth. During her
brief career, she had learned to suck cock with admirable
expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast and
hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth.
Sarah did not have to pretend when she felt their torrid
cargo explode in her mouth. The lustful gleam in her
eyes was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot
juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was
real when her male partners fucked her with gusto, cramming
their merciless rods into her heated cunt from every
imaginable position. Sarah had learned a great deal
during her brief but torrid career. Not only about sex
but about herself. And she inwardly feared that she
might be oversexed.
She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Mike
McBride would put a stop to the secret longings of her
ripe body, that her husband would be the passionate
and demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Mike had
proved to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sarah
reached a climax when her husband made love to her,
hers was a shallow response, a mere mild fluttering
within her saturated vaginal walls. And Sarah yearned
for so much more!
The thought of cheating on Mike, however, never entered
the shapely brunette's mind. Sarah devoted herself to
her husband with the same fervor she'd dedicated herself
to her mother. The happiness of those she loved always
came first with Sarah. That's why she never told Mike
of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires. First
of all, she did not want to hurt his masculine pride
by intimating that he was lacking as far as his sexual
prowess was concerned. Second, Sarah was convinced that
Mike preferred her to remain passive in bed, that he
wanted her to play the role of the sweet, innocent wife
in every aspect of their marriage, so she remained silent.
And she turned to a vibrator to satisfy the secret cravings
of her frustrated pussy.
She kept the plastic pseudo-prick hidden in her dresser
drawer. It was only when she was alone that she used
the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of
her heated cunt. Then, Sarah would spread her legs and
send the penis-shaped piece of plastic far into her
leaking aperture, shoving it in and out with the gusto
she wished Mike would show during their lovemaking.
It was then, and only then, that the voluptuous brunette
would cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare
cry out with her husband.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she would gasp, her
legs trembling as she masturbated with vigor. "Harder,
deeper!" she'd beg, thrilling to the forceful penetrations
of the whirling vibrator. "Fuck my cunt!"
she'd cry, pretending that her husband was screwing
her the way she secretly wished that he would. Although
the vibrating sex-gadget did not take the place of a
real, live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sarah's
frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other
men for fulfillment of her lusty sexual appetite.
Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid
photos of herself which had come in the morning mail,
she felt a tension building in her luscious body. Her
temples throbbing as she wondered about the anonymous
sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And now that
this blackmailer was on to her, what did he or she want?
Sarah grew tense, for she had no way of paying off
a blackmailer. She had no money of her own at all. Even
though she had been the sole beneficiary of her mother's
insurance policy, the woman's monumental medical bills
had consumed every penny. And Mike gave just a small
personal allowance in addition to her household money.
Scarcely enough to grease a greedy palm. Mike just didn't
make that kind of money. Although they lived comfortably
on the profits of his small television repair shop,
it required careful budgeting.
How can I silence him? Sarah wondered, her teeth sinking
into her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood.
Sarah did not know the answer to her dilemma. But as
her eyes passed over the painfully familiar photographs
she'd received in the morning mail, the lovely brunette
knew that she would do anything she possibly could to
keep her beloved husband from seeing those pictures.
And she also knew that she had been living on borrowed
time. The four years of happiness she had known with
Mike had come to an abrupt end, while a private hell
had just begun. She was now at the mercy of some unknown
and unscrupulous individual, one who possessed the frightening
power to destroy her marriage!
As Sarah viewed each pornographic pose from her past,
she became aware of another kind of tension mounting
within. Along with her trepidation, she felt an undeniable
sexual excitement course through her. Although she was
ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop the ripples
of desire from washing over her body.
One photograph showed Sarah naked and bent, sprawled
before a male who was denuded of all but a lascivious
expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her
widely stretched mouth. The voluptuous brunette licked
her full lips as she gazed at the photo, remembering
how good that warm joint had felt inside her receptive
oral cavity. The rapturous expression on her face was
genuine as she sucked obediently for the cameraman.
Sarah recalled the unmatched bittersweet flavor of masculine
juices against her tongue ... and her mouth watered.
How thrilled she would be if one day her good-looking,
well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way
the model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her
to go down on him and take his rampaging cock fully
in her prick-hungry mouth.
Sarah's voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as
she breathed harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she turned
to another photo, her pussy fluttering wildly at the
shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes grew dreamy
as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself
lying on a kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals flowered
boldly before the camera, their pink folds swollen and
glistening with the nectar of her arousal as the handsome
face of a male model nestled between her obscenely outspread
legs. His pointed tongue stretched forward, its wet
tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.
Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sarah recalled
as she looked at the familiar photo. She remembered
how she had begged him to keep on licking her cunt even
when the camera had stopped clicking. Before they had
moved on to another lurid pose, Sarah had grabbed her
partner's head and held it between her outstretched,
trembling legs, pleading with him to make her cum! She
felt a slow warmth steal across her pelvis as she remembered
how the man had accommodated her, flicking his raspy
tongue back and forth and up and down until she cried
out in sweet release, her hips bucking as she slammed
up and down upon the table.
Sighing, Sarah recalled how that had been the very
first time she had ever had her pussy eaten. At first,
she had been shocked when the cameraman unleashed his
instructions, ordering her up on the table. The thought
of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle
between her widely splayed legs had filled the big-
busted brunette with revulsion. That is, until she felt
the first touch of his warmly wet tongue against her
lewdly parted pussy. Sarah remembered too how she had
gasped, how her bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks
of excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she had
split her legs as far as possible and moaned with pleasure
at this new and marvelous physical sensation. Even the
cameraman had teased her afterward, saying that she
was either a tremendous actress or she had had the time
of her life. After that, Sarah secretly yearned for
that type of pose, and she surrendered herself completely
to the ensuing lewd acts.
How many times had Sarah longed for the feel of Mike's
tongue between her open legs. So many times when Sarah
had had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, from
begging her husband to eat her throbbing, tongue- hungry
pussy. For she felt certain that such a plea would shock
and disgust Mike, would shatter the false image he had
created, the one of the sweet and innocent young wife.
The next morning, Sarah would wait until Jill was
either at nursery school or sleeping. Then she would
close and lock her bedroom door so that she could lie
naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy lewdly
parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated
cunt. As she would work her fingers back and forth,
the wet sounds of her saturated membranes filling the
empty room, the lovely brunette pretended that it was
her husband's tongue making those delicious slurping
She would let her masturbating fingers bring her naked
body to a feverish pitch just short of actual orgasm.
Then she would remove her hand from between her parted
legs to let the peak of mounting excitement fade. Again
and again, she would bring herself to a point close
to orgasm before pulling her hand away. After teasing
herself over and over, she finally would let her fingers
punish her wet pussy until she reached fulfillment.
"Eat me, eat my cunt!" she'd scream as she
climaxed, her hips jerking wildly as she bucked up and
down in wild abandon.
Sarah's hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she felt
a warm trickle dampen the crotch of her panties as she
turned to another photo. A soft moan escaped her lips
as she saw herself sitting naked on top of a good- looking
man. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth hung open,
as he sent his huge prick far into the creamy recesses
of her tunnel of love. Her naked partner had his hands
on Sarah's pale moons, and the sexually aroused brunette
recalled how the man had used her bare asscheeks to
lift her high into the air before he pulled her down
on his towering shaft, ramming his crimson prick into
her sensitive cervix. Sarah could tell by the lustful
expression on her face that the photo had been taken
just as her skillful partner had slammed her body down
on him. Her nipples now rose into twin points beneath
her sweater as she relived the glorious carnal sensations
his pistoning cudgel had created. Being fucked in the
woman-astride position was one of Sarah's favorite poses,
for her partner's prick always seemed so much bigger
as it penetrated her slick canal.
She wished fervently that Mike would fuck her this
way. Her husband's enviable cock was the biggest she'd
ever seen and Sarah often fantasized about having him
enter her while she sat on top of him, her legs spread
and her wet pussy parted. I'll bet Mike's prick would
drive me clean out of my mind if we did it this way,
she speculated as she stared at the photograph she'd
posed for years before. Instead, however, Sarah had
learned to be content with the usual woman-on-bottom,
man-on-top position in her marriage bed. When her secret
needs grew overpowering, she would squat naked and panting
on top of her whirring vibrator, while in the privacy
of her empty bedroom she shoved the make-believe cock
high into nether depths of her cuntal tunnel.
"Oh fuck, fuck!" she'd pant, as she rose
up and down on the plastic sex-gadget, pretending that
it was her husband's hot poker invading her milky channel
Sarah felt still another warm trickle in her panties
as she looked at the final photograph. Her pussy was
pounding furiously now, and her breathing was hot and
ragged. She felt a deep warmth creep up her thighs as
she saw the picture of herself bent over a footstool.
The naked man behind her was pinching and twisting the
fiery nipples of her dangling tits while he rammed his
distended pole of manhood deep into her uplifted vaginal
slit. Letting her tongue slide across her sensual lips,
Sarah remembered, with a hot wave of desire, how good
it had felt to be fucked from the rear. She recalled
how her partner's big testicles had slapped her asscheeks
as he pounded into her, how his punishing fingers had
twisted and squeezed her sensitive nipples as he bore
into her with strength and determination. She saw the
ecstatic look on her face and knew that the expression
she wore was a mere reflection of her carnal pleasure.
There were countless times, during their four years
of marriage, that Sarah secretly yearned for Mike to
make her bend over the side of their bed so that he
could fuck her from behind. It was a wildly thrilling
sensation, one that made her feel womanly and subservient.
She loved being used that way, of having her huge breasts
tortured deliciously, while she was soundly and thoroughly
fucked at the same time. But Mike never forced himself
upon her in that manner.
Instead, Sarah waited until she was alone. Then she
would bend over the bed and shove the plastic vibrator
deep into her hungry pussy, trying to make believe that
it was the cock of the man she loved sliding in and
out of her oily slot.
Now, as she looked at the scandalous photographs of
herself, her lovely body pounded with need. Tense from
both apprehension and desire, the voluptuous brunette
wished fervently that things were different between
herself and her husband, that their physical relationship
was more earthy and candid. Then she would feel free
to phone Mike at the television repair shop and ask
him to come home for an unscheduled sex break. How comforting
it would be to find release in her husband's arms at
a moment like this. But Sarah felt certain that Mike
would be appalled at such a bold suggestion from his
wife ... especially when it came in the middle of the
No, better she turn to the plastic pacifier she kept
hidden in her dresser drawer for just such occasions.
Her luscious body burning with need, the shapely dark-haired
young wife carried the photos of herself into the bedroom
and placed them on the bed. She walked over to the dresser,
her hand trembling as she reached into her lingerie
drawer to remove the vibrator. Sighing tremulously,
she lifted her skirt and tugged at her panties, quickly
stepping out of them. Breathing hard, she lay down on
the bed with her skirt shoved up around her slender
waist while she spread her stockinged legs far apart.
The black of her garters stood out in stark contrast
against the exposed portions of the pale, smooth thighs
above her nylon stockings.
She aimed the fake cock at the creamy slit nestled
among the wet folds of her parted coralline crevice,
then reached for the lurid photos. She held them in
her hand in fanlike fashion, so that she could view
all the obscene poses at once while she masturbated.
She felt the warmth of her heavily flowing love syrup
trickle from her creamy aperture to trickle down the
softness of her inner thigh as she held the sex-toy
close to her steaming cunt. Viewing the pornographic
photos increased her excitement and her split thighs
trembled in hot anticipation as she brought the vibrator
forward. She sighed as the softly rounded tip touched
her sensitive inner pussy tissues, then gasped with
pleasure as the end of the vibrator slickly found its
way into her throbbing vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, turning the button
on so that the penislike apparatus vibrated thrillingly
as she plunged it deep into her spongy canal. Gluing
her eyes to the lewd photos she'd posed for, she gently
shoved the whirring vibrator in and out, then increasing
the strength and tempo of her movements. "Oh fuck
me, fuck me!" she moaned, her hips rising in heated
response as she pretended it was a real live prick sliding
in and out of her with such marvelous force. Her lust
fanned by the obscene poses before her half-closed eyes,
she pushed the pseudo-prick in with gusto, feeling it
bump against the mouth of her womb. A hot burst of pain
shot through her, quickly followed by waves of searing
pleasure. "Deeper, harder!" she cried, her
hips whirling in excited little circles as the plastic
vibrator flew in and out of her creamy aperture. The
fake cock was heavily coated with the oils of her arousal
now, and her wet pussy clung longingly to the gadget
each time she withdrew its length only to shove it back
in again. Oh, it felt so wonderful to have her cunt
fucked the way she longed for Mike to screw her. Hard
and deep and demanding. Her wildly throbbing pussy secreted
even more of its thick sap, so that the vibrator was
thickly coated with her feminine juices. Sarah felt
her sexual excitement rise to a feverish pitch and she
knew that an orgasm was imminent.
With well-practiced expertise, she quickly withdrew
the false prick from her saturated cavern to allow the
waves of carnal pleasure to diminish within her heated
cunt. She did not want to climax just yet. The penislike
structure she held in her hand felt far too good to
have this session in self-stimulation end prematurely.
She turned the vibrator off and lay the cream-coated
sex-toy on the bed to struggle with her sweater. She
pushed it up above her voluminous breasts, then turned
sideways so that she could unhook her lacy bra. She
lifted the frilly undergarment from her enormous tits
and shoved it upward, freeing her twin spheres of femininity.
Her rosy nipples tightened into bright rosettes at the
sudden contact with air.
Gazing at the photos she held in her left hand, Sarah's
right hand found its way to her boobs. "Mmmmmmmmm,"
she murmured as she let her fingers trail across her
firm creamy flesh. She recalled, with a tremor of excitement,
how thoroughly her huge tits had been sucked and fondled
during her brief and secret modeling career. As she
looked at the photos of herself now, she remembered
how the photographer would instruct her male partners
to suck on Sarah's nipples good and hard, treating each
one to the pleasures of a warm mouth and drawing tongue.
After a good workover, Sarah's mammoth breasts would
look even more tempting for the camera, for their bright
nipples would be fiery red, distended, and glistening
with saliva, while the firm mounds of pale flesh encircling
them rose into twin hills of luscious womanhood.
How Sarah secretly wished that Mike would go at her
big boobs with greater gusto. Although he fondled and
caressed them, occasionally nipping lightly at their
uplifted tips, he treated the pale globes much too fragilely
for Sarah's liking. Many was the time when she was tempted
to cry out to her husband, to plead with him to grab
her breasts forcefully, to suck at them until she cried
out for mercy. She'd learned how marvelous it feels
to have a warm, demanding mouth tug at the bright rosettes
topping her firm mounds, and she longed for a repeat
performance from her husband. Just as she inwardly yearned
to have him squeeze her ivory hills of flesh with urgent
hands rather than caress them lightly as he always did
when they made love. Sarah was tired of being treated
as if she was made of spun glass instead of warm flesh
and blood. But she loved Mike far too much to risk hurting
him by criticizing his techniques in the bedroom. Instead,
she remained silent, trying to content herself with
his timid caresses. When her need became too great,
as it was right now, Sarah tried to vent her frustration
by fondling her breasts herself in the privacy of her
Her full mouth open and breathing hard, she attacked
her bright nipples. Her hand moved quickly from one
tit to the other, squeezing and pinching the rosy tips.
The tender flesh grew rigid under her touch, rising
into the air like two hot needles. She arched her back
so that her twin hills of femininity rose even more
invitingly, their crimson tips rising hotly, responding
enthusiastically to her self-manipulation. "Suck
my tits!" she said, panting as her fingers pinched
and pulled on each uplifted rosette, her hand flying
back and forth to give each firm mound equal time. When
her ample tits were well-stimulated, she abandoned them
to clutch the vibrator once again.
"Fuck, damn you, fuck!" she cried, sending
the plastic mechanism into her palpitating canal with
fervor. Her hips rose in quick response when she felt
the object ram her tender cervix, sending hot bursts
of glorious sensation coursing through her. Panting,
she flicked on the button so that she would be further
treated by steady vibrations of the cock-like structure
sailing in and out of her saturated slot. "Don't
stop!" she begged, fantasizing while she fucked
herself. "Keep fucking! Harder, faster!" In
and out the whirring vibrator moved. Wet sucking sounds
accompanied her heavy breathing and her soaked pussy
tissues clung wetly to the sex-toy upon each withdrawal.
Her eyes thick- lidded and glazed, she kept staring
at the lurid photos, her passion mounting. When she
felt herself rising, heading for that marvelous peak
of carnal pleasure, Sarah wanted to withdraw the vibrator,
to forestall the ultimate moment of pleasure. But the
whirling mechanism felt so marvelous sliding in and
out of her steaming cunt that she could not stop. "Fuck,
fuck!" she shrieked, shoving it in with frenzy
while her hips whirled crazily. Suddenly bright bursts
of color exploded within her as she reached the apex
of carnal joy. "Aghhhhhhh," she cried. Her
pelvis bucking, she pushed the whirring object in as
hard and as deep as she could, ramming it into the mouth
of her womb while she climaxed.
At last, the sweating brunette let her hips fall onto
the mattress while she lay panting. Her lust temporarily
sated, she turned off the vibrator and closed her eyes,
sighing dreamily, her big breasts spread out into soft
hills of satisfaction, and their bright nipples flattened
into contented circles. If a mere vibrator felt this
marvelous, how much better it would feel to have the
man she adored fuck her like that! Sarah felt certain,
however, that Mike's libido was simply smaller than
hers, that he found sexual satisfaction much more easily
than she. He seemed perfectly content with their lovemaking,
while she had to resort to self-stimulation when her
secret frustration became too great.
Still, Mike's a good man, she quickly reminded herself,
ashamed of the fact that she found fault with the man
she loved. And a perfect husband. Even if Sarah did
have to masturbate now and then, she was still a very
lucky woman to have a wonderful man like Mike McBride.
Especially with her lurid past! Now that her passion
was spent, Sarah regained her senses and she looked
at the obscene photos of herself with fear and revulsion.
She sat up and straightened the bed, then hooked her
bra and reached down for her strewn panties.
She carried the heavily coated vibrator and the four
photographs into the bathroom. First the curvaceous
young woman cleansed the sex-gadget of her milky feminine
secretions and set it on the sink. Then she lifted the
photos and ripped them into a myriad of tiny pieces,
her fingers moving with quick angry motions. A look
of satisfaction crossed her pretty face as she saw the
fragments flutter into the toilet. With a determined
jerk of her hand, she flushed the toilet, sending the
torn pictures into the sewer where they belonged. Even
though she was certain that the person who had sent
them to her could easily obtain more, at least this
particular set was destroyed and could not accidentally
be discovered by the man she loved. For Sarah felt certain
that her beloved Mike would have nothing more to do
with her if he ever learned of her sordid past.
How will I ever manage to silence the person who sent
these to me? she agonized, biting her lip as she watched
the water churn in the toilet bowl. The most I can manage
is a few dollars a week!
While Sarah returned to her bedroom to conceal the
vibrator in the bottom of her dresser drawer, it had
never occurred to her distressed mind that the anonymous
blackmailer wanted something she never suspected. The
man was greedy, all right ... and unscrupulous as well.
But the lovely brunette would soon learn that he lusted
for something that would humiliate and degrade her far
more than it would if he were merely hungry for money!
Sarah hoped that her secret fears and guilt would
not show at the dinner table that evening. She was grateful
to little Jill for maintaining a lively three- year-old
flow of chatter throughout the meal, diverting her husband's
attention. After they had eaten and Sarah was clearing
off the table, Mike suddenly announced that he was going
"You don't mind if I go to the Brewery for a
couple of hours, do you, hon?" he asked, smiling
at his wife.
Sarah felt a stab of disappointment. She did mind
when Mike went to the small tavern on the edge of town.
Even though she knew it was just his way of unwinding
now and then, she knew from experience that he would
stay away much longer than a couple of hours. He would
come home late with the smell of beer on his breath
when he fell into bed. Although he never actually got
drunk, he always came home exhausted. Too exhausted
to make love to her even when she waited up for him.
Sarah secretly wished that the man she married would
turn to her for release from his tensions instead of
to a local tavern. Then maybe she would not need a vibrator
But Sarah did not voice any of her thoughts. Playing
the role of the sweet and agreeable wife, she smiled
sweetly. "Of course not, Mike," she told him,
carrying a stack of dishes to the sink. "You work
hard all day and it would do you good to get out for
a while and relax."
Looking pleased, the burly man with the blond wavy
hair gave her a quick hug. "You're wonderful, Sarah,"
he said, kissing her cheek. "How many men are lucky
enough to have a wife like you! Most of them have to
beg for a night out. And even then, their wives resent
I resent it, too! Sarah thought to herself, running
water into the sink. I'd much rather you stay home and
unwind in bed! But she kept a pleasant expression on
her face while pouring dishwashing liquid into the sink.
"I'll get Jill ready for bed before I leave,"
Mike offered, leading their raven-haired daughter by
the hand. "Then you can just relax and watch TV."
He started out of the room, then turned, remembering
something. "Oh yeah. I've got Gene's TV set out
in the truck. I'll bring it in before I go. Gene said
he'll stop by and pick it up tomorrow morning."
Sarah heard the delighted innocent laughter of their
daughter as Mike made a game of getting the child into
her night clothes. But she did not smile at the lighthearted
sounds of their playfulness. Instead, she felt a flicker
of annoyance the way she always did whenever her brother-in-law's
name was mentioned. She disliked Mike's younger brother
intensely. Although she managed to conceal the intensity
of her emotion from her husband, Sarah felt certain
that his nineteen-year-old brother Gene sensed the animosity
that Sarah harbored toward him. She did her best to
be polite to her husband's tall, lanky brother but she
had to force herself to do so. Everything about Gene
disgusted her. The way he leered at her when Mike wasn't
looking, the way he took advantage of his older brother's
good- natured generosity and affection. Sarah had lost
track of the amount of money the boy now owed them.
Whenever she mentioned the unpaid loans to Mike, however,
he merely laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
"Gene's still a kid," he always apologized.
"So he forgets to pay me back now and then. It's
no big deal."
Maybe it didn't mean much to Mike but it mattered
to Sarah. She just didn't like the way Gene used his
older brother, ignoring him for weeks when he was caught
up in his own activities, then showing up again with
a phony grin whenver he needed something. Whether it
was a time-consuming favor or a quick loan, Mike always
indulged his younger brother.
"Maybe I do spoil Gene a little," Mike once
admitted after shelling out the fine for his brother's
latest traffic violation. "But I practically raised
him singlehandedly after our folks died, Sarah. Somehow
I guess I still feel responsible for him."
But Sarah felt that young Gene would stand on his
own two feet more if Mike didn't keep making things
so easy for him. Like fixing his television set. Sarah
was certain that Gene would forget to pay his brother
for services rendered. Just as he always forgot to repay
loans. It wasn't as if Gene didn't earn good money on
his graveyard shift at the factory. Gene shared a small
studio apartment with a friend named Lenny and still
had plenty of money to spare after expenses were met.
But Gene squandered his paycheck on good times, always
running to his older brother when things got tight and
his wallet was not quite so well padded.
And now he was coming over tomorrow morning. Sighing
heavily, Sarah hoped that he would not sit around and
gab, keeping her from her work. She liked to make the
best possible use of the hours that Jill spent at the
nursery school so that she could play with her daughter
in the afternoon. Well, if Gene looked like he was going
to park himself all morning, Sarah would just have to
invent some excuse to get rid of him.
Sarah had the dishes done by the time Mike returned
from their daughter's bedroom. "She's all set to
watch television with her mommy," Mike said with
a smile when he joined Sarah in the kitchen. "I'll
go get Gene's television set, then head for the Brewery."
After her husband had left, Sarah sat beside her small
daughter on the livingroom couch, trying to concentrate
on the musical variety show she had turned on. But her
troubled thoughts kept turning to the disturbing letter
she'd received that morning, along with the revealing
photographs of herself. She wished, with a heaviness
of heart, that Mike had not chosen this particular evening
to go out for a few beers. She knew that without his
companionship, she would spend the entire evening brooding
about her secret dilemma once Jill was tucked in for
the night. Then she felt a ripple of guilt for her selfishness.
Mike really did deserve a night out with the boys occasionally,
she reminded herself sternly. After all, he was only
engaging in a little harmless recreation to help him
relax after a hard day's work.
As Sarah sat beside her young daughter, holding the
child's small hand in hers, the lovely brunette was
secure in the belief that Mike was doing nothing more
than going out to spend a few hours shooting the breeze
with the fellow patrons of the Brewery.
Because she trusted her beloved husband implicitly,
Sarah never once suspected that in a few short minutes,
the man she adored would be pounding his fiery prick
into the well-trodden cunt of a hard-faced platinum
blonde named Lil. A woman who knew Sarah's husband in
all the intimate and carnal ways that Sarah herself
secretly yearned for!
* * *
Mike McBride had told his wife only half the truth
when he said that he was going to the Brewery for a
few beers. What he failed to add was the fact that he
often shared the foamy brew with a bleached blonde divorcee
who was usually occupying a stool at the bar. On the
nights that Mike showed up, however, Lil downed her
drinks faster than usual for she was in just as big
a hurry as Mike was to get to her apartment.
After consuming their usual quota of alcohol, Mike
and Lil left the bar arm in arm. Minutes later, they
were sprawled in the middle of the divorcee's bed, their
naked bodies intertwined. The sounds of their heavy
breathing filled the air as Mike lay on top of her,
his distended prick poking the barfly's heavy thigh.
He bent over her bosom, kneading her ample tits while
he sucked greedily at one of her ruby nipples. His swollen
testicles churning under the weight of their heavy load,
he went at her big boobs with the fervor he dared not
display at home. Mike had hungered for the taste of
a savory mound of flesh for days now. If he had waited
uch longer to satisfy his lustful urges, he was afraid
that he might have lost control of himself with Sarah
and gone after his wife's luscious breasts the way he
was now devouring Lil's. And Mike did not want that
to happen. His wife was far different from Lil. Sarah
was not the kind of woman that a man handled roughly.
His Sarah was sweet and good and decent, the kind of
woman a man cherished and respected.
Mike always held himself in check whenever he and
Sarah made love, being careful not to let his animal
lust get the best of him. By exercising the utmost self-control,
Mike managed to make love to his wife gently, tenderly,
the way Mike felt that she both deserved and expected
to be treated. It was when his frustration became overpowering,
that he turned to earthy women like Lil. The hard-faced
blonde under him liked being handled roughly, for her
sexual appetite was as voracious as any man's. With
someone like Lil, Mike could relax and let himself go
sexually. Although he hated himself for cheating on
his beloved Sarah, he had little choice in the matter.
He loved his wife with all his heart but she did not
satisfy all his sexual needs. Every so often, the young
husband felt as if he would explode if he did not go
out and find the kind of woman who would welcome the
kind of sex he secretly hungered for. A lusty man-hungry
gal like Lil.
"Mmmmmmmmm, that feels gooood," Lil moaned,
arching her back in an effort to offer Mike even more
of her vast hills of femininity. Her heavily mascaraed
eyes glazed with lust, the overweight divorcee let her
hands slide down Mike's smooth muscular back and over
the curve of his bare buttocks. Sighing, she squeezed
his pale asscheeks with enthusiasm, loving the feel
of his firm flesh under her fingers. She ran her finger
up the hairy crack of his ass, noting with satisfaction
that her quick unexpected caress made gooseflesh appear
on his nude body.
Although she was glad to be rid of her abusive ex-
husband, Lil missed having a built-in sex partner. That's
why she frequented the local tavern several nights a
week. If she sat at the bar long enough, she could usually
count on finding some eager cock willing to ram her
hungry pussy. And Mike McBride was not only one of her
regular cocksmen but he was also one of her favorites.
The big burly Irishman really knew how to take care
of a woman in the sack. He always gave her oversize
boobs a great going over, using his hands and his mouth
in ways that kept her happy for days. Although she was
sometimes bruised and sore after one of their heated
sessions, it was well worth the small price.
Now, as he squeezed and sucked at her mammoth tits,
hot bursts of sensation coursed through her, making
the blonde writhe with pleasure. Her pussy leaking profusely,
it pounded out its hunger with a persistent beat. Her
free-flowing cuntal juices oozed from her throbbing
aperture to stain the bedsheet. She knew from experience
how deliciously big Mike's luscious prick was and the
knowledge that tonight she was in for an extra special
treat added to her excitement.
At last Mike lifted his fair head from her bosom.
Breathing hard, he rolled over on his back, his towering
shaft reaching for the ceiling. "Get on top of
me, baby," he panted, "and have yourself a
go at my prick!"
Lil gazed at his towering shaft with adoring eyes.
"You bet I will, sweetie!" she quickly agreed,
licking her lips. Rising eagerly, she lifted a heavy
leg to straddle his naked body, her well-padded asscheeks
looming in front of Mike's handsome face. Grabbing the
thick base of his swollen spear, the bleached blonde
lowered her head, her mouth watering. She loved to suck
on a cock almost as much as she loved to feel one crowd
her pussy. The taste of a warm hunk of meat in her mouth
made her entire body tingle. It wasn't often, however,
that she got the chance to sample an oversize prick
like Mike's. The mere thought of sucking on his tasty
manhood made her oozing cunt flutter in anticipation.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, opening her mouth
greedily while she brought her head all the way down
to meet his bubbling joint.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Mike sighed, thrilling to the
feel of her wet mouth encircling his hot poker. In seconds,
the pudgy blonde had consumed the full length of his
masculinity so that the oozing knoblike tip rammed the
back of her throat. Once her widely stretched mouth
had devoured every possible inch, the blonde began to
suck vigorously. Fiery bursts of carnal pleasure tore
through Mike's throbbing penis at the feel of her drawing
tongue. "Oh, baby!" he gasped, lifting his
hips in quick response. "That's gooood! Keep suckin'!"
Encouraged by his praise, the plump divorcee sucked
with even greater vigor, her head moving up and down
enthusiastically. While she clutched the stump of his
cock with one hand, she reached down to fondle his prickly
sacs with the other. Mike felt his swollen balls churn
under her firm touch. Christ, Lil sure can suck cock!
he thought, breathing heavily. Her dangling tits dancing
merrily as she bobbed up and down, Lil's cheeks billowed
in and out.
Good ol' Lil! Mike thought, surrendering himself completely
to her vigorous suckings. With a gal like her, a man
can really let go!
"Suck, suck!" he cried, letting his inhibitions
run wild. After holding back with his wife all the time,
it felt great to let loose like this. His hot prick
pounding and his balls churning while she went at him
with gusto, Mike gazed up at the divorcee's widespread
cunt. He saw the creaminess of her gaping pussy, the
way her bright clitoris rose in excited splendor, beckoning
invitingly. He reached up to stroke her soft thighs
while his long tongue darted out to titillate the inflamed
bud of femininity. The small penislike structure grew
even more rigid under his manipulations and the blonde's
wide ass bucked in heated response.
Lil suddenly released her masculine treasure to gasp
for air. "Oh, Mike honey!" she cried, wiggling
her hips. "Eat my pussy, sweetie! Oh, I need your
mouth on my cunt!" When she felt Mike's wet tongue
respond to her wanton plea, she shuddered, her lewdly
parted pussy secreting even more profusely. Oh, his
wet mouth felt so good against her steaming cunt! Moaning
happily, she lowered her head once again to resume her
vigorous sucking, her mouth working feverishly in an
effort to reward him for the way his oral member was
swirling so magnificently between her outspread legs.
The pungent taste of Mike's precoital juices on her
tongue stimulated her all the more. Nearly out of her
mind with passion, the plump divorcee rose up and down
on his fiery shaft with unsurpassed dedication. "Mmmmmmmph!
Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted. The dual pleasure of feeling
Mike's mammoth rod crowd her mouth while his merciless
tongue ravished her pounding cunt proved overpowering.
Suddenly the naked blonde moaned as if in delirium,
her big ass bucking wildly, making Mike's head flip
like that of a puppet on a string as his relentless
tongue swirled high in her slick vagina. As she bucked
in heated orgasm, mewling and grunting, her mouth and
tongue tugged at her partner's hot pole of masculinity
with the fervor of a mad woman.
The taste of her oozing feminine juices on his tongue
as well as the merciless way she was devouring his wildly
throbbing prick made Mike's heated pelvis whirl frantically.
Lowering his head from her pulsating, climaxing cunt,
he panted, his breath coming hot and heavy. His balls
were churning and his fiery shaft was about to explode.
"Oh Christ!" he gasped, his fingers digging
cruelly into the divorcee's widely split thighs. "I'm
cummmming! Aghhhhhhh!" His hips jerking, he felt
his steaming juices erupt in Lil's mouth while wave
after wave of carnal sensation tore through his sweating
body. He felt her hand squeeze tightly around the base
of his ejaculating organ as she eagerly devoured his
hot semen, her throat working rapidly as she swallowed
again and again. When at last his jerking penis had
shot its entire wad, the platinum blonde lifted her
head from his spent organ and collapsed on top of him.
As the panting couple struggled to catch their breath,
Mike's thoughts suddenly turned to his lovely wife Sarah.
If being sucked off by a slut like Lil could bring him
such pleasure, how much more thrilling it would be if
his young wife would give him a good blow job. Instantly
ashamed of his lewd thoughts, Mike silently berated
himself. His sweet Sarah would be shocked and disgusted
if he ever suggested such an act to her! To even think
of the woman he loved while a tramp like Lil was lying
naked and sprawled on top of him was contemptible! Alarmed
by his salacious thoughts, Mike decided that he better
make sure that he fucked away to his heart's content
tonight so that he did not dare approach his sweet homemaker
in any way that might frighten or disgust her. Better
he satisfy himself with a woman who welcomed rough and
vigorous sex ... like good ol' Lil!
"What d'ya say, Lil baby?" Mike asked in
a husky voice, running his finger down the length of
her saturated slit. "Do you think you can suck
some life back into me so we can go another round or
Lil's puffy, sperm-coated mouth stretched into a lascivious
grin as she lifted her leg and rolled over. "You
bet, sweetie," she murmured, reaching for his limp
organ. "You can always count on Lil, honey. Just
gimme a few minutes and I'll have this baby nice and
stiff again!" With that, she lowered her head and
drew his spent penis into her receptive mouth. Her cheeks
working in and out, she sucked vigorously, pausing at
intervals to trace maddening circles around the tip
of his cock, dipping down inside to lap up every last
drop of sperm. It wasn't long before the pudgy divorcee
felt the masculine treasure grow within her mouth, becoming
smooth and stiff under her artful ministrations. Her
insatiable pussy began to throb again, eager for more
than the feel of a tongue within its spongy depths.
This time, Lil hungered for the vastness of Mike McBride's
enviable prick inside her cock-hungry vagina. No man
she knew could fuck her with such strength and determination
as the man whose rapidly expanding joint filled her
Mike grinned, feeling his hot shaft reach full capacity
once again. "You sure know how to suck a prick,
baby!" he complimented, reaching down to give her
heavy asscheek a playful slap. "Now you can spead
those legs of yours so I can shove my big cock into
your hot little pussy!"
More than eager to comply, the naked divorcee rolled
over on her back and split her legs wide, gazing up
at her husky partner with thick-lidded eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm,
I can hardly wait to feel your big prick inside my cunt,"
she murmured, her hands sliding down her abdomen to
grasp her fuzzy triangle. Whimpering, she spread her
cuntal lips apart in a lewd offering, her quivering
canal glistening in readiness. "Hurry and put it
in, honey," she begged, lifting her pelvis while
her hungry cunt throbbed demandingly.
Mike quickly straddled the hard-faced blonde, his
distended hunk of meat scarlet and deeply veined as
it loomed forward. He could feel his balls tighten under
the weight of another steaming load of semen and knew
that he was ready to give the uninhibited divorcee the
brand of fucking she ached for. But first, he wanted
to hear her beg a little.
"Say please, baby," he told her, reaching
down to finger her milky slit.
Lil gasped at the feel of his finger. Splitting her
legs so far apart that her thigh muscles ached, she
looked up at him pleadingly. "Please, Mike,"
she begged, her leaking aperture throbbing deliciously.
"Please fuck me!"
"Do you like my prick?" he teased, dragging
out her obvious discomfort by flicking his thumb across
her wet clitoris.
Moaning, Lil arched her back, the nipples of her enormous
tits rising hotly while her steaming cunt oozed forth
more of its sticky nectar. "Oh yesssssss,"
she agreed, licking her lips. "I love your prick,
honey. Now please! Please fuck me!"
Chuckling triumphantly, Mike withdrew his hand from
her dripping membranes and grabbed her meaty thighs.
Giving her legs a harsh tug, he lifted her hips off
the mattress. The blonde quickly curled her thick legs
around his waist, her leaking aperture poised in readiness.
With a sudden jerk of his hips, Mike sent his crimson
cock deep into her saturated slot. In seconds, he had
completely penetrated her inner depths, the mushroom
tip of his stiff rod bumping against her cervix. He
felt her soaked vaginal walls grasp him eagerly and
heard her cry out at his fierce and swift invasion.
"Feel good, baby?" he asked, breathing hard.
"Oh yesssssss," she moaned, her legs tightening
around his trim waist. "Oh, keep on fuckin'!"
Mike quickly complied, his hands sliding under her
heavy buttocks to lift her wide hips as he pounded into
her. Again and again he lunged forward, his pistoning
shaft crowding her slick vagina with speed and determination.
The wet sucking sounds of her greedy canal could be
heard along with their mutual grunts. "Like the
way I fuck?" Mike demanded, shoving his pulsating
cock deep into her wetly grasping opening as hard as
"Yesssssss," she replied rapturously, her
legs tightening around Mike's sweating body with each
forward lunge, trying to capture every possible inch
of his great phallic length. "Oooooohhh, you're
so biiiig, honey!" she moaned, swirling her hips
in erratic circles. "Oh fuck, fuck!"
Grunting, Mike pounded into the split-legged blonde
again and again, his mushroomlike tip bumping into her
cervix with each swift penetration. His balls were churning
and his body was burning with lust. This was the way
he liked to fuck! Hard and fast and deep! He gloried
to the feel of Lil's legs clinging so tightly to his
waist, the lustful look on her face as she lifted her
pelvis high to meet his forceful invasions. Maybe Lil
was cheap and easy but she sure knew how to fuck! Sweat
ran down Mike's naked body as he tore into her, trickling
down to disappear into the hairy recesses of his asshole.
His huge testicles slapped against her buttocks with
each forward lunge. He withdrew his pounding prick almost
completely before again slamming into her with abandonment.
His mouth hung loosely and his eyes were glassy. The
burly Irishman was fairly mad with lust as he ravaged
her foaming vagina. All else but fucking was blotted
from his passion-crazed mind.
Nothing mattered now but physical sensation. He was
consumed by the fierce throbbing of his fiery rod, the
luscious feel of her grasping wet cunt around his pistoning
shaft. At last his sweating body gave one last forward
jerk before he erupted inside her with volcanic force,
sending searing hot juices splattering against the walls
of her pussy. "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, bucking
and jerking like a madman while his steaming cum kept
Feeling his vast cock explode deep within her secret
depths, Lil quickly joined her partner in orgasm. Grunting
and moaning, their sweating bucking bodies worked together
in frenzied unison as together they reached the apex
of carnal joy until at last their convulsing bodies
* * *
Sarah was sound asleep when Mike tiptoed into their
darkened bedroom. Spent and exhausted, he undressed
as quietly as possible so that he would not awaken the
woman he loved. As he slid into bed beside the lovely
brunette, Mike felt a wave of guilt course through his
body. He was not proud of the fact that he was cheating
on Sarah like this. And he hoped to God that she would
never find out. The thought of losing her was almost
more than he could bear. Still, sleeping around with
other women - the kinds who enjoyed his lusty sexual
desires - was something Mike was convinced he had to
do. It was the only way he could satisfy the strong
physical cravings of his masculinity. His precious Sarah
was so sweet and innocent that he could never fuck her
the way he had fucked Lil tonight. He could dream about
it, of course, fantasize about all the wild and forceful
ways he would like to make love to his wife, but he
could never dare to enact them in reality!
As Mike McBride gazed into the innocent looking face
of his beloved wife, almost childlike in slumber, never
in the man's wildest fantasies could he have imagined
what his beautiful young wife would engage in the very
When the doorbell rang the next morning, Sarah glanced
out the livingroorn window to see her brother- in-law's
red sports car parked out in front. She felt herself
tense while a ripple of distaste coursed through her.
She had never met anyone she disliked more than her
husband's younger brother. Everything about Gene set
her teeth on edge. She answered the door with a grim
look on her face, hoping that Gene would pick up his
television set and leave without stopping to pass the
time of day with her. She hated his boastful manner
and parasitic tendencies. If I don't think of some way
to get rid of him, Gene will invite himself to lunch,
Sarah thought, opening the front door.
Gene stood with his lanky form draped in the doorway,
a cigarette drooping from his sullen lips. He appraised
Sarah's conservative outfit with cold, narrowed eyes.
"Well now," he said in a mocking tone. "Don't
you look sweet this morning!"
Sarah was suddenly self-conscious about her conservative
blouse and skirt. Gene undoubtedly preferred seeing
the opposite sex clad in something sexier, but Sarah
dressed to please her husband. And Mike liked to see
her dressed decently, even around the house. Gene, however,
would probably have preferred to find Sarah in a pair
of tight jeans and a low-cut sweater. Trying to ignore
his thinly veiled sarcasm, Sarah pasted a thin smile
on her face and stepped backward, inviting him in.
"Guess you've come for your television set,"
she said, trying to keep her voice pleasant. She gestured
toward the portable set on the floor. "It's all
ready for you," she went on. "The picture
is really great now. Mike's got it fixed up like new."
Gene took a drag-on his cigarette, glancing at the
set with a bored expression. "Is Jill at nursery
school?" he asked, his pale-blue eyes darting about.
Sarah nodded, grateful that Gene had come while her
daughter was away. Otherwise, he might stop and play
with Jill, staying for hours. The only redeeming quality
about her brother-in-law was the fact that he did seem
genuinely fond of his young niece. The only real generosity
he'd ever shown was toward little Jill. He seldom came
over without some sort of present for the girl.
"I don't go pick her up until one o'clock,"
Sarah explained, hoping the information would discourage
him from sticking around. It was only a little after
ten now. And Sarah certainly did not welcome the though
of having Gene park himself for three more hours.
"It's just as well," he said, crushing his
cigarette in a nearby ashtray. "It's you I've come
to see, anyhow," he added, looking at her with
a strange grin.
Sarah felt a flicker of annoyance. Why didn't he just
pick up his television set and leave, she thought with
exasperation. Didn't he realize that she had things
She cleared her throat, quickly searching her mind
for some phony excuse to get rid of him. "Well,
I was just about to go out to do some grocery shopping,
the supermarket has some good specials I can't afford
to pass up. And it's much easier for me to shop without
Her brother-in-law crossed his arms and gave her a
long look. "Is that right?" he asked, a smug
look on his thin face. "Well now, sister-in-law,"
he drawled, his lips twisting into a smirk, "it
looks like you're just gonna have to postpone that shopping
trip for a while."
The false smile left Sarah's face to be replaced with
a frown. Who did Gene think he was anyway? "I'm
sorry, Gene," she said in a cold voice. "But
I've already planned my day." She walked over to
the television set, lifted it and handed it to him in
a gesture of dismissal. "Maybe you can come back
sometime when Mike and Jill are here," she told
him. That way, Sarah could leave the entertaining of
his younger brother up to her husband while she went
about her business.
Gene took the TV set from her and set it down. "Oh,
I don't think that would be such a good idea, Sarah
dear," he said, reaching into the pocket of his
leather jacket. "Not unless you want your husband
and daughter to see these!" His thick lips stretching
into a sneer, he withdrew an envelope. His pale-blue
eyes never leaving Sarah's face, the young man removed
the contents of the envelope and held them up in front
Sarah breathed a gasp of horror and her green eyes
grew round as she stared, her mouth open and her jaw
slack. For the brother-in-law she so despised was holding
up copies of the four photographs she had received in
the mail the day before! "Where did you get these?"
she croaked, her cheeks flushing crimson.
"Down at my friendly neighborhood porno shop,"
he replied, his sneer intensifying. "And they've
got lots more. Why, dear?" he taunted, his sneer
stretching into a mocking grin. "Did you want a
set for your family album?" he asked, thrusting
the lewd photos at her.
"You!" Sarah choked, clutching her throat
as she held the pictures. "You sent the letter!"
"That's right, sweetie," Gene said, unzipping
his jacket. "My, you do catch on fast, don't you,
"What is it you want?" she asked, her voice
a ragged whisper. "I ...I can't give you much,
Gene. Only about ten dollars a week!"
Gene tossed his jacket on a nearby chair, an unpleasant
smile on his thin face. "Oh, I don't want your
money, sweet Sarah," he told her, unbuttoning his
shirt. "That would be like stealing from my own
brother, don't you agree? I mean, after all, whatever
you get comes from him, right?"
Sarah's mouth felt like cotton and her heart pounded
with fear. "You ... you're going to tell Mike,
aren't you?" she asked, her voice cracking.
"Not unless you make me, sweet Sarah," he
said, removing his shirt.
Sarah watched her brother-in-law fumble with his trousers
and felt her heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?"
she asked in a shaky voice.
"I mean, all you have to do is cooperate, baby,"
Gene told her, unzipping his fly. "You know what
a fun- loving guy I am, don't you, honey?" He let
his pants drop to the floor, then stepped out of them,
standing before her in just a T-shirt and jockey shorts.
"And that's all I'm here for, sweetie, So you and
me can have ourselves a little fun!"
As Sarah gasped in open-mouthed disbelief, Gene reached
out to grab the lewd photos from her. "The same
kind of fun you seemed to be having when these pictures
were taken," he added, returning the photos to
his jacket pocket.
All the color drained from the brunette's face as
the meaning of his words became clear. Her brother-in-
law was blackmailing her, all right! But it wasn't cold
cash that he wanted. Instead, he lusted for hot flesh
and blood. It was her body, not her money, that he wanted!
Sarah took a step forward, her face beseeching. "But,
Gene, you don't understand. I posed for those photos
years ago! Before I even met Mike! Those pictures don't
have anything to do with now!"
Gene lifted his T-shirt, his eyes cold. "That's
where you're wrong, baby," he told her pulling
the undergarment over his head. "Those pictures
have plenty to do with now. 'Cause if you don't play
along with me now, I'll blow the whistle on you to my
The lovely brunette stared at her nearly nude brother-in-law
with a helpless look on her pretty face. As she stood
in front of him, pale and trembling, she felt trapped
and frightened. Having sex with the man she loathed
made her stomach churn, but Sarah did not know what
else she could do. Mike trusted her, held her on a pedestal.
Learning about the obscene modeling she'd done would
surely destroy all feelings he had for her. If Mike
should learn of her sordid past, he would be so disillusioned
that the love he now felt for her would cease to exist!
And Sarah loved Mike so desperately that she would do
anything she could to keep their marriage intact. Including
agreeing to Gene's sexual demands. Even though the thought
of having sex with her brother-in-law turned her stomach,
it was better than losing the man she loved.
Sarah's jade eyes dropped to the slight bulge between
Gene's legs. "You mean," she began, swallowing
hard, "that if I do what you want, you'll keep
"Sure, baby," Gene said. "All you have
to do is let me have my fun, okay? After all, you were
willing to let those guys in the photos have their fun
with you. And they weren't even related, like we are.
Then once I've had my fill of you, I'll never mention
those photos again." He gave her a lascivious grin,
his eyes traveling over the length of her voluptuous
figure. "What d'ya say, honey? Is it a deal?"
Believing that Gene would keep his end of the bargain,
Sarah nodded. "It's a deal."
"Good, then that's settled," he said, grinning
lasciviously. "Now all you have to do is get comfy,
dear sister-in-law. Just like I did." When he saw
the fright reflected in Sarah's jade eyes, he chuckled.
"Take off your clothes, honey. All except your
stockings and garterbelt, that is," he added, licking
his lips. "Keep those on." When Sarah hesitated,
staring at him with round eyes, Gene snapped his fingers.
"I said strip!" he ordered, taking a step
forward. Then his eyes darted to the radio on the end
table and he smiled. "Or maybe you want to undress
to music, huh, Sarah?" He walked over to the radio
and turned the knob, a sudden blast of rock music piercing
the air. "There," he smirked, flopping down
on the sofa. "That's better."
Sarah's fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse
while Gene sat back and leered at her. For some reason,
stripping for her obnoxious brother-in-law was much
more difficult than stripping for strangers had been
during her brief modeling career. That had been just
a job, one she was getting paid for. But following Gene's
orders put things on a strictly personal basis and she
felt embarrassed and humiliated.
"Dance!" Gene ordered, watching her open
her blouse, his eyes bright with lust.
Blinking back tears, Sarah did as she was told, moving
her feet to the heavy rock beat. She shed her blouse
and let it drop to the carpet, feeling Gene's icy stare
focus on her black satin bra. She had been aware of
his eyes on her boobs in the past but his glance had
always been surreptitious. Now he gazed boldy, his tongue
sliding across his thick lips at the sight of her pale
flesh spilling out of the 34-D bra.
"Take off your bra!" he commanded, his penis
growing in his shorts.
Feeling her cheeks brighten, Sarah reached behind
her back to unhook the garment. She let the black bra
slide down her shoulders, then fall to the rug, releasing
her mammoth tits. She heard Gene gasp as they loomed
forward in rounded magnificence, their bright rosettes
tightening into twin rosebuds at their sudden nudity.
"Shit, you really got a great pair of boobs,
honey!" he praised, his hand lowering to the hot
swelling in his shorts. He grabbed his growing prick
and fondled it unabashedly as he eyed her firm mounds
of ivory flesh. "Mmmmmm, I can't wait to have a
go at them."
Moving in time to the music, Sarah unzipped her skirt
and stepped out of it, tossing the garment to the floor.
Doing a pirouette, she lowered her lacy half- slip.
Once that garment was discarded, the lovely brunette
had only her white lace panties to shed. Wriggling her
shapely hips, she eased out of them, letting them drop
to the floor. Whirling, she turned to face her brother-in-law
clad only in a black garterbelt, nylon stockings, and
"Now let's see you dance for me, honey,"
Gene ordered, his eyes bright as he gazed at the dark
triangle of fuzz between her outstretched legs. "Really
Her face bright with humiliation, the pretty brunette
wriggled her hips and moved her legs in time to the
heavy beat of the music. Her long dark hair whirled
as she gyrated and turned, giving Gene the opportunity
to ogle her luscious naked body from every angle. Her
big tits jiggled enticingly, their rosy nipples looming
forward. She saw her brother-in-law caress his growing
erection as his pale eyes devoured her nude body, his
big lips hanging loosely. And she loathed the man as
Gene felt his hot prick expand rapidly at the delectable
sight in front of him. Sarah was really built and her
enormous boobs were so nice and firm and high. The way
they bobbed and undulated when she performed her disco
dance really turned him on. And seeing her naked, except
for her skimpy garterbelt and nylon stockings, made
his throbbing cock mushroom even faster. The sharp contrast
of her pale thighs and abdomen against the shiny black
satin stimulated the young man as much as if Sarah were
stark naked. The dark nylon stockings and high-heeled
shoes made her shapely legs seem even more appealing.
But now Gene wanted to do more than merely look at
her luscious nudity. Wearing an evil grin, he rose from
the sofa to turn off the blaring music. He went over
to his pretty sister-in-law and stood in front of her
with his shorts bulging at the crotch area. He bent
down to draw a bright nipple into his mouth, squeezing
the pale flesh surrounding the pink rosette while his
other hand reached down to finger the slit of her hesitating
pussy. Sarah gasped at the feel of his warm mouth upon
her breast and the pressure of his fingers upon her
sensitive cuntal tissues. Still, she dared not pull
away. They had made a deal and she had no choice but
to abide by it so that he would not reveal her dark
past to her beloved husband.
His greedy lips moved from one rosy tip to the other,
sucking voraciously while he dug his fingers into her
fuzzy crotch. Despite the fact that she despised the
man whose mouth was pressed against her ample breasts,
warm tingly sensations coursed through her naked body
and the nub of her clitoris rose hotly under his persistent
Fully aware of the speed with which Sarah's tiny bud
of femininity was responding to his caress, Gene withdrew
his mouth from her distended nipple to give her a knowing
grin. "Like that, don't you, Sarah?" he asked,
rubbing her sensitive organ even harder.
"No!" she gasped, her cheeks flaming even
more. But the way that the tiny penislike structure
stiffened belied her words.
"Who you tryin' to kid?" he asked, laughing
derisively. "You're gettin' all hot and bothered
and we both know it." He pulled his hand from between
her legs and stood up with the front of his jockey shorts
protruding sharply. "On your knees, bitch!"
Her eyes wide, she quickly complied. "Take off
my shorts," he ordered.
Her hands shaking, the kneeling brunette tugged at
the elastic waistband, lowering her brother-in-law's
underwear. In seconds, she released his big crimson
cock and its fiery tip bobbed menacingly in front of
her face while its open glans gazed like a gaping, glaring
Smirking at her obvious discomfort, Gene stepped out
of his shorts, aiming his swollen rod directly at his
sister-in-law's open mouth. "Now suck!" he
told her. When she hesitated, her lips parted and her
cheeks flushed, Gene grabbed a handful of her dark hair
to bring her face forward.
"Mmmmmmph!" she grunted as he forced his
big hunk of meat into her mouth. She felt his warm penis
ram the back of her throat as he jerked his hips, filling
her entire mouth with one great phallic thrust. She
tried not to gag as the blunt end bumped into her soft
palate. Tears of humiliation stinging her eyes, she
began to suck. The strong smell of his masculinity pierced
her nostrils and she had to remind herself that she
was performing this lewd act in order to save her marriage.
"Squeeze my balls!" he told her, giving
her slender hips another forward jerk, sending the tip
of his swollen rod down her throat.
Sarah gagged, then drew his distended pole of manhood
back into her mouth while she reached obediently to
fondle his huge sacs. The twin spheres felt sweaty under
her fingers and she fought the urge to pull her hand
away. She heard him moan with pleasure at the way her
tongue was drawing on his smooth shaft while her hand
fondled his hanging testicles. Pretend it's Mike's cock
you're sucking on! she told herself, fighting nausea.
Make believe it's his balls you're squeezing, and it'll
be all right! Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and used
her imagination to blot the fact that she was performing
fellatio on a man she detested.
"Ahhhh, that feels nice, baby!" Gene encouraged,
lacing his fingers through her long mane. "Mmmmm,
keep on suckin'!"
Sarah obeyed, sharply aware of the taste of masculine
nectar upon her tongue as his open tip leaked forth
its hot juices. Oh, if only this were all some horrible
nightmare from which she would soon awaken to find everything
right in her world again. But Sarah knew, with sickening
clarity, that she was not dreaming, that the warm bubbling
organ fucking her tortured mouth was all too real. She
also realized that she was totally helpless in this
appalling situation, subject to her despicable brother-in-law's
slightest whim. Oh God, she agonized, her cheeks billowing
in and out while her tightly ovaled mouth slid back
and forth, what other perverted acts will he make me
perform before he's finished with me?
Breathing hard, the naked young man stood with his
heavily lidded eyes taking in the delectable sight of
the naked brunette kneeling submissively between his
split thighs, her huge melonous tits dancing and quivering
in time to her rhythmic movements. He saw the tempting
curve of her parted asscheeks and knew that in good
time he would knead and caress the pale flesh to his
heart's content. For now, though, the intruder was content
with the magnificent feel of her warm lips and moist
tongue on his inflamed rod. He gasped and his legs trembled
when Sarah paused in her suckings to let her tongue
swirl around the circumference of his gaping prickhead,
lapping up its sticky emission. The feel of her pointed
oral member upon his throbbing sensitive tip made hot
bursts of wild sensation course through his naked body.
"Faster!" he panted, clawing her long tresses
frantically in heated response. Obeying, Sarah moved
her tongue in progressively faster circles while she
clutched at the thick base of his massive cock with
one hand and kneaded his prickly sacs with the other.
He moaned when she thrust the tip of her tongue down
into the depths of his open glans with maddening force.
His balls churned and his fiery cock lurched, sending
more of its warm juices into the squatting brunette's
mouth. Gene bucked his pelvis forward to drive his great
phallic length deep into Sarah's throat. "Suck,
suck!" he cried. He whimpered in appreciation as
he felt Sarah wrap her soft lips into a tight ring around
his wildly pounding organ to suck hard. She was laboring
diligently now, sucking to please, her dark head twisting
and bobbing up and down his pistoning shaft. He watched
the way her obscenely outstretched lips clung to his
hot masculinity on each backstroke of her head. Moaning,
he surrendered himself completely to the firm steady
pressure of her mouth and tongue, enjoying the way her
magnificent protruding tits brushed against his legs
as she bobbed up and down.
As Sarah continued to suck the lust-bloated pole of
masculinity, its warm precoital juices coating her tongue,
she began to experience a definite involuntary response.
She no longer had to pretend that it was her husband's
slippery shaft that she held captive in her crowded
oral cavity. No matter whose cock it was, all that mattered
now was the wet satiny feel of the big bubbling spear
against her tongue and roof of her mouth. An undeniable
swift throbbing started between her parted thighs and
she felt a warm trickle of feminine syrup ooze from
her fuzzy triangle to dribble down her pale inner thigh.
Her heart pounded and her entire pelvis area swirled
with the heat of desire. She felt just the way she'd
felt when she'd sucked cock for the camera years before.
As if they possessed a will of their own, her fingers
clutched at the base of the swollen organ with a fierce
possessiveness, trying to draw every possible inch of
warm meat into her oral receptacle. Her other hand kneaded
Gene's firm testicles with renewed vigor, the feel of
his big prickly sacs stimulating her even more. Her
tongue drew on the warm rod greedily, eager for more
of its pungent secretions. She began to moan softly
as she sucked, the hot palpitations of her oozing cunt
increasing in strength and tempo.
What's wrong with me? she wondered, a fleeting moment
of sanity stealing over her. How can I LIKE sucking
on Gene's cock when I despise him so? But her silent
questions were soon obliterated by the wild fluttering
of her wet pussy, the luscious taste of warm precoital
juices upon her drawing tongue. The naked kneeling brunette
tugged on the swollen shaft of manhood as if it were
a tasty lollipop that she couldn't get enough of, for
her mouth hungered for more than just tantalizing trickles
of pre-seminal juices. Sarah wanted to make her brother-in-law's
pistoning cudgel explode in her mouth so that she could
swallow his hot masculine juices the way she'd swallowed
hot cum during her brief modeling career. Oh, it's been
so long since I've tasted a warm prick like this, she
thought, her mouth sliding back and forth while her
cheeks worked in and out with fierce determination.
I can't wait to drink a big mouthful of tasty sperm!
With a surge of triumph, Gene sensed the subtle change
in Sarah's ministrations. Her hands were bolder, her
mouth working more voraciously and he knew that she
too was consumed by passions she could no longer control.
He watched in lustful delight as she went at him with
the fervor of a harlot, whimpering softly. "Suck,
bitch, suck!" he gasped, hurling his hips forward,
pummeling her receptive mouth with his pounding hunk
of rigid flesh. His lust heightened by his sister- in-law's
total involvement in the lewd act she was performing,
his breath came hot and heavy. He felt his overloaded
testicles ache under the burden of their turgid cargo
and knew that his moment of ultimate carnal pleasure
was painfully near. The excited young man panted and
groaned, his fiery prick pounding savagely under her
skillful and slavish ministrations.
Suddenly he could not hold back the eruptive force
of his steaming load one second longer. His hips pumped
wildly. "Suck, suck!" he whined, his exploding
penis spurting its torrid juices into Sarah's tightly
ovaled mouth. The kneeling brunette instinctively tightened
her hold on his hotly convulsing shaft, her head bobbing
and twisting in harmony with his fierce ejaculations.
The sounds of their mutual moans filled the room as
the climaxing young man shot his searing hot wad, his
fingers twining savagely through her long dark hair.
"Drink!" he gasped, his features contorted
by lust as his hips jerked. "Drink my cum!"
The whimpering bent brunette needed no prodding, for
her throat worked convulsively. Again and again she
swallowed, savoring the distinctive bittersweet taste
of his nectar on her laving tongue, the slippery warmth
of hot cum sliding down her throat. Her palpitating
pussy was soaked with the syrup of her arousal, coating
the dark matted pubic hair gracing her heated mound.
She drank thirstily, greedily, her tongue still drawing
on the ejaculating rod in an effort to collect every
possible drop of spurting liquid. His hot forceful release
seemed endless, making her throat open and close with
great rapidity in order to accommodate the fiery bursts.
Half-crazed with sexual excitement as the hot masculine
juices filled her cheeks to overflowing, Sarah felt
her foaming pussy throb harder and harder. At last,
the hot nub of her rigid clitoris fluttered wildly,
while great waves of searing orgasm convulsed throughout
her saturated cunt.
"Aghhhhh!" she cried, opening her mouth
to cry out in sweet release. Her slippery treasure slid
from her mouth, bobbing away like some venomous snake,
sending more of its warm venom spurting into her face
and across her melonous breasts. The feel of the hot
liquid upon her bare flesh merely served to heighten
her forbidden enjoyment. Her eyeballs rolled back in
their sockets and her hands fluttered to her bosom to
smear the hot cum across her quivering mounds of femininity.
The jerking spitting prick bobbed erratically as it
released the last of its fiery load. By the time the
emptying cock grew still, Sarah's face was glistening
with cum and her tongue darted out to lap up any of
the precious liquid still within its reach.
Gene gazed down at his naked, panting, cocksucking
blackmailed sister-in-law with a searing look which
reflected both triumph and disgust. "Well, you
really had yourself quite a time, didn't you, sweet
Sarah?" His thick lips curled into a sneer. "I
always knew my brother was a sap for thinkin' you were
so special! You don't know how fuckin' sick I am of
hearin' him brag about you when all the time I knew
damn well that you're just as big a slut as any other
bitch I know. You're all the same, you cock-suckin'
whores. Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't, actin'
so high and mighty around the likes of me." He
grabbed a handful of hair to yank her head cruelly so
that she was gazing directly into his cold eyes. "You
don't look so special now, sweet Sarah!"
Tears of humiliation burned her eyes as her brother-in-law
laughed in her face. The taste of his semen still fresh
upon her tongue, the sprawled brunette's cheeks flushed
crimson. Her degradation was utter and complete, for
there was no use in trying to pretend that she had not
enjoyed sucking him off, that her mouth had not hungered
for his hot juices. Nor could she deny the humiliating
fact that she had reached a thrilling climax while performing
her perverse and debasing act.
Chuckling softly, Gene released his hold on her hair
to glance at his watch. "Time to be runnin' along,
dear Sarah," he said. He reached for his strewn
clothing, turning to curl his lip at her. "But
I'll be back tomorrow morning, sweetie. With a very
special friend of mine. A gal whose just as big a slut
as you are, honey. She may even teach you a thing or
two!" He laughed cruelly, his pale eyes narrowing
with glee as he watched her silent anguish. "Yes
sir, I think you two will really love each other!"
While her brother-in-law dressed, Sarah slumped into
a defeated heap of naked despair. Whistling an off-key
tune, the young man lifted his television set and headed
for the door. "See you tomorrow, sweetie,"
he said, reaching for the door knob.
As the door closed softly behind him, Sarah buried
her face in her hands. A sick feeling engulfed the lovely
brunette, for she knew without a doubt that from here
on in, her life would never be quite the same!
Shamed and guilt-ridden, Sarah spent more time than
usual with her daughter that afternoon. When the child
settled down for her afternoon nap, the distraught brunette
sped through her housework in record time, trying to
compensate for the forbidden lust-filled moments she'd
spent, with her brother-in-law that morning. By the
time Mike came home from the shop, she had a tasty meat
loaf and scalloped potatoes browning in the oven. After
Jill was bedded down for the night, Sarah busied herself
with the current mending while Mike watched television.
"Anything new with my brother?" Mike, asked
in a conversational tone during a commercial break.
Sarah jumped, pricking her finger on the needle. "Not
that I know of," she lied, trying to keep her voice
casual. "He really didn't stay all that long. Just
picked up his TV set and left. He seemed to be in a
big hurry today."
Mike chuckled, reaching for a cigarette. "Probably
had himself a hot date. Gene's quite a guy with the
ladies, you know."
Sarah's fingers moved faster and her cheeks brightened.
"Really?" she said in a high-pitched innocent
voice. "You'd never guess that to look at him,
Mike laughed, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.
"That's because Gene's not one to brag, honey."
Sarah broke the thread at that remark. How could Mike
be so blind to his brother's faults? she wondered. Why,
Gene was boasting practically all the time. It was one
of the many annoying traits which infuriated Sarah so.
You should have heard him today, she thought, reaching
into the sewing basket for one of her daughter's torn
dresses. To hear him tell it, he's a lot smarter than
you, Mike. And he strutted out of here like the proverbial
cock of the barnyard!
"I hope he finds himself a nice girl and settles
down one of these days," Mike continued, leaning
back in his chair. "That is, if he's lucky enough
to find someone like you, honey."
Sarah's throat felt tight and she had to blink back
tears. Oh Mike, Mike, her aching heart cried in silent
misery. If only I were all that you think I am!
"But then there aren't many women like you around
these days, darling," Mike continued, gazing fondly
at his wife. "Lucky guys like me take them out
Sarah bit her lip, pretending to be deeply engrossed
in the task of mending Jill's ripped garment. She felt
so choked up at her husband's ill-deserved praise that
she did not trust her voice. A wave of relief swept
over her when the program resumed, diverting her husband's
Mike would be so hurt and disillusioned if he ever
learned about my sordid past, she thought, pushing the
needle savagely through the torn fabric. Just as he'd
be crushed if he knew just how low and despicable his
brother really is. Poor Mike! He's so blinded by love,
that he can't see either one of us as we really are!
Sarah stole a quick glance at her handsome husband,
her heart fairly bursting with love. And she knew that
she would submit to whatever lustful acts her husband's
younger brother had in store for her the following morning.
No matter what indignities she had to endure, it was
well worth the price if it would save her husband from
learning the ugly truth about the two people he loved
so dearly. Sarah detested the thought of cheating on
Mike, of having illicit sex with his younger brother.
But she knew, with a feeling of grim resignation, that
she had no choice in the matter.
As Sarah's thoughts moved ahead to what was in store
for her the following morning, her stomach tightened
with apprehension. Recalling her brother-in- law's parting
words, she could not imagine why he was bringing one
of his girlfriends with him the next morning. It just
didn't make sense to her. What does he have in mind?
she wondered, trying to outguess her brother-in-law's
devious mind. Sarah was unable to come up with an answer.
But whatever Gene had planned, the distraught brunette
felt certain that somehow, she would end up being degraded
and debased, just as she was today. Her only hope was
that Gene would soon tire of his sordid game of sexual
blackmail so that the living nightmare she now endured
would end and her world could return to normal.
Her fingers guiding the needle through the fabric
in her lap, Sarah stole occasional glances at her husband.
Fully absorbed in the television program he was watching,
Mike was unaware of his wife's eyes just as he was oblivious
to her private mental anguish. Waves of shame rippled
through the pretty brunette as her thoughts kept slipping
back to her brother-in-law's visit earlier in the day.
Now it almost seemed like some hideous nightmare, yet
Sarah knew by the heaviness of her heart that what had
happened that morning was all too real. What would Mike
do, she wondered, if he knew what had really taken place
between the two people he loved so dearly? That the
brother he so blindly adored had forced his wife to
strip for him, then get down on her knees to suck him
to completion? Her cheeks burned with humiliation as
she recalled the thrilling orgasm she'd experienced
when young Gene had cum in her mouth, filling her cheeks
to overflowing with his spurting masculine juices. Sarah's
heartbeat quickened and her hands worked faster. Mike
must never learn the ugly truth, she vowed. Not ever!
Surely it would shatter her husband to know that the
woman he cherished, even idolized, had willingly performed
such a lewd act with another man. Just as it would shock
him to learn that she had done so to prevent him from
learning about even more obscene sexual acts that Sarah
had willingly performed years before.
Lowering her eyes, Sarah blinked back tears of shame
and frustration. Oh, if only I hadn't done that pornographic
modeling! she lamented. Then I would not be in the awful
predicament I am today, forced to have illicit sex with
my husband's own brother, a man I despise. But Sarah
knew that she had had no other choice at the time. It
was either pose in the nude, performing lewd acts before
the camera, or watch her ill mother suffer cruelly from
the killer disease ravishing her body. Sarah had been
as hopelessly trapped then as she was now. In both instances,
the voluptuous young woman was doing something she knew
was wrong in order to protect those she loved. Years
before her mother was the person whose welfare was uppermost
in her mind. Now she was submitting to her brother-in-law's
outrageous sexual demands in order to shield her husband.
Sarah felt her shoulders slump in defeat for she knew
that she was as helpless now as she had been years before.
All she could do was pray that Gene's sexual interest
in her would quickly wane and that he would look in
some other direction for his kicks. When that happened,
Sarah's private misery would come to an end and she
would no longer have to submit to whatever indignities
Gene's perverse mind devised. And she would no longer
have to worry about the obscene photographs of herself
either for Gene had promised to forget about them as
long as Sarah went along with him. Much as she hated
her cold-hearted and self-centered brother-in-law, Sarah
knew that she would do as he wished, that she would
force herself to participate in whatever sex acts Gene
desired. But I won't let myself enjoy them anymore,
Sarah silently vowed, humiliation coursing through her
at the recollection of her intense and involuntary orgasm
that morning. I simply will not give Gene that kind
of satisfaction again. Surely she had cum like that,
Sarah reasoned, simply because it had been so incredibly
long since she'd tasted a warm pole of masculinity,
that was all. She had simply lost control of herself
but it would not happen again. Sarah would maintain
a close watch on herself, keep her body in check so
that it would not betray her like that again. By the
time she and Mike retired for the night, Sarah had completed
the mending and worked herself into a bundle of frayed
nerves. For the first time in her life, she was glad
that her husband merely kissed her goodnight and rolled
over with nothing more than sleep on his mind. In her
tense and highly emotional state, Sarah was afraid that
she might have burst into tears had the man she loved
reached out for her. Especially after what she had done
behind his back that very morning. Even more upsetting,
Sarah knew that she would betray Mike again the following
day for Gene had assured her that he was returning with
a friend of his. A female friend!
Tossing restlessly, Sarah was still wide awake long
after her husband's even breathing told her that he
was sound asleep. Visions of future orgies with her
despicable brother-in-law flashed through her troubled
mind, keeping her from slumber. The uncertainty of what
lay ahead was torturous, causing all kinds of grim possibilities
coursing through her mind. Gene was devious and unprincipled
and Sarah knew that he was capable of almost anything.
She speculated nervously about the girlfriend Gene said
he was bringing with him the following morning. Sarah
quickly envisioned an unattractive bawdy type of woman.
She was probably some whore whs was willing to have
sex with Gene before an audience ... even a captive
Yes, that must be it, Sarah decided. Gene was going
to force Sarah to watch while he and his two-bit girlfriend
fucked for her benefit. Although the thought revolted
the distraught brunette, she would find it less appalling
than having sex with Gene herself the next day. If it
gave her corrupt brother-in-law some kind of perverse
pleasure from being observed while he screwed another
woman, Sarah would force herself to watch. And she would
consider herself lucky for getting off so easy.
It was much later when the weary brunette finally
drifted off into an exhausted sleep. When she did, her
slumber was plagued by nightmares, visions of herself
and Gene performing lewd acts of sex. The two of them
bucked up and down upon the bed, fucking wildly to a
backdrop of the lurid photographs with which Gene was
blackmailing her. Sarah's sweating body shifted restlessly
on the mattress and she whimpered softly as she dreamed.
Never in the young woman's wildest dreams, however,
could she have imagined what perverse acts her heartless
brother-in-law had in store for her in just a few short
* * *
When little Jill complained of a sore throat the next
morning, Sarah took the child's temperature and found
that she had a slight fever. "I don't wanna go
to school today, Mommy," the dark-haired girl whined,
rubbing her eyes. "I wanna stay home with you,
Sarah smiled as she bent over her daughter's bed.
"All right, darling," she consoled, tucking
the covers around her. "I'll phone and tell them
you won't be in today. But first you're going to take
some medicine for Mommy, okay?" Sarah hurried into
the bathroom and returned with aspirin and a glass of
water which she handed to her daughter. "Here,
honey, take these," she instructed, smiling encouragingly.
"And then drink as much of this water as you can.
It'll help make you feel better."
As soon as Jill followed her instructions, Sarah went
into the kitchen to phone the nursery school, telling
them that as far as she knew, Jill would be in as usual
on Monday morning. "It just seems to be a scratchy
throat," she explained. "I'm sure that a day's
rest will nip it in the bud."
After she hung up, Sarah looked up at the wall clock,
biting her lip. It was nearing nine o'clock, the time
she usually deposited Jill at the nursery school. Her
stomach churned with the realization that Gene planned
to come over this morning, expecting Sarah to participate
in whatever sexual antics he had in mind. Undoubtedly,
Sarah assumed, that meant having Sarah watch him and
his cheap girlfriend perform for her. She had to call
Gene right away and tell him that he must not come over,
that little Jill was home sick and their plans had to
be cancelled. Even though her fingers trembled as she
dialed her brother-in-law's number, a great wave of
relief surged through her. She was getting an unexpected
reprieve! Although she was sorry that her daughter wasn't
feeling well, Sarah could not help but be glad that
her state of health would prevent Gene from including
her in whatever sexual activities he had in mind this
"He'll just have to take his two-bit girlfriend
somewhere else to have his fun," she muttered under
her breath as the telephone rang in the distance. Gene
shared his studio apartment with a fellow employee named
Lenny who, Sarah knew, was also working the night shift
at the factory right now. Gene had brought his roommate
over to the house a couple of times and Sarah got the
impression that the obese young man was as self-centered
as her brother-in-law. Maybe that's why the two of them
get along, Sarah thought. Birds of a feather and all
that. In any event, Sarah wondered idly if Lenny would
vacate their apartment at a moment's notice in order
to accommodate his roommate's lust. But that was Gene's
problem, she thought with satisfaction as the phone
continued to ring, not hers. Thanks to her daugher's
unexpected sore throat, her problems were temporarily
solved. For this morning, at least. Now she would not
have to deal with her disgusting brother-in-law until
Sarah breathed a quick sigh of relief when Gene answered
the phone. At least she had caught him before he had
left to pick up the slut he intended to bring over to
the house. Keeping her voice low, Sarah quickly informed
her brother-in-law of the unexpected circumstances at
home, adding that he could not come over, after all.
But Gene did not accept her story at face value. His
voice nasal with suspicion, he told Sarah that he would
pick up his friend as planned and come over anyway.
"But you can't!" Sarah hissed, her heart
skipping a beat. "We can't do anything while Jill
is home! You must be out of your mind!"
Gene laughed softly. "I would be if I believed
your story without checking it out. Don't worry, sweet
Sarah," he went on, his voice mocking. "If
Jill really is home sick, then I'll soon be on my way.
My friend too. But if you're lying, I'm gonna expect
even more action from you, dear sister-in-law!"
Before she could argue, Gene hung up, leaving the
phone buzzing in her ear. Her stomach churning, she
returned to her daughter's bedroom to see what the child
wanted for breakfast. "By the way," Sarah
added, keeping her voice light, "I just talked
to your Uncle Gene and he's sorry you're sick, honey.
He's going past the house this morning so he might stop
by with a friend of his. Just to see how you're feeling,
honey," she added, pasting a smile on her face.
Jill's pretty face lit up at her mother's words. "Oh
boy, I hope he does come over," she said, her voice
a bit hoarse. "I haven't seen Uncle Gene for a
long, long time!"
Sarah patted her hand before going to prepare breakfast.
"I wouldn't care if I never saw him again at all,"
she murmured softly once she had reached the kitchen.
For the hundredth time, the well-stacked brunette found
herself wondering why her daughter liked her uncle.
Am I the only one who sees Gene as he really is? she
wondered, reaching into the cupboard for a box of Jill's
favorite cereal. Then again, Sarah knew that even though
she did it reluctantly, she had to give the devil his
due. Much as she disliked her brother-in-law she had
to admit that Gene did seem genuinely fond of little
Jill. For some reason, the child brought out the few
good qualities the young man had. Seeing that Gene was
the only living relative Jill had, Sarah supposed that
she should be grateful that a bond of affection did
exist between the two.
The front doorbell rang less than an hour later. Sarah,
who was sitting at her daughter's bedside, reading to
her, quickly tensed while Jill broke into a smile. "Oh,
I hope that's Uncle Gene!" she cried, her eyes
"I'll go see," Sarah told her, closing the
book and rising. Glancing out the picture window in
the livingroom, she recognized Gene's car at the curb
and felt her jaw clench. I can just imagine the slut
he's got with him! she thought, going to the door with
apprehension. You'd think he'd have more sense than
to bring a woman like that here when Jill is home!
When Sarah opened the door, however, her mouth opened
in surprise. For standing beside her lanky sullen-faced
brother-in-law was a tall slender blonde whom Sarah
judged to be in her own age. A complete opposite from
what Sarah had expected, the young woman was breathtakingly
beautiful. Long blonde hair tumbled about her shoulders
and except for a faint tinge of lipstick, her perfect
features were completely devoid of make-up. She looked
trim and stylish in her high leather boots and coat
with a large handbag flung over her shoulder. When the
girl smiled, Sarah saw how startingly white and even
her teeth were. What on earth was a lovely girl like
this doing with someone like Gene?
"Ain't you gonna ask us in?" Gene asked
with a smirk, a large paper sack in one hand.
"Oh, of c-course," Sarah stammered, opening
the door wider to let them enter.
"Brrr! It's really cold out this morning,"
the blonde said, shivering as she stepped inside. "Oh,
what a lovely home," she exclaimed, gazing around
the room with admiring eyes. Her voice was soft and
pleasant and Sarah found herself thinking that had she
met this young woman under any other circumstances,
she would feel an instant affinity toward her, as though
the two of them might well become friends. As it was,
however, Sarah did not greet the attractive blonde with
the warmth she might have.
"Won't you sit down," Sarah said stiffly,
gesturing toward the sofa, "while I go tell Jill
But the child needed no formal announcement. At the
sound of voices, she jumped from her bed and ran into
the livingroorn. "Uncle Gene!" she cried,
running to him with outstretched arms.
"Jill!" he exclaimed, opening his arms wide
to catch her. "Say, what's this I hear about your
not feelin' good?" he asked as the girl hugged
"My froat hurts," she explained, pointing
to her neck.
Gene threw back his head and laughed while the attractive
young woman beside him smiled at the heartwarming scene.
"It does?" he asked, grinning at her. "Well
maybe this will help make it feel better!" With
that, he gave the child the large paper bag he'd been
Smiling, Jill opened the sack and peered inside. Her
smile widened and she shrieked with delight at the contents.
"A doggie!" she cried, reaching in the bag
to withdraw a large stuffed animal with big floppy ears.
"Oh, thank you, Uncle Gene," she bubbled,
hugging the toy in her small arms.
"Uh, this here is Fern," Gene introduced,
turning to the beautiful blonde seated on the sofa.
"You're pretty," Jill said with youthful
candor as the young woman smiled at her.
"Well, thank you," Fern said, displaying
her perfect teeth. "I was just thinking the very
same thing about you, Jill."
Noting the ease with which Fern spoke to her daughter
made Sarah like the young woman on the sofa despite
the fact that she had come with Gene. Sarah could always
detect a forced joviality toward children and she knew
that the slender blonde had a genuine fondness for young
people. Still, Sarah remained silent while Gene visited
with his niece for several minutes. Relief rippled through
her when Gene lifted Jill in his arms and carried her
to her bedroom.
"You better get back in bed, young lady,"
he lectured with mock sternness. "'Cause I wanna
hear that you're all better by Monday mornin' y'hear?"
The two women suddenly alone in the room, Sarah cleared
her throat self-consciously. "How long have you
been dating Gene?" she asked, a plastic smile on
"Oh, we don't date, Sarah," the girl quickly
explained, smiling warmly, her eyes reflecting open
admiration as they traveled the length of the brunette's
voluptuous figure. "Gene and I are just friends,
Sarah frowned, more confused than ever. Before she
could say anything else, however, Gene returned to the
room, gesturing for Fern to follow him to the door.
"Guess we'll be movin' on," he said, "Jill
don't look real sick though. So take good care of her,
dear Sarah. And we'll see you Monday mornin' for sure."
Sarah wore a perplexed expression as she followed
them to the door. She stood by the window, watching
the unlikely pair get into Gene's sports car and wondered
what part Fern was to play in Gene's bizarre plan of
sexual blackmail. Maybe Gene has fallen in love with
her, she speculated, her hopes rising. And he wants
me to do whatever I can to convince Fern that he's a
worthwhile person. Fern seems like a lovely young woman,
Sarah thought, watching Gene's car pull away from the
curb. Much too good for someone as contemptible as Gene.
Still, if she could get off the hook by doing her best
to convince the beautiful blonde that her brother- in-law
was a swell guy, Sarah knew, with a twinge of guilt,
that she would play along with the scheme. Her love
for her husband was far stronger than any twinges of
Sarah enjoyed the weekend that followed with the desperation
of those whose days are numbered. She spent quiet times
with her daughter, noting with mixed emotions, Jill's
return to perfect health. Although she was glad to see
her thriving, Sarah dreaded the thought of her brother-in-law's
scheduled visit early Monday morning. Whenever she brooded
about it, however, Sarah tried to tell herself that
it was possible that her brother-in-law had fallen in
love with the beautiful blonde and changed his ways.
Could it be that Gene had reformed, was already sorry
for what he'd done the other morning? Although the distraught
brunette hoped that it was true, she was doubtful. Gene
seemed as cocky as ever Friday morning. Still, Sarah
simply could not understand why a girl as lovely as
Fern would participate in a scheme involving sexual
blackmail. Confusing as the situation was, the voluptuous
brunette was unable to convince herself that her troubles
with Gene were over. The weekend seemed to pass much
too quickly and Sarah dreaded the arrival of Monday
When Mike turned to her in bed Sunday night, Sarah
went into his arms eagerly. Her private turmoil had
her as tense as an overwound coil and she longed for
the release that lovemaking could bring. Much to her
frustration, however, Mike approached her with his usual
reserve. After she had removed her nightgown, he lowered
his blond head to her bosom, nipping lightly at each
uplifted nipple while he lightly caressed the mammoth
mounds of firm flesh surrounding them. Sarah felt her
bright rosettes spring to life at the touch of his warm
mouth. They rose in the air all hot and pink and eager.
His kneading fingers felt so good on her twin hills
of femininity, making Sarah's sensual lips part while
emitting a sigh of pleasure. The well- endowed young
woman ran her fingers through her husband's curly hair
while he treated her melonous breasts to the delights
of his hands and mouth.
All too soon, though, Mike's warm mouth released her
savory nipples, leaving them wet and distended, fairly
quivering for more. When Mike's hands also moved away
from her pale spheres of flesh, she whimpered softly.
Oh, how she wanted him to keep his lips and hands on
her! She quickly compared her husband's timidity with
her brother-in-law's demanding mouth and Sarah found
herself wishing fervently that Mike would go at her
big boobs with the same gusto Gene had displayed the
other morning. Much as she despised her arrogant brother-in-law,
Sarah had to admit that his searching mouth and hands
had felt good on her naked flesh. When Gene attacked
her big tits, fiery bursts of pleasure had coursed through
her body and the fuzzy triangle between her legs had
come alive, throbbing in hot appreciation.
Now Sarah's sexual appetite had merely been whetted
and she longed to cry out to her husband to keep sucking,
to tug harder on her hungry flesh but her inhibitions
with Mike were far too strong to allow such candor.
Instead, she remained silent and miserable as he abandoned
her eager breasts to climb on top of her. His soft lips
lowered on hers and she felt the warmth of his tongue
inside her mouth. She moaned softly while Mike swirled
his wet oral member, making her pussy flutter and throb.
She slid her arms up his broad muscular back, thrilling
to the weight of his powerful body on hers. Mike was
such a big handsome hunk of masculinity ... and she
loved him so! The young housewife was certain that her
burly husband was capable of fucking her soundly if
only his sexual needs matched hers. But Mike seemed
perfectly content with his tepid brand of lovemaking
and Sarah would never dream of letting him know that
she secretly hungered for more. What good would it do,
except to bruise his ego, when Mike's libido was obviously
much more easily sated than hers? Maybe I'm just oversexed!
Sarah found herself thinking once again.