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Archive name: Sisters6.txt
Authors name: M. West
Story Title : TWO SISTERS
Chapter 6 of 8

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				Chapter 6

     Sybil awoke from her somnambulant stupor wrangling wet with
perspiration.  Her strawberry blonde curls were matted to her forehead
with the agony of her nightmares.  Sid hadn't come home last night ...
though that was nothing new; his nocturnal meanderings were nothing
compared to her dreams.

     Mr. Hansen, of all people had been chasing her naked and screaming
through the house.  She shuddered, remembering his disfigured body. 
Instead of having nipples, he had two cocks where breasts should have
been, and each time he came close to catching her, he'd grab one of his
deformed cocks and try to stick it in her mouth, then laugh raucously
when she clenched her teeth and screamed.

     Sybil ran her lithe fingers through the mass of her pink curls and
slung her legs over the side of the bed, her green eyes mere slits in the
piercing morning sunlight.

     "That goddamned job of him," Sybil thought to herself, mentally
counting the number of nights that Sid hadn't come home ... or when he
did, he was too tired to eat dinner.  "I'd just like to know what he's
been teaching those little snots!"

          She swaggered into the bathroom and peered into the mirror above
the sink and shuddered at the sight of her drawn face.  And dropping her
toothbrush back into its holder without bothering to use it, she turned
the hot water on full blast into the tub and poured a handful of bath
beads under the water, As soon as it was ready, Sybil felt herself
beginning to relax.

     She slowly lowered herself into the steaming hot water, feeling its
caressing warmth envelop every inch of her firm young body.  Running her
hand up her thigh with the wash cloth, she was horrified to discover that
the insides of her thighs were wet and sticky.  Oh lord ... I couldn't
have cum in my sleep after that horrible dream!  Exploring further, she
discovered the black truth.  Her cunt lips were still swollen and over-
ly sensitive to the touch, and her clitoris was the size of a pearl
button.

  She sighed as she lay completely immersed, the fragrant bubbles lapping
at her chin.

     Unconsciously when she began to wash her inner thighs Sybil lingered
at the pleasure spot between her legs, so recently satisfied in her
unconscious dreams ... and yet yearning for more ... much more.  Sid's
loving, only him doing it just the right way, slowly, beautifully,
passionately.  Her fingers slipped up into the wet petals of her cunt,
and she began to flick at the pink interior beneath the water, the
delicious sensations rising within her steadily until there was a sharp
rap at the door.

     Guilt stricken, she removed her hand quickly, and instinctively
covering her unprotected breasts, she asked in a tremulous voice, "Who ...
who's there?"

     "It's me ... Mr. Hansen ..." an insolent voice replied.  "Are you
decent?"

     Sybil could see the door handle twisting, and she creamed out, "NO
NO... don't you dare come in here!!" as she simultaneously jumped up
out of tile water, almost losing her balance in the process and slip-
ping back into the warm water again.  She recovered herself though and
groped for a towel, wrapping it swiftly around her.

     What strange slip of the mind had made her not lock the door as she
usually did ... today of all days?"

     She just reached the door as it was being pushed open.  HOW COULD
THIS BE HAPPENING TO HER?  IT COULDN'T BE REAL!  HE'D MEANT WHAT HE'D
SAID, THE LECHER!

     She could hear Mr. Hansen's sing-songy voice as he pushed against the
door.  Valiantly, she struggled to push back against him, losing her towel
along the way.  But she let it go ... it was much more important to keep
him out!  WHY WAS HE CACKLING AWAY LIKE THAT ... AS THOUGH HE WAS
PLAYING SOME DUMB GAME?  His laughter unsettled her beyond anything
else, and hysterically, she began to cry, still pushing hard against
the door.  Her tears weakened her efforts, and somehow, with one gi-
gantic heave, Mr. Hansen pushed his way in.

     "NONONONONONO!" she cried, folding herself up like a ball on the
floor and scrambling for the towel to cover her nakedness.  "Go away ...
please ... oh, please ... you must go away!"

     The man stood above her, his dark eyes taking in the soft rounded
curves of her body.  He smiled once more ...
     "Sure," he said.  "I'll go away ...  I just wanted to ask if you had
the rest of the money," he chuckled slightly as he watched Sybil covering
up a bit of exposed thigh with the edge of the towel.  She was sitting on
part of it, so there wasn't enough to cover her completely.  Without
her getting up to arrange it, so Mr. Hansen realized that as long as
he kept standing there, he would continue to enjoy the treat of Sybil's
quivering pink flesh.

     Tentatively he stepped forward.  What did he have to lose ... what
could she prove ... he'd deny everything ... he didn't have a wife anyway.

     "GET OUT!" Sybil screamed.  He took another step, and reached
forward.  As in slow motion, his hand touched her breast.  Sybils' terror
stricken eyes looked into his.  Brusquely he knelt down on the thick
bathroom rug beside her, his face close in hers.  He began to insinuate
his hands between her large free breasts, feeling them tentatively and
then boldly as Sybil, transfixed, made no move to stop him.  The touch
of his hands on her breasts sent shivers coursing through her, and the
knowledge that these masculine fingers already knew the feel of her
resilient flesh---though only in a dream---added to her dilemma.  She
should push him away!  But still she didn't move!  Then his warm palms
closed in again on them, the fingers tweaking the nipples, kneading at
the spongy fullness of the firm full mounds.  She whined softly, and
then felt his other hand tracing a burning hot path up her leg... to
where her sparsely hair-fringed pussy was gently throbbing.  She could
hear his breathing become heavier as the man ran his hands over the
full length of her body, exploring her secret hollows and indentations,
and her own voice rattled out in a series of small animal mewls.

     He was staring at her, sucking in his breath sharply, his blue eyes
on the two full white moons of her breasts, the satinish like softness of
her thighs, the darkly gleaming flash of her bronze pubic triangle.  Sybil
felt paralyzed by desire ... haunted by her dreams, and teased by her
nocturnal orgasm.  She couldn't ignore the signals from her aching
pussy as she looked at this blatantly confident man.

     He was running his hands with neat reverence up and down her
unprotected nudity, bringing gasping and quivering responses from the
softness of her body.

     She had never felt like this before.  Not even that time when she had
given in to Sid before their marriage.  Something about this situation ...
lying naked beside a leering man in her own bathroom, added to the
prurient desire the clandestine act awoke in her and she was with, and
gave herself up completely to the licking flames of passion which were
engulfing her.  With a deep sigh, she felt his finger rummaging between
her legs.  Eagerly, she spread them wide, anxious now to assist him in
her satiation.  His fingertip ran moistly up and down the length of the
dampening furrow, the tip slipping into the burning hot hole of her
love-starved cunt, making her body jackknife against him from the sud-
den unexpected touch.

     "Oh!  OH!  OH!" she screamed, biting her lip in passionate arousal,
until she could taste the blood from her self-inflicted punctures.  Then
the man's mouth was on hers, his thick lips pressing down on the woman's
as his tongue shot into her mouth, feeling the warm wet contact of her
velvety interior on her hungry organ. Round and round it swirled inside
her, until she felt her whole mouth was filled with this devil-like
thing tantalizing her and she began to suck voraciously at it, closing
her lips tightly over its base, trapping it completely while she tried
to swallow it all.

     Her passion spurred his.  He could feel his cock heavy against his
leg, confined by the tight material of his pants, and his heart was
pounding painfully in his chest.  He had no idea ... all he'd come to
do was collect the rent, and there she was naked and acting like he was
attacking her when he hadn't so much as touched her with his little
finger.

     Why not take advantage of the situation?

     There was no mistaking her intention now.  She grabbed her landlord
roughly and desperately, sought to ram his entire hand up into the
rapacious cavern of her tight unused cunt, her red hair a gleaming red in
the dim light as she flailed her head from side to side.

     Sybil heard the sound of clothes being removed and knew that he was
getting undressed.  She waited with bated breath until she knew he was
nude and then looked at his virile, mature body.  He was absolutely
beautiful to her, she thought.  Much better in reality than in that
nightmare.

     "You like my cock, Sybil?" he smiled, pulling her gently by the hair
until her face was a scant inch or two away from his out-sized, fully
erect prick.  Sybil could see the large pillar of flesh jutting out in
front of her and to her lusting mind, it appeared to take on even
greater proportions.  Her eyes widened as she surveyed it and she
hesitantly stretched out a hand and gently enclosed it in her fingers.
God, it was as big as a full-grown man's!  Her fingers barely closed
around it!  Slipping her circled fingers up and down it, she estimated
its length.  Even as she was feeling it, a shudder of masochistic de-
light sneaked through her at the thought of man making love to her.

     It'll serve Sid right, the bastard!  He hasn't made love to me in weeks!
     She felt the prick in her hand leap and then she was being pushed
down, her legs splaying wide.  He fell unceremoniously between her widely
stretched thighs and grabbing her by the ankles, pulled her limbs up and
out as far as they would go, ignoring her impassioned pleas for him to
be gentle.  Her legs were now pushed flat back against her shoulders,
squashing her breasts painfully against her chest.  Her taut pussy was
fully exposed ... naked, defenseless, the moist rosy flesh gleaming
teasingly in the shaft of light from the small window.

     She felt Hansen place the thick muscle head against the palpitating
opening to her cunt and she lay there trembling, half in anticipation,
half in fear of what was to come.  Her fear brought back to her mind the
reality of what she was doing.

     This is wrong, she thought wildly, beginning to struggle.  I can't do
this ... I just can't!  I've never done it with anyone but Sid!
     "AAAAGGGHH!" she sobbed out from her very depths as she felt the
plowing without mercy into her tender channel, cutting off her guilty
thoughts.  God, it was wonderful!  She felt his cock speeding crazily into
her womanly cunt and tears sprang to her eyes as she felt the full
force of the man's frantically fucking penis continue to ream forward
until finally, he hit bottom, crashing against the tender head of her
cervix with astonishing force.  Sybil's cries reverberated through the
bathroom, bouncing off the walls and coming back at them in mocking
notes.

     For a moment, Mr. Hansen held his plundering pole there and then
began to withdraw it, the over-large instrument slipping out easily from
their willing flesh.  Sybil sighed at the momentary relief afforded by his
exit, but he immediately began to plunge forward again, ramming it in
all the way, and she squirmed helplessly beneath him, trying for one
sane moment to clench her thighs together to ward off his obscene in-
vasion of her secret genitals.  But her resistance was in vain ... her
very clenching seemed to encourage the plowing forward of his young
penis.  She could feel every ridge and fold of it as it wriggled about
inside of her like a giant worm and Mr. Hansen's squirming scrotum
pressing against the widespread crevice of her buttocks signaled a
searing pain as the head reached the home base of her womb.

     She lay stunned beneath his muscular body as he began a more regular
fucking in and out of her cunt, flexing his hard cock as it lay imbedded
in her feeling the beginning responsive throb of her inner cuntal walls. 
He could sense that she'd forgotten all her fear and was now on the
side of the pleasure as she began a soft mewing sound of unmistakable
enjoyment as her soft wet cunt mouth began a rhythmic opening and
closing around his hardened cock.

     Sybil's hips began a slow undulation beneath Mr. Hansen's skewering
penis and her hungry pussy, so long frustrated, began voraciously screwing
itself up further onto the man's dancing cock.  Sybil could feel her nerve
endings, so recently raw with pain, begin to tingle throbbingly from
the electric shocks that jolted her body.  She felt at one with his
lewd impaling member as it imbedded to her and she rotated her hips in
time to its desperate skewering.

     His large, tense hands were digging into her shoulders and his
sweating body dripped down beads of perspiration onto her churning frame
as he pushed with all his might into her, his flailing cock wide and thick
between her tormented thighs.  Sybil was moaning steadily now, the
pitch rising in intensity as she felt the enormity of her approaching
orgasm. It was gross!  Her body was wracked with pain from the un-
naturalness of the position, but she was enjoying this total subjuga-
tion to the brazen middle-aged Viking, enjoying the humiliation he was
causing her, reveling in the abject plea sure she was getting from him.

     "Ohhhhh ..." she moaned.  I'm cumming now, yes, yes, I'm cumming now ..."
     She bucked against him wildly, her body vibrating uncontrollably as
her wet cum seeped down the throbbing walls of her cunt and dripped down
over her straining thighs and into the crevice of her churning buttocks. 
She felt drained and exhausted but somehow exhilarated as she felt him
continue to fuck into her, his knees pressing into the backs of her
thighs, his hands cupping her buttocks, raising her up off the ground,
affording him even deeper entry into her.

     His long hard strokes slipped like a knife through butter into her
wet slippery passage, now drenched with her own cum.

     How could I have lived without this for so long? she thought wildly
as the mouth of her womb flared involuntarily to engulf more of the
rubbery head in its secret depths.  Memories of her long, unfulfilled
nights and bitter wasted days cut her like a sword and in her anger at
her husband she began to batter feverishly back against her landlord,
opening her crotch completely to his onslaught, her cunt making wild
wet sucking sounds as it contracted gratefully around his pistoning
cock.

     And then Mr. Hansen began to cum, gleefully spurting out his white
hot jets of foamy sperm, which seared her drubbed cunt deep inside,
emitting a long low animalistic moan as he continued to empty into her
wildly sucking womb.  The throbbing sheath of her ravished cunt sucked
thirstily at the straining prick buried inside her until finally his
testicles were drained completely dry and began to grow limp inside her.

     "More," Sybil sighed, clutching at the Norwegian's broad shoulders. 
"Oh, God, fuck me more!"

CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 7...

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