Chapter 10
The headlights of the car swinging around the corner caught me just as I was picking up a head of steam. I was about a half a block down the street from my house and running for my life.
They couldn't help but see me. The brakes squealed and there I was trapped in two beams of harsh light that extended up and down the full length of the street.
"I think it's a prowler," a man said in the car.
"Are you going to chase him?" a woman asked.
His answer was an opening and slamming door and rapid footsteps striking against the pavement. Suddenly he was in the light, too, running down its corridor straight toward me.
I tried to flee, but everything had gone so wrong I was paralyzed with fear. When I did finally get my legs moving, they abruptly crossed and I stumbled across the lawn of a neighbor until I fell. At least I'd managed to get out of the terrifying light.
I cowered as I waited in the dark for my pursuer to catch up with me. I knew he had every reason to be tough with me because it was a fact that the neighborhood had been beset by burglars lately. People were really up in arms about it, and had vowed to take the law into their own hands if the police continued to do nothing. Crime in the suburbs had an ugly way of turning decent people into vigilantes.
"Okay, you punk, where are you?" my pursuer said. "I know you're around here someplace."
He was standing in the light just a few yards from my futile hiding place on the lawn. When he turned I could see his face. Oh my God, it couldn't be!
"You're not getting away, you lousy rat," he hissed. Now he was so close that I could recognize his voice.
It was Rick!
He and Lori had been coming home from the restaurant and caught me with their headlights fleeing from their house. Naturally they assumed I was a burglar.
Christ, I wished I was. It would be a lot easier to explain than what I'd really been up to.
"Did you see where the bastard went?" Rick called back to the car.
"On Bob Thornton's lawn," Lori replied. Of course she'd know that.
I didn't even try and escape as Rick advanced toward me. What was the use, he was going to catch me anyway. It would be far more helpful to invest my energy into dreaming up a plausible explanation as to what I was doing here..
When Rick finally confronted me, I was sprawled on my back on the lawn, propped up on my elbows. Since he'd stepped out of the light into the dark, I was just a murky form to his unfocused eyes.
"Get up and take your medicine like a man, you son of a bitch!" Rick angrily thundered. "We're sick of you parasites from the city ripping off our neighborhood just because you're too lazy to work. If you're not picking our pockets on welfare, you're breaking into our houses and robbing us blind."
When I said nothing, nor made a move, Rick reached down to haul me up by my throat. However, as he leaned closer to me, he noticed for the first time that I was not a man.
Even in the dark, up close there was no way he could miss it. My legs had flown apart from the impact of my fall, and I'd never bothered to close them. The peasant dress I was wearing was bunched at the top of my thighs.
Since I was wearing no panties, he could see my cunt.
"What the hell?" he came up short.
"Rick," I tried to capitalize on his confusion to keep from getting throttled, "it's me Lori. Your sister-in-law."
He poked his face into mine. Our noses were touching. Even though he was my husband his features seemed vaguely unfamiliar.
"Christ, it is you!" he gasped. "Lori, what are you doing here? Why were you running down the street? You were lucky one of the block watch didn't blast you out of your sandals with a shotgun."
"I ... I thought I'd drop by," I began to improvise, still at a loss to explain what supposedly caused me to run like a thief.
Fortunately I got a respite. Rick turned away and called back to the car, "Ruth, it's Lori. Your crazy sister."
Thank God that swung Lori into action. Before Rick could resume asking me a lot of embarrassing questions, she jumped out of the car and came running to my rescue.
"Oh my God," she cried, "I completely forgot Lori said she might drop by tonight. What must she have thought when we weren't home."
"It's all right," I murmured to no one in particular, grateful the worst had passed.
Now that he had heard an explanation for what was going on, Rick turned his attention back to me. I still expected him to ask why I'd been running, but instead my open thighs attracted his attention long enough for my sister to reach the lawn.
"Come on, let's go in the house," my sister said. "It's cool out here, and there's no telling what conclusions Bob Thornton might jump to with that shotgun of his."
"Good idea," I agreed, eagerly jumping up and leaving Rick staring at a patch of grass in place of my open pussy. I just hoped Tommy and Nancy had gotten enough sex and gone to bed.
In contrast to all his blustering when he thought I was a thief in the night, Rick was totally silent on the way to the house. I didn't have to be very smart to know that he was preoccupied with the lingering image of my cunt.
To my relief the house was dark when we got there. The living room was empty when we walked in and the television set off. The kids were in bed-I hoped not with each other.
When the lights were on and Rick and I seated, Lori went to the kitchen to fix some drinks. While she was gone neither my husband nor I spoke, even though he kept staring at me the entire time. He'd always been uneasy with my sister.
"You know what Rick and I were talking about at dinner," Lori interrupted when she returned with a pitcher of martinis.
"No, what?" I eagerly tried to get some conversation going.
"Swinging," she said devilishly.
"Y ... you're kidding," I said.
"No, I'm not," she replied, obviously intent on pursuing the subject of wife-swapping. "Some of the people Rick works with are into it. They even have a club."
I had an inclination to reach back into my imagination and ask what happened to the total woman, but I managed to suppress it. Instead, I turned to Rick and attempted to draw him out of his silence by asking, "Where do you stand on that, brother-in-law dear?"
It was just the right kind of flip approach to take. Already entranced by the memory of my exposed pussy, Rick impulsively snapped at the bait of my saucy demeanor.
"I think it stinks," he answered my question and then laughed nervously. "I've seen those guys' wives."
"No, seriously," I pressed the point. "Would you mind Ruth making it in the next room with some guy while you were making love to his wife?"
"Yes, dear, what about it?" Lori interjected. "I asked you almost the same question at the restaurant and never got an answer."
Rick squirmed in his chair, uncomfortable in the company of two such inquisitive women. My husband didn't like being ganged up on by the fairer sex.
Lori sensed my husband's uneasiness as acutely as I did. As we briefly glanced into each other's eyes it became clear that neither of us was going to let Rick off the hook.
"Come on, dear," Lori played the part of the nagging wife to the hilt, "it's not fair to lead us on and then clam up. What do you really think about wife-swapping, Rick?"
The needle was in too far for me to have to say anything further. Lori had issued the kind of ultimate dare to my husband that could only come from his better half.
"Ah ... ah ... ah," he stammered incoherently. However, the bulge he had in the crotch spoke volumes.
Lori saw it, too. She was staring right at Rick's bumpy lap.
"Could ... could I have a drink?" Rick stuttered. "My throat's awfully dry."
"Sure," Lori purred. "We have nothing but time."
She poured him a double with a bonus olive. When she started to fix one for me, I waved her off.
"I'm trying to stay off anything that makes me high, Ruth," I said. I hoped to remind Lori of the vow she had made to Sandy to stay off drugs of all kinds.
"Right, right," she knowingly nodded. "I'll just have a cigarette. Want one, Lori?"
So we sat there smoking while Rick drained the double martini like it was a soda.
"Want another one, darling?" Lori asked through a puff of cigarette smoke that did justice to Bette Davis.
"Right-o," Rick slurred. The alcohol was already going to his head. Another chug-a-lugged double and he'd be dead drunk.
"Coming right up," Lori trilled in her imitation of me.
He quaffed the second drink even faster than the first one. After he took the last swallow his body snapped like some springs had just broken inside. He sprawled like a rag doll in his chair.
Lori got up from her chair and walked to Rick's side, dangling her smoldering cigarette and flicking the ashes on his crotch. "Ready to tell us what we want to know, Rick," she said sultrily, "or are we going to have to get it out of you on our own?"
"Uh, wha ... what were we talkin' about?" he stumbled over his words, obviously out on his ass.
"Wife-swapping, my dear," Lori said icily, dropping the ember of her cigarette closer to his crotch. "Would you like to switch partners, Rick honey?"
"Or is Ruth good enough for you?" I impulsively blurted.
"Yes, that's the question, isn't it," my sister sardonically grinned. "Is my pussy good enough for you?"
Rick was too drunk to squirm, but he was plenty pale.
"Yeeeooowww!" he howled with pain as Lori's glowing cigarette butt ground into his groin. The air was suddenly acrid with the reek of burning cloth.
She pulled the ash away just before it blistered his cock. I could see the hole that had been burned all the way through his pants and shorts to his skin.
"Is my pussy good enough for you?" Lori repeated the question on my behalf.
"Answer my sister, you son of a bitch!" I got into the act, vengefully plunging the cigarette I'd been smoking into my husband's lap.
His second yowl was louder than the first as I singed a second miniature tunnel to his cock and balls. It was surprising how much satisfaction it gave me to punish him.
"R ... R ... Ruthie," my pain-struck husband mangled my name, "you ... your pussy's the only one I want."
"Bullshit!" I thundered. "I saw you looking at my cunt out there on the lawn. If you're so loyal to Ruth's box, why were you drooling over her sister's?"
"Yeah!" Lori joined into my improvisation with glee. "I thought it was funny you took so long in the Thorntons' yard."
"P ... please don't burn me again!" Rick begged when the woman he thought was his wife lowered her burning cigarette to the crux of his legs.
Lori paid no attention to his plea. With a cruel smile she burned him all the way down to his prick.
"No more, no more ... please, no more," he sobbed in agony.
I was as heartless as I'd been in Lori's impersonation of me. Dashing my smoking cigarette in Rick's lap, I didn't stop twisting it until he was yowling and I could smell burning flesh. Oh, it was delicious.
"Let's find out which pussy he really likes best," Lori suggested the obvious. "He can fuck each of us."
"But he's so damn drunk," I said. "Do you think he can get it up?"
"If he can't, then we're not women," Lori winked.
We hurriedly stripped for action. When we were nude we gazed longingly at one another's bodies as we always did, marveling at the mirror image.
"Oh, Ruthie," Lori finally blurted, "it's so damn good to see you. You don't know how bored I've been out here in the sticks."
She'd just let the cat out of the bag. Fortunately, Rick had passed out and her potentially shocking news fell on deaf ears.
"Then you never made it with Rick?" I asked incredulously.
"Are you kidding?" she laughed. "I couldn't get him interested in anything but eating, sleeping and bowling until you showed up. You're the first woman I've seen him look at. Flashing your cunt on the lawn really did the trick."
All of a sudden I felt myself bursting with pride. I looked over at Rick with a new perspective now that I realized how much the sight of my pussy had turned him on.
Of course he wasn't a very pretty sight. Sloppily drunk, he was snoring in his chair, oblivious of what was going on around him. Snoring with his mouth handing open, he didn't look like he could be stirred with a stick of dynamite.
Neither Lori nor I were discouraged, though. We knew that what we had in our arsenal was more powerful than any TNT.
My sister went first, leading with her cunt. She squashed it right across Rick's face as she straddled his head with her thighs.
"Mmmmmmm," he stirred in his sleep. Down below his cock was swelling under his fly.
Lori rubbed her cunt some more. Its lips were sliding sensuously over the lips of Rick's mouth. Hot, fresh pussy juice must have been gushing down his throat.
"Ooooohhhh," he groaned in increasingly agitated slumber. His cock was getting so big now that its pink flesh was oozing out of the four holes dotting the straining crotch of his pants.
Getting in on some of the action, I grabbed one of my husband's inert hands and shoved it between my legs. His fingers weren't limp inside my spasming gash for long.
"Are you getting any signs of life down there, Sis?" Lori asked.
"Yesssss," I moaned from a miniature orgasm. "He's finger-fucking me to save his life. And his cock is about ready to bust out of his pants."
"Who gets to ball him first?"
"You're the guest," I said. "You go ahead."
"No, tonight, I'm the wife and you're the guest," Lori corrected me.
We both laughed at the confusion we had brought upon ourselves.
"From what I've heard tonight I've been getting a lot more action as Lori than you have as Ruth," I finally settled the issue, "so why don't you take first crack."
"That's fair," Lori agreed with my proposition. "If I had to watch you two making it without getting some myself first, my cunt might fall off."
"I'll just curl up on the sofa and watch the fun," I purred, and retreated to my perch.
Backing off from Rick's face, Lori turned her attention to the pulsing lump between his legs. Not even bothering with his zipper, she stuck her fingers into the holes we'd burned like she was picking up a bowling ball, and ripped the front of his trousers and shorts away from his loins.
Immediately she broke out laughing.
"Jesus Christ," she roared, "is this all the bigger his cock is? To think I've been driving myself crazy because I couldn't have this pitiful popgun."
She was right. Even in a state of rock-hardened erection, Rick's prick wasn't much. Tommy's had actually been longer, even if it wasn't quite as thick as his father's.
However, I still felt defensive about Lori's sarcasm. After all, Rick was still my husband. I felt obligated to stand up for him.
"If you stop talking and stick it in your cunt, maybe Rick's cock will surprise you," I snapped. "Don't knock it until you've tried it."
Anger flashed across my twin's face. "I was hoping a week as me would knock some of that middle-class shit out of you," Lori hissed. "But I see when the chips are down the loyal little wife in you comes right out in the open."
"Fuck him, and if you don't like it, then put us down," I issued my reckless dare. Certainly I had no rational reason to believe that a child's toy like Rick's prick would be able to satisfy my worldly sister.
"You've got yourself a bargain, my uptight twin," Lori took the bait I was an impulsive fool for offering. "Just keep your eyes wide open, Ruthie."
She sat on his lap, facing him. From the rear I could see Rick's hard-on filling the space between her open thighs. Lori reached down, made a quick adjustment, and he was penetrating her cunt. They w were fucking.
This, of course, was the very act that had been haunting me with its probability all week. By my past record, now that it was finally happening I should have been hysterical.
However, seeing my husband and sister fuck in the flesh instead of in my imagination had an entirely different effect on me than I had anticipated. Rather than being furious at Rick, I was rooting for him to perform with my twin better than he ever had with me.
Lori had been pushing me around my whole life. Now if Rick only had it in him to put her in her place for me.
"Oh, Jesus, what's happening?" he awoke.
"You're getting fucked, Ricky," Lori taunted him.
He looked up in her face. Even after focusing his eyes and blinking several times he still couldn't tell which one of us was on top of him.
"Ruthie?" he guessed.
"Try again," Lori teased.
"L ... Lori?"
"Could be," she said, "but I'll never tell. You just fuck each of us and decide which one is best. At the end we'll tell the name of the lucky owner. Our being identical twins will make it just like you being blindfolded."
The breezy way Lori was carrying on with Rick I knew she was treating this whole thing as a joke.
She obviously expected no satisfaction beyond a few laughs from an encounter with a six-inch cock.
"Come on, Rick, fuck her!" I implored him from across the room. "Find out which pussy is best. Don't let us down."
"Looks like my sister has a rooting interest in you," Lori observed. "I hope you won't let it influence your final decision in the sweepstakes."
I felt she was being unfair. "Come on ...." I stopped just short of calling her name. "Come on and help him. He's still so drunk he can't fuck you unless you start wiggling your ass."
"Why not," Lori laughed in the face of my fury, but there was a trace of self-consciousness around the edges. My militant stance was starting to show results.
She began rocking her ass. With satisfaction I could hear the wet sounds of Rick's hard-on working inside her cunt all the way across the room. She wasn't admitting it, but she was aroused enough by my husband's cock to have a damp twat.
"Come on, come on," I urged, "really fuck each other."
The cheeks of Lori's ass became a pink blur from the accelerating movement. Rick's tool was flashing up and down at the crux of the action like a piston.
"Harder! Harder!" I carried on. "Give it to her, Rick! Fuck her until she screams for more."
My exhortation had a miraculous power over him. Dissolving his drunkenness, it lifted him from the chair and impelled him to lift my sister in the air while he was still fucking her. I'd never seen him display such brute strength.
Squirming excitedly on the couch from the sight of the furious action, I realized that my pussy was smoldering. It was so wet there was already a big, greasy stain on the sofa. Incredibly, I was more turned on from watching my husband fucking another woman than I had ever been during the countless times he'd done it with me.
The way Rick was now possessing my sister he was like some sort of Greek god capable of complete dominance over mere mortals. She was like a toy in his strong hands as he held her in mid-air and moved her body back and forth.
He was no longer fucking her. He was raping her. "Make her scream!" I urged him. "Stick your cock in her so far she feels like you're ripping her in two."
"Yes, Rick," Lori gave in and groaned, "do what she says. Fuck me till it hurts!"
My gamble was working out. Even with his six-inch cock, Rick had come with an effort that was beginning to take my twin's breath away. Her skepticism was being rapidly transformed into panting appreciation.
Striding across the room, Rick slammed Lori up against a wall and kept her pinned there while he rammed away like a goring bull. The curved horn of his cock inside her cunt was making my sister wince and squeal with joy.
"Come, come, you bastard!" she cried.
"Not until you scream," I butted in.
"Yaaaarrrrgggghhh!" she shrieked.
"Give it to her, Rick," I gave my permission for the ejaculation.
He snorted like fire was coming out of his nostrils. Removing his hands from her torso, he kept Lori airborne in a wedge of his jack-hammering hard-on and the wall her skull was bouncing against.
"Oh God, I can feel it!" she squealed. "I can feel your cum inside my cunt! It's so hot I can't stand it!"
With wide-eyed interest, I watched the jizz flood from Lori's snatch and gush down the wall, puddling on the carpet. A paint job and a rug shampoo would be needed when things were back to normal.
I could no longer confine myself to the sofa. When Rick let my sister slide to the floor and his cock was still hard, I was there at his side fidgeting for my turn at bat.
"Don't forget about me," I said. "The experiment's not over yet."
"You said it," he leered. "And I know just the way I want it this time."
Reaching out with the flat of his hand, he pushed me backward until I fell into a chair. Then he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs all the way over my head so my feet were hooked over the top of the backrest. I was jack-knifed, my cunt in the perfect position for the deepest penetration possible from a six-inch cock.
Rick's prick shot between my upraised thighs like a guided missile. He was within me to the balls on the first thrust. His prick felt almost twice as long to me as it ever had before.
"Oh God, fuck me, Rick!" I groaned. "You've never fucked me like this before!"
It took my careless remark a moment to register. But when it did, Rick did a classic double take.
"Ruth!" he gasped my name as though I were an alien from another planet. "Is it you I'm fucking?"
I had no choice but to acknowledge my true identity. "Yes, dear, it's me. Are you glad?"
"Glad?" he shook his head in wonderment. "Hell, I'm flabbergasted. We didn't screw like this even before we were married. What's got into you, Ruthie?"
"Your big, thick cock," I gave him the greatest compliment any woman can give a man. "Now keep fucking me with it until you fill my pussy with more cum than you've ever shot in your life."