Chapter 11
Samantha, Beverly's older sister, decided to come calling. She wanted to see if the house was all right now that Beverly had taken off for Hawaii. She already had a key, so she let herself in without bothering to knock.
From the minute that stepped into the living room she heard some groaning and grunting. She listened carefully and noted that the sounds were emanating from the direction of the bedroom.
"That's odd," she said softly. "That sounds like someone making love. But that can't be. Bev is in Hawaii and Doug is staying here all alone."
For a moment she thought about the possibility that he might be cheating on her sister, but as quickly as she imagined it she dismissed the idea. That was unlikely given the gentlemanly nature of her brother-in-law.
Samantha figured that Doug had simply gone away and left the VCR on. He was always doing things like that-probably because he didn't have a sense of frugality when it came to saving money like she and her sister did.
She stepped down the hallway, but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard, "Oh Doug! Deeper! Shove that cock of yours in me deeper!"
Samantha's jaw dropped open in a voiceless gape. Something wretched was going on in the master bedroom. She couldn't be sure what it was, but she had the sickening thought that her worst fears might be realized.
Surely her gentlemanly brother-in-law wouldn't really be in the throes of intercourse! That just wasn't possible. No way.
"Oh Doug! Do me deep!" she heard a female say.
Sweet Mary! Her brother-in-law was in the throes of intercourse. Why that low-life son-of-a-bitch! For the sacred honor of her sister, she'd fix him.
She stepped around the corner and peered into the room. What greeted her eyes was a scene straight out of a horror movie.
Her brother-in-law was busy ramming his penis into a beautiful blonde's rectum!
"Oh! Do it Doug!" screamed the woman in a wickedly wanton voice. "Do it! Do it! Do it! Fuck me like you've never fucked before."
"I will, Connie! I will, I will, I will."
Samantha brought her hand to her mouth and gasped. They were fornicating like animals. And they were committing a terrible sin! They were practicing sodomy-the ultimate no-no!
"Fuck me, Doug! Fuck me!"
Samantha closed her eyes tightly and quickly whispered a silent prayer. She couldn't believe that anyone outside of a San Francisco bath house would practice such a vile act.
Oooh! It was too disgusting to believe.
Just to be sure that she wasn't imagining things, she opened her eyes to get another look.
Sure enough, they were still going at it. Doug was working his pelvis back and forth like a piston, whereas the woman bent over in front of him was panting like a dog in heat, willingly accepting the massive organ into her body.
And then Samantha noticed that the woman's hands were bound to the headboard above the bed. The woman couldn't run away if she had wanted.
"Oh my god!" Samantha gasped aloud. "Oh my dear sweet Jesus!"
Doug stopped his assault on Connie's ass and looked in the direction of the doorway. He immediately recognized the shocked face of his sister-in-law. "Uh oh!" he said with a gulp.
"Honey! Why did you stop?" asked Connie. "I still want your cock. I still need it."
"You fiend! You fiend!" shouted Samantha as she grabbed a vase from off of a night table and rushed towards the mattress. "Tying up this poor defenseless woman to the bedposts and raping her! I'll have you sent to the state penitentiary for twenty years."
He gulped again. The idea of spending two decades with a group of horny fellows who never saw female flesh had no appeal to him whatsoever. His own asshole twitched with discomfort at the thought.
"Get away from this poor girl," shouted Samantha. "I'm going to untie her."
Connie looked over her shoulder to see what was transpiring. She saw someone who looked like Beverly approach the bed. The woman leaned over, and began untying the stockings which bound her to the headboard. "Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" asked Connie angrily.
Samantha was startled by the tone of voice which the woman on the bed had used. "Why ...why ...I'm untying you so you can get up and be free."
"Buzz off, sugar. I don't want to be untied."
"You ...you don't want to ...be untied?"
"No, I don't. Now, if you would leave us alone, we'll get back to doing what we were doing."
Samantha was stunned. She had come to assist the poor woman. This was not the kind of thanks that she had expected.
"You ...you ...mean that you want to be raped!"
"I'm not being raped, you hayseed. We're having a little fun, that's all. Now if you would take your overly righteous concerns back to the Pentecostal Sunday school, we can get back to fucking—that is, not unless you want to join us."
Samantha was flabbergasted. The woman didn't show the slightest bit of gratitude for her concern. "How dare you speak to me like that! I'll have you know that I'm a fine upstanding citizen of this community."
"Oh fuck off," said Connie.
"I know the mayor!"
"I've fucked the mayor!"
"I'm a member of the Concerned Citizens Committee."
"I've fucked most of the male members!"
"You're disgusting!"
"You're unreal," said Connie.
Doug, who hadn't removed his penis from Connie's rectum, said, "Er ...this is my sister-in-law, Connie. Her name is Samantha."
He expected Connie to be embarrassed by this revelation, and that she would beg that he cover her nudity. But instead she calmly said, "So you're Beverly's sister. I do notice the family resemblance. Well, I'm pleased to meet you. I would shake your hand, but as you can see my hands are presently pre-occupied. So, why don't you just pat me on the tits in a friendly manner. I'll understand."
For a moment, Doug thought that Samantha was going to faint. His sister-in-law rolled her eyes in her head and turned as pale as a ghost.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"I don't believe this. I don't believe any of it! The world is going to hell!"
"No it isn't," replied Connie. "It already went to hell a long time ago. Back during the Middle Ages. You might have heard of it. That's when the Church controlled everything."
"Have you no morality! Have you no decency!"
"Both are relative concepts. But in truth, I consider myself more moral than the righteous hypocrites who attend church, and yet hate their neighbors for believing in a different faith. Since my faith is the pleasure of the human body, I don't have to attend church with the hypocrites like you."
Samantha was angrier than she had ever been in her life. "You're vile!" she shouted. "You're wicked—that's what you are."
"No, I'm normal, that's what I am," replied Connie. "And if you would get a life, you'd be normal too."
Samantha saw that she wasn't getting anywhere by arguing with Connie, so she pointed an accusing finger at Doug and said, "I'm going to tell my sister on you ...you ...you beast! You'll be sorry that you ever cheated on her. You just wait!"
With those words, she turned and stormed out of the room, down the hallway, and out of the house.
"What's eating that bitch?" asked Connie as she shook her ass, trying to get Doug to pumping into her rectum again.
He breathed deeply and sighed. "She's got a moral hang-up like every member in Beverly's immediate family. But she's the worst because she teaches Sunday school and is a member of a bunch of so-called citizen's groups."
"You'd think that she never saw two people fucking before."
He laughed as he began pumping into her again. "I can assure you that she hasn't."
"Ahhh! That's better," cooed Connie, welcoming his penis back into the deep recesses of her lower body. She smiled and asked, "You're not saying that she's a virgin, are you?"
"Probably. She's never been married and I've never seen her with a man. The only sex she gets is probably from the fingers of her right hand."
Connie giggled. "I'm glad that I'm not like that. Give me some more cock, Doug. I need to get back on that sexual plateau which I was on before being rudely interrupted."
"Right on!" he said as he held on to her hips and picked up the tempo.
"You know, she's not a bad looking bitch. Although she could pay a little more attention to her hairstyle and to her frumpy clothes. And a little exercise would get her into fairly good shape. In no time at all, she could be as pretty as Beverly. Maybe I can give Samantha some pointers on how to improve her appearance."
"Forget it," advised Doug as he sawed in and out of her posterior orifice. "You'd be wasting your time. Samantha's got to get her brain out of the past before she's ready for the present."
"Yea. Too bad about people like that. They usually don't wake up to what they've missed out of life until it's too late. She'll be an old hag with sagging tits and a bristlecone twat before she realizes that she should have ditched Puritanism in favor of hedonism."
"Yea. I'm glad that you got me off on the right track."
"That a boy, Doug! Fuck me deeper."
Meanwhile, outside the house, Samantha was a nervous wreck. The sight of those two naked bodies writhing in ecstasy atop the mattress had unnerved her. She was so upset that she worried about driving. She concluded that she would surely be a danger to other drivers if she were to head out on the road.
But there was something else that perturbed her. The sight of her brother-in-law's naked and muscular body, and what he was doing to that comely blonde neighbor was now firmly fixed in her mind. The sight of his penis—just wedged inside of Connie's tiny little pink anus—was an image that still blazed in front of her eyes.
Samantha felt her cheeks flush. Goodness! That usually only happened when she gave political speeches at Right-to-Life rallies.
Furthermore, she felt a warm flush between her breasts. Goodness! That usually only happened when she watched Robert Redford movies and saw him in a love scene.
And if that weren't enough—she felt a warm flush down between her thighs. That hardly ever happened. The last time was when she watched Patrick Swayze moving his body in the movie, "Dirty Dancing."
She was feeling antsy and she didn't know why. Butterflies seemed to be a flight in her stomach. Surely it wasn't the sight of her naked brother-in-law which had done this to her. She knew that she was above that sort of thing. After all, she was a good moral woman and had been one for her entire life.
She then noticed that the nipples of her breasts were straining against the fabric of her bra. They hadn't done that in ages.
She brought her hand to her forehead. "Oh my!" she said. "I feel faint."
A man who was leaning against a nearby stop sign heard her and came walking over. "Is there anything the matter, miss?" he asked.
"I ... I ... I ...don't know," she said, still holding her palm to her forehead.
"Well, what's wrong? Maybe I can be of some help."
"I ...I ...I ...just caught my brother-in-law making love to my sister's best friend. And now I feel ...sort of funny."
He looked at her with a peculiar expression on his face. "So, you caught them in the act of having sex, eh?"
Samantha nodded her head quickly.
"You look a bit flushed."
"I am," she replied, grateful that this man was nearby to listen to her troubles.
"Are you flushed between your breasts?" he asked in the manner that a medical doctor might.
"Yes. How did you know?"
He didn't respond to her question. Instead he asked, "And do you feel a warm flush between your thighs as well?"
"Yes! Yes!" She was amazed by his observational powers. Maybe this man was a medical doctor of some sort. Maybe he could explain the strange affliction which had come over her.
"Hmm!" he said, very much like a physician making a diagnosis. "And do you feel butterflies in your lower abdomen."
"Oh doctor! You're describing my symptoms precisely."
"And your nipples? They're hard and erect right now."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Well, young lady, it's quite obvious that you've been lacking something in your diet."
"Oh, please tell me, doctor. Is it niacin, or protein, or carbohydrates, or what?"
"It's none of those things at all. It's this."
She had been listening to him so intently that she hadn't noticed that he had unzipped his trousers and had pulled out his penis. There, next to the rear view mirror, not more than twelve inches in front of her innocent face, was a big fat penis pointed straight at her.
She was utterly shocked. "You ...you ...you're not an M.D.?" she asked nervously, unable to draw her eyes away from his manhood.
"Hell no!" he said with a laugh. "I'm Mr. Smith. I'm just the neighborhood wino. I thought that everyone knew me around these parts."
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, suddenly aware that she was within kissing distance of a wino's dick. She reached down, turned the ignition, and stepped on the gas. No longer did she care if she were a danger to other drivers. To her, the most important thing was to get away from this perverted neighborhood and back to the side of town where righteous people lived and the Moral Majority had the most members.
She looked in the rear-view mirror as she sped away and heard him shout, "Hey! Don't you want something for your symptoms?"
"Ha!" she said. "I've gotten away again. My virtue is still intact. The very idea of that ... that ... that awful wino—telling me that I needed a penis to cure my symptoms. Ha! That's the last thing I need. I need a penis in me like I need a hole in the head."
She pulled into a burger joint and asked for a burger. She bit her nails as she waited at the window for her order. She grimaced when she thought of that man's ugly penis.
She recalled that his wasn't nearly as long as Doug's. But then, her brother-in-law's wasn't as fat. She found it interesting that penises came in various shapes and sizes. No doubt there were many other types of which she was unaware.
She heard her order called and reached out for it. However, she was appalled to see the teenage boy holding his pecker in his hand along with her order.
"What in heaven's name do you think you're doing?" she shouted.
"You told us that you wanted two burgers, but to hold our penises."
"I said what!"
"Your exact words were, 'Give me two burgers, but hold your penis. I want to see if I like it'."
She now knew that the whole world needed professional help.
She sped away without even bothering to pick up her order. However, she did take note of the fact that the burger boy's penis was uncircumcised. That was one more type that she would have to remember.
She smiled. She imagined that if she kept seeing penises at this rate, she would need to start a file.