Chapter 6
Brad seethed all during the day following his discovery of his wife's participation in the three-way orgy with Chuck and Janet. His participation in the sensory sessions was halfhearted and he was downright nasty to Martha at lunch when she sat down next to him with her lunch tray.
"Who the fuck needs your company? If I wanna eat with a hooker I'll make an appointment with one," he growled in a voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "For a sweet little wife you turned out to be a real swinger. Go eat with your new stud! Maybe he'll let you eat his cock for dessert."
Martha rose angrily and moved toward the table occupied by Chuck and Janet. "Well, at least he can get it up, lover, which is something," she shot back at him with a toss of her head.
The luscious Velda had watched this little scene with quiet relish. Bitchy wives had made her life miserable for many years with their snotty haughtiness. Furthermore, several times they had foiled her attempts at stealing their well-to-do husbands by the simple method of basic economics. A short, direct talk with such straying malcontents made it perfectly clear that even Velda's extraordinary sexuality wasn't worth financial ruin. It was so unfair. The cowardly bitches were afraid to compete with her on a sexual level and always reverted to the financial clout.
In a smooth, catlike motion she rose and swayed sensually over to Brad's side. Every set of male eyes hungrily watched her voluptuous body as she walked. Her firm, full buttocks rose and fell with heavy lustiness with each graceful step. She accentuated her natural pelvic motions just for the pure hell of it, causing her venus mound to roll back and forth with suggestive allure beneath the tightly molded fabric of her slacks.
"Hi, Brad," she intoned. Her voice was throaty and throbbed with desire. "Care if I join you? Nobody seems to want our company for lunch."
Brad's eyeballs nearly leaped from their sockets as he turned to see who stood by his side. "Well, I should say I don't. Welcome to my parlour, etc., etc.," he leered up at her, his eyes crawling lasciviously and slowly over her full breasts, belly, and rounded mons. "Who needs a whining bitch when he can enjoy the company of an appreciative, red-blooded woman?"
"You're sweet Brad. I'm sorry I cooled you at the pool session yesterday, but I need a jealous wife like an extra thumb," she said, lowering her lush buttocks onto the bench beside him. "Every decent hunk of man I've met in my short life seems to be attached to some - female."
"Well this one is attached, but not for long, m show her she can't put horns on my head and get away with it," Brad muttered.
"Oh-ho!" exclaimed Velda slyly. "Caught her in the act, I assume?"
"Yeah. I guess six inches of cock down her throat qualifies as in the act. Jesus! She'd never even hold mine, let alone ... ahhh...."
"Suck it!" Velda finished his halting declaration.
Brad's eyes opened in amazement at her open use of such boldly vulgar language. While his eyes widened, his cock swelled. Such a raw, grossly erotic expression from such a sexpot was wildly exciting. Hell! Most women he'd known gave a wide berth to the base expressions of lust and sex.
"Ya say it like ya dig it," he exclaimed huskily.
"I suppose 'ladies' aren't supposed to 'dig' such things; are they Brad?" she rejoined. "Only the virile male?"
"No! Oh no!" Brad replied. "I didn't mean to put it down. It's just so refreshingly honest, that's all. But that doesn't answer my question. Do you dig that kind of down-and-at-it sex? Most females don't, or at least claim they don't."
Her left hand had unobtrusively arrived on his right thigh. She squeezed it and said, "Actions are so much better than words, Brad. Let's don't talk about it anymore. OK? Maybe we can explore the subject further down at the baths tonight. That is if your wife will let you off the leash that long." With that, she rose, rolled her hips lasciviously and walked out of the room toward the living quarters.
Brad's thigh trembled where her supple finger had rested. His cock was swelled to bunched hardness in his crotch and pulsed with surges of lust at the thought of an opportunity to taste the wild lustiness of such a fantastic body. He'd be goddamned sure to be at the baths tonight, wife or no.
Returning his empty dishes to the bin provided, he made his way to his cottage. Martha was sprawled out on the bed napping. Her legs were akimbo and parted. The creamy fullness of her ripe thighs made him. even hornier. She was a bitch, but a sexy one. As he slid down onto the bed beside her, she shifted her hips slightly, causing her thighs to spread even wider. In the juncture of her crotch, the soft tuft of her pubic thatch moved upward, then down again. "Ohhh Chuck ... yes ... more, more," she moaned in her sleep.
Something snapped in Brad's head. With a cry he thrust her off the bed with a powerful heave. "You nogood, lousy cunt! Havin' a fuckin' wet dream on my own goddamned bed! Dreamin' you're bein' fucked by that blond cocksucker you sucked off last night. I'll kill ya! By God ... I'll...." he roared, and leaped onto his wife's cringing form.
He straddled her and his hand whipped back and forth, savagely slapping her head. After a few screams and a half-dozen solid smacks, he rose up from his sobbing victim. His face was red from his cowardly exertion but the wicked smile on his face expressed his inner pleasure.
"Now, you two-faced loose-cunted bitch-kitty, just remember there's more where that came from the next time you decide to have one of your foul dream-fucks."
Martha didn't answer. Instead she crawled into the bathroom and locked the door. He heard water running and assumed correctly that she was attempting to repair the damage caused by his blows.
Brad felt his frustration and anger ebb out of his mind and body. The release provided by expelling his wrath on Martha flowed over him like the warmth of a summer evening. It made him drowsy and completely relaxed.
Also, it reminded him of Diane, his older sister. She too had been a real bitch. He chuckled bitterly to himself as he remembered. She had made his life hell until he reached his sixteenth birthday.
As far back as he could remember, Diane had been the favorite of both of his parents. Her outwardly sweet innocence, cute ways and impeccable behavior had made him appear like a monster in comparison. He, and he alone, knew how rotten she really was.
She lied, cheated, and stole. But she was clever beyond her years and always managed to escape detection. Invariably the blame for all her misdeeds landed either on Brad's shoulders or those of some hapless playmate.
Carefully, she nurtured the immaculate image of herself until their parents faith in her unswerving goodness was almost religious. Thus she gained control of Brad, and of her new friends. They soon learned to do her bidding to avoid her perpetrating some offense for which they would receive the blame. Even adults weren't safe from her wily mind.
Once when Brad's Uncle Sam and Aunt Milly were staying for a week's visit, Diane pleaded with Uncle Sam to take her with him when he and her father went fishing up on the lake. Uncle Sam gently refused, explaining that fishing trips were for men and boys only. Brad remembered Diane's face. It became set in that familiar expression he knew so well. Uncle Sam had made an enemy.
After they had returned, the family had finished dinner and was relaxing in the living room. Uncle Sam was sprawled out on the long chaise couch. Brad's parents and Aunt Milly were at the player piano singing and laughing. Brad had taken up a position on the floor next to his uncle.
He remembered how Diane, then only eighteen years old, had sweetly tripped into the room, and climbed up onto Sam's lap. Giggling, playfully, she'd straddled his thighs and faced him. "Play horse, Uncle Sam. Bounce me like a horse," she demanded.
"OK, you little honeybee, I'll give you a real lively ride on a bronco. Hang on!" Uncle Sam had declared in his booming voice. Brad's parents had looked around and laughed at the gleeful scene.
At first Brad had suspected nothing. Then, as the cavorting increased in joyous abandon, he was amazed to see Diane's nimble fingers loose the buttons of his uncle's fly, then disappear into the opening. Sam's face had frozen into a mask of disbelief as he stopped all motion. As he did so, Diane's fingers reappeared. Her small hand was clasping the thick shaft of Sam's cock. The red tip was still clear in Brad's mind.
Just at that moment Diane shrieked, leapt from his lap, clasped her crotch with one hand, and ran from the room crying as if she'd been raped. As the adults at the piano whirled to investigate the hubbub, the evidence was clearly visible. Sam's cock lay exposed, long and naked as it sprouted from his open fly. Diane's scream, combined with the grasp she had on her crotch, completed the scene. Only an idiot could have missed the picture.
Brad's dad had leapt on his brother and thrashed him with curses and merciless blows. Aunt Milly had run sobbing to the guest room. Within an hour they were gone. Brad had never seen them in his house again.
His mother had ran to his sister's room to calm her down from the supposedly terrifying experience. For a split-second Brad had considered telling his parents the truth but rejected the thought quickly. From long experience he knew they'd never believe Diane capable of such a cold and nasty act. Christ, they refused to believe she had the slightest fault. They most certainly wouldn't accept his story as anything but foul. Punishment would be swift, too. So he just kept his mouth shut and dreamed of the time when he could even the score with Diane.
Years later, after her eighteenth birthday, he was lazily clipping the roses in the garden by the summerhouse in the back yard when he heard Diane and her closest girlfriend, Lois, in a tense, low-voiced conference in the summerhouse. Curious, he had crawled closer under cover of the thick rose bushes and lilac. Lois was obviously angry and very upset.
"Diane, you're horrible, just plain horrible. In fact you're crazy. You know how I feel about Bucky. He's mine and you just better leave him alone. You know scads of boys who'd do anything to ... well, get in your pants. Bucky's mine, so you better forget it"
"You're really selfish, Lois. Who introduced you to Bucky? Me! All I want is one date with him. Like I told you, it's to win a bet with Shirley Funk. She bet me five dollars I couldn't get a date with Bucky. It's a matter of principle. I won't let her win. Besides, we could both use the money. Now, how about it? Be a sport. What possible harm could it do? One date at the movies isn't a big deal. I'll get you a date with my brother and well double. That way you'll be there all the time."
A long silence followed. Finally Lois gave in. "OK, Diane, OK. But remember, just this once. But you better keep your hands off of Bucky or I'll scratch your eyes out." Diane just giggled and they left the summerhouse.
So that Saturday night Brad had double-dated with his sister as planned. Lois was clearly unhappy at having an escort nearly two years younger than herself. Also, she had made sure Diane sat next to her in the movie. After the movie they had gone directly to Diane's house for refreshments as planned. The four of them had the house to themselves because Brad's folks were at a late party with the Masterons, who lived way across town.
Diane's face was set in that mischievous look Brad knew so well. "How about a game?" she asked.
Bucky answered that he was agreeable. He was a large, lanky guy for his age, not too bright, but built ruggedly. Diane's eyes had been scanning him from head to toe all evening. Brad noticed a new expression, too. Her eyes were bright and half-closed when she studied him. He didn't realize it at that particular moment, because sex was something he'd never connected with his sister. To Brad, she was simply a pain in the ass. The fact that she had large, meaty breasts, a small waist, and ripe buttocks just failed to register with him.
The game Diane chose was new to Brad. Diane called it Body Search. The player who was "it" had to attach a small band-aid to his or her body. One of the partners of the opposite sex had to locate the band-aid within five minutes. If they failed, the person with the band-aid could attach it to the loser's person where they pleased. AH of this was required to be performed in complete darkness. Diane volunteered to be first.
As the living room was plunged into blackness, Diane giggled and Brad could here her clothes rusde mysteriously. "OK! I'm all set. Now let's see who I want to search me. I know! My little brother."
Brad remembered his embarrassed hesitation as he realized that finding that band-aid would mean touching his sister's bare skin, almost certainly in a part of her he'd never even thought about until then. Bravely, he'd groped with nervous fingers over her face. At his fingertips grazed her lips, he was amazed at their soft fullness. As the seconds ticked by he ran out of non-private flesh and was forced to begin feeling the contours of her chest. Nervously his fingers roamed over the large swelling mounds of Diane's breasts. Beneath his sweaty palms he felt her nipples swell and pop out stiffly.
"Gollv!" he exclaimed huskily. I'm sorry, Di."
"Oh bud, don't be silly. It feels wonderful. I can tell you're gonna be a good lover to some lucky girls. Here; maybe this will help," she giggled sexily, and Brad's hand was suddenly clasping her bare breast. The hot, soft globe burned his hand like a fresh coal from a fire but he didn't give up. Instead he squeezed the soft, meaty mound vigorously. His sister moaned softly and pressed his hand firmly against her breast. Ohhh ... my! Oh that's sooo...."
"Time!" chimed Bucky. "You can quit feelin' your sister's tits, Brad. Jesus! I got hot just listening. Didn't you, Lois?"
"Tits don't excite me, Bucky," Lois replied sarcastically. "Remember, I have a rather good set myself."
"Oh yeah. I guess so. In fact I know so. Just wait till it's my turn, Lois. You'll find out how a 'good' man feels."
I blushed. Then suddenly Diane's fingers were on my thigh. "Now, little brother, it's my turn to hide the band-aid on you. And remember, I can put it anywhere I choose." Brad felt her fingers grope onto his crotch. As she fumbled around he realized she was trying to open his fly. Jesus! She wouldn't dare-or would she? A trickle of sweat burst from his armpit and coursed down his side. He felt her slide the zipper on his pants. His cock trembled. Then her hot, supple fingers slid through the opening flap of his jockey shorts and closed tightly around the shaft of his cock.
"Mmm...." Diane murmured in his ear, "I always wondered how you were built, Brad. Ohhh ... it's swelling and getting hard, WOW! Gee, baby, I won't ever call you 'little brother' again. That's some prick for an eleven-year-old boy. Let's see how you like this."
Her fingers began to move slowly up and down in a rhythmic pumping action. His penis engorged to full erection and he gasped with surprise, amazement, and enjoyment. "Golly ... oh golly ... gee ... Sis ... that feels great. Ohhh ... Jesus!" He was savoring each deliberate stroke of her bold, grasping fingers. An electric-like shock burst from his scrotum as she increased the tempo of her up-and-down action. He knew he'd ejaculate in a few more strokes and began to move his pelvis in counter-rhythm to Diane's pumping hand. Just as he felt the surge of his gism prepare for eruption, she stopped and removed her hand. God! She wouldn't be that cruel. No! It wasn't possible. She'd begin again in a second. Ohhh God!
"OK, Lois!" Diane chuckled, "you find the band-aid. I give up."
"Come on, Diane," Bucky croaked excitedly, "I got another band-aid I've hidden. Find it!"
Lois had moved alongside Brad as Diane rolled over to Bucky's side. "Brad? Help me! I gotta find that band-aid on you fast. Where is it?" Her voice was low and kinda tense.
Brad grabbed her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock. "Here! And forget about that band-aid, just rub it. Hurry!"
As her hand touched his large, hard member, she gasped in astonishment. "Brad! Your ... prick! It's so ... oh golly. Mmmmm ... I must admit, it's nice and ... ohhh my but it's sooo hard. You poor boy! I'll help. I know what she did. Here; gimme your hand while I finish up what she started."
Her fingers were even better than Diane's as she clasped Brad's cock and began jacking him off with tantalizing, pumping strokes. As Brad felt the surges of lust return, her hand had led his own under her dress, between the round firmness of her smooth ripe thighs, and placed his palm on the small, rounded protuberance of her mons. "Wait!" she commanded, released his hand, arched her pelvis up sharply and pulled her panties downward. His fingers were suddenly engulfed in a springy, thick pelt of crisp pubic hair.
"Now! Put your fingers into me! Hurry, Brad. Can't you feel how hot and juicy I am down there? You do me while I do you. Come on! Do it!" Her voice was suddenly husky, low, and urgent with desire.
Brad pressed his middle finger upward through the damp, thick hair mat. It slid suddenly into the hot, juicy furrow of her outer cunt, covering his entire finger with warm, sticky cunt-honey. "Ohhh," she moaned softly as his fingertip slid deeper into the hot, sticky vortex of the burning hole between the thick flesh lips. He paused briefly to savor the slick, hot excitement of this amazing fleshpot. It was the first time for Brad. His senses were literally reeling with the waves of sensuality rolling over his entire body, particularly in his balls, cock, and guts.
"Ohh ... goddamn," he cired, "pump harder, Lois! Jack off ... jack off ... ahhh ... Jesus! Your twat is so ... oohhhh .. I'm gonna ram my finger into you so fuckin' deep ... OHHH!" Brad's hoarse cries rang out loudly.
He was past caring about Diane and Bucky or anyone else. His pelvis bucked, writhed, and leapt as Lois pumped faster and faster. Her fingers flew like flesh pistons as she jacked his bursting cock to the final surging peak of orgasm.
He came in a sharp eruption of hot gism. A series of spurts shot from the depths of his scrotum; one ... two ... then two large globs shot forth mightily as Brad's body arched upward like a released bow. "AAHHHGGG ... GOD!"
As the white heat of the bursting lights inside his head subsided, and his buttocks returned to the floor, Lois's fingers still glided gently up and down his trembling cock. "Oh Brad. baby, you came so much. My hands are covered with that hot sticky stuff. I love it! Ohhh yes ... it makes your dick all slick and lubricated so I can jerk you more smoothly. See? Isn't that groovy?"
As she cooed these vulgarities in his ear, Brad strained his ears to hear what Diane and Bucky were doing.
All he could hear was Wane's low, throaty moans of pleasure until suddenly Bucky's hoarse scream rent the air. "Suck! Ohhh suck, suck, suck ... YAAHHH ... I'm com-"
Diane's moans stopped suddenly, only to be replaced by loud gulping and swallowing sounds. Then Brad heard her dress rustle and wondered if the words he'd heard were literal, or just the wild mouthings of Bucky's fantasy as she had jacked him off to a wild ejaculation.
He'd heard of such base things, but like all such rumors, mostly exaggerated. Still, the. words had been very clear: "suck" was hard to mispronounce, even in the throes of orgasm.
His wonderings were interrupted suddenly by a blinding flash of light. Blinded momentarily, he sat frozen.
Diane's shriek pierced the stunned silence. "Split! It's my folks. The car's headlights always do that through the window when they come home."
Like scurrying rats they stumbled up and into the kitchen where the lights were on. Hurriedly, Diane grabbed a deck of cards from a drawer and dealt them all a hand. "Make like we're playing Old Maid. Brad! For Christ sake zip up your fly and put your thing back inside." Diane's voice had triggered him into reality and he had pushed his wet swollen member into his pants.
None too soon, either. His father and mother appeared in the kitchen door. "So! Caught you at last," his father said with a twinkle in his eyes. "We heard there was a hot poker game in progress somewhere in our neighborhood."
Bucky, Lois, and Brad just gulped with relief over the narrow escape. Diane was unperturbed.
"Oh, Daddy, we're just playing Old Maid. We're too young to play such a complicated game as poker. Besides, that's gambling. You know I can't stand gambling," she cooed innocently.
"Well, honey, I was only kidding," grinned her dad, "but now it's time for your company to go."
Later, as Brad had lain in bed drowsily reliving the delicious experiences of the evening, he heard his door open and close quietly.
"It's me, big brother," whispered Diane. "I'm still all hot and excited from Bucky." He felt her slip under the covers and snuggle close to him.
"Di! Jesus! Mom and Dad are just down the hall.
Get outta here before they find us in bed together," he whispered urgently, shoving her away.
"Don't be silly, Brad. They're both too busy," replied Diane with a low, sultry snicker.
"Huh?"
"Oh, Brad, you're so dumb. Mom and Dad are fucking up a storm right this minute. Doesn't it make you sexy just thinkin' about it?"
He'd never actually thought about it. Somehow, like most kids, it had never occurred to him that his parents fucked. It seemed nasty just thinking about it. "You're really somethin' else, Di," he croaked angrily. "I never realized how much of a snot you were until tonight. God! If Mom and Dad only knew. Wow!"
Sliding back against him, Diane wiggled evilly. "Oh yes, that would be something, wouldn't it? But who would ever make them believe it? You?"
"I saw what you did to Uncle Sam that time. Boy, you sure got nerve," Brad said, curling up in a ball under the covers.
"I know, but you didn't say a word and I know why," Diane replied. "Nobody would have believed you because you're always in some kinda trouble, sweet. The trick is to pull things without getting caught. Now, are you going to be a good boy and finish what Bucky started, or do I leave and get even?"
"How?"
"I have my ways, dear brother. You really thought that flash of light was Mom and Dad comin' home, didn't you?" Her voice was rich with smugness and her fingers were invading the crevice formed by his thighs. At first he didn't remember, then the frightening moment was clear in Brad's mind.
"What's that got to do with gettin' even if I don't...?" His voice trailed off as her fingers touched the tip of his prick. His body tensed with erotic sensations, but his fear of his Dad's wrath blended with his growing desire to offset its enjoyment. If he and Diane were discovered like this, he, not she, would bear the brunt of its force. Knowing his father's fanatic morality, the result would be too horrible to contemplate. God, what a predicament. His cock was swelling to erect fullness under Diane's hungry finger manipulations, despite his fear. The soft roundness of her full breasts against his chest and the succulent feel of her thighs, and protruding mound pressing against his buttocks were causing his desire for her body to reach monumental proportions. At fifteen, his urges were rampant to begin with. To have such a succulent morsel offered, no, pushed at him, was beyond reasonable bounds of restraint As a last stubborn attempt at resistance he said, "I won't give in, Diane. I want to, but he'd kill me if he found out. Golly, have a heart and go away."
At first she didn't answer. All he could hear was her rapid breathing. Her firm, full breasts were moving in a slow rotary gyration against his back and her fingers were massaging the length of his rigid cock with faster, more urgent strokes. Suddenly he realized how aroused she was. Finally she said, "No way, brother dear. My pussy's just about to burst, I'm so funky and excited. AH I can think about is a stiff cock right now, and yours is just right. You do as I say or Dad will get a nice picture of Lois jacking off his sonny-boy." Her voice was low, husky and trembling with pent-up desire.
With a burst,-Brad realized what the brilliant flash of Hght had been. The little bitch had stashed her camera in the living room prior to the band-aid game, deliberately planning to get damning evidence on one of them. Probably Lois, according to her original plan, but the early return of their parents had caused her to rush the plans. As fate would have it, and as was usual with Diane's fantastic luck, she'd managed to accomplish even more. She had the lever she wanted on Lois, plus Brad as a little bonus. He knew he was beaten. If shown the picture, no one would connect her with it. Her care fully built .reputation was impeccable. Also, he knew from experience that Diane never made idle threats. She'd do it.
With a moan of lust and resignation Brad clutched Diane's full breasts and sank his face into the moist meatiness of their succulent resilience. He might as well enjoy her offerings of flesh and be done with it.
As he kissed the bursting firmness of the soft undersides of her breasts she pressed them tightly to his roaming lips, guiding his mouth to the taut nipples. As his lips closed over one, she moaned her sensual pleasure. The grape-sized flesh baubles were hard, and throbbed to the touch of his warm mouth.
"Suck 'em," breathed Diane huskily, "suck 'em and lick them with your tongue. Make circles! Ohhh yes. Yes, yes ... ahhh." Her grasping fingers released his throbbing shaft, wormed downward over his swollen balls and cupped them. Gently at first, then with roughness born of surging desire, she squeezed, massaged, and gripped his swollen globes with fierce, hungry urgency.
Her other hand grasped his head and forced it downward away from the succulent tit-meat. Down, down his lips traveled. Over the trembling plain of her leaping stomach muscles, over the smooth, sweat moistened hillock of her soft creamy belly, finally to the thick, crisp forest of her pelt. His mouth was buried in the damp, moist thatch. Like a thick hair carpet, it lay in a crisp crown on her luscious pubic mound.
Wild erotic images burst in Brad's mind. He'd never dreamed he'd ever get near a real live cunt for many years and here, in his own bedroom, his mouth was on the very edge of a hot, squirming twat, his sister's at that. He lost all inhibitions at the thought and plunged his mouth downward.
His tongue roamed the turgid, hair-covered lips of Diane's swollen labia, licking, kissing, and nipping them all over. Suddenly, she opened her thighs wide.
His nostrils were assailed by the pungent, musky smell exuding from the glistening hot folds of her juicy young cunt. Stunned by the raw, sensual pungence, Brad paused, savoring the musky perfume. Suddenly he felt his head being rammed downward and his mouth, nose and chin were swallowed by throbbing, slick-hot walls of juicy cunt-meat.
"Suck me! Eat it! Ohhh ... tongue my clit ... Ohhh ... God!" Diane's husky, urgent voice commanded roughly. "Yes ... oh yes ... there, there ... no, no, deeper .. Ah! Right-on, dear. OOOHHH ... yes!" Her pelvis rolled, bucked and arched sharply, driving Brad's probing tongue deeper into the throbbing, juicy crevice of her cunt.
Simultaneously, her fingers pumped up and down frantically like a giant cunt on his bursting member. Then, as Brad's tongue rolled the hot succulent pip of flesh just above the convulsing orifice of her vagina, she tensed, jerked and cried out sharply: "I'm ... I'm ... OHHHH ... AAAGGG." With sharp, violent twitches of her body she climaxed thunderously and squeezed Brad's cock so hard he nearly fainted. He never felt the pain so much. It was his first experience at seeing a female in orgasm that made his senses reel. God! It was enough to make a guy come just watchin' a girl come!
As he held her close, she still twitched and groaned softly. Her post-orgasmic sensations lasted several full minutes. It made his cock throb and ache even more. She'd come before him and his balls ached painfully.
Finally, her moans and body twitches subsided. She rolled away, leaned up on one elbow and gazed at his erect phallus. It stood above his tense, flat stomach like an ivory tower.
Her eyes scanned its trembling length hungrily. "Oh, Brad. It's bigger and thicker than Bucky's. I'll bet you'd just love to have it ... sucked."
Numbly, Brad nodded. His entire genital area was aching and throbbing. He actually didn't hear her words, just that she was offering relief of some kind. Closing his eyes, he anticipated the return of her supple ringers around his steel-hard cock. Instead felt his cock being engulfed by a delicious wetness. Opening his eyes, he watched in astonished delight as his organ disappeared into the depths of Diane's mouth. He felt the bulging tip of his prick scrape the wet, soft walls of her throat and waves of lust coursed from his loins, up his scrotum, and rippled through his spine; Diane was sucking his cock. The rumors were true-deliciously, erotically, mind-burstingly true.
In rapt fascination, he watched her head bob up and down above his crotch. Her mouth glided up, down, up, down ... ohhh Jesus. The sensation was indescribable. He felt her tongue whip around the tip of his cock as she paused every other time on the upstroke of her suckling. With blinding expertise, her hot pink tonguetip flicked, licked, and darted around the thick rim of his pulsing glans, generating wave after wave of sensual electricity to pulse through his cock and scrotum. She must have loved it, too. Her mouth was full of prick but she moaned and grunted like a whore in heat. "Mmmm ... uuuh; ughhh ... yaahhh ... mm."
As his sensations began to peak, he reached down, clutched her thick black hair and guided her hand in increasingly rapid bobbing motions. As his boiling hot load of gism erupted from the depths of his scrotum, he lunged upward, driving his bursting organ deep into her throat. His gism geysered forth in sharp, hot spurts. He groaned, his body arched like a bow as his come gushed into her gulping mouth.
Collapsing, he fell back onto the wet sheets and she let his member slither from her mouth. The corners of her mouth were dripping with his semen. She licked it into her mouth and savored it. "Salty, but nice. Bucky's was too salty. Your is delicious, brother dear. Aw, don't look so horrified. Mother sucks daddy's cock almost every night. I know, I watch from the ledge out side their window. Would you believe it, they keep the lights on! Wow, has our daddy got a big prick! And, Mama! Brad, you should see her fuck. Jesus! She goes absolutely ape."
Brad was too amazed, satisfied, and generally dazed to even talk. Somehow Diane must have sensed that her brother had had it. After all, it had been quite an evening for a young buck virgin. "OK, sweet, you go to sleep. I'll leave now but don't forget. I have that picture-so from now on, what Diane wants from brother dear, she gets. Goodnight."
He heard the door close softly. Then just before he drowned in a heavy sleep he drowsily realized that with all of the sexual activity which had transpired that evening, he hadn't actually fucked. His cock was still a virgin.
Several evenings later he remembered and had the opportunity to rectify that situation. His parents had accepted an invitation to spend the weekend with friends in the mountains. Diane and Brad were left to their own devices with admonitions to "be good."
As they pulled out of the driveway, the first thought that leaped into Brad's mind was pussy-Diane's hot, jucy pussy.
Turning to her he said, "Di, how about it?"
"How about what?" she replied sulkily. She had wanted to accompany our parents but as happened on rare occasions, had been unsuccessful. That always put her in a foul mood.
"You know, let's have some fun. Who needs adults on some lousy picnic on some crummy mountain?" Brad replied placatingly. "Shit, we can have more fun with each other right here. Hey! You know that I'm still a virgin?"
His words seemed to soothe her somewhat, and his last statement made her giggle a little. "Virgin? After the other night? You're kidding, sweet. I sucked your cock till it nearly dropped off. Virgin, my ass!"
"I never had it into a pussy, Di," Brad explained. "You know. I've never really fucked a cunt."
Her eyes opened with realization. "By God, you're right." Then she shrugged. "I can't chance it, sweet. They say no girl can get a little bit pregnant, and, brother dear, with all that seething seed of yours, wow! I'd be preggie before you got halfway into my twat." How she managed to be so vulgar and coarse in her language with him and her friends, yet so angelic around adults, he'd never fathom. Also, he'd never known where she learned all the words.
"Aw, come on, Di. Don't be afraid," he pleaded. "Forget it, Brad," she snapped, "I'm the one who'd get pregnant, not you. Besides, I've got my period."
Brad remembered seeing her taking her little box of tampons into the bathroom that morning, so she wasn't lying anyway. Suddenly he remembered something about menstruation that he'd read in a book. A book on sex that he'd borrowed from Freddie Black, the high school stud. "Don't go anywhere, Di. I'll be right back," he cried, and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. In a minute he was back in the den, book in hand. "Hey, Diane! Look! It's OK if we fuck during your period. You can't get pregnant during your menstruation time. See for yourself."
Diane chuckled and said, "I know that, stupid. But it's so messy. You don't know how messy, sweets.
"I don't care," exclaimed Brad. "I got the prettiest, sexiest sister in the world. Who cares about a little blood?"
Diane was visibly flattered. "Well ... I don't know. Of course all this talk has made me horny...."
"Please, Di, please!" pleaded Brad, his organ already bulging under his pants.
Suddenly Diane's eyes closed slightly and a shrewd look appeared on her face. "What's it worth to you?"
"Aw God, Di. I don't know. You name it," croaked Brad, his voice thick with lust and anticipation.
"OK! Your allowance for a month!" she said firmly.
by God, even then she'd had the soul of a hooker. "Fine, fine, anything but let's get undressed," cried Brad ripping off his shirt.
"Hold it!" Diane said, "I got a better idea. Lois owes me plenty. How wouldja like a piece of that?"
Brad's mind was stunned at the possibility. Both Lois and his sister at once. Wow! "How would you make her do that?" he asked huskily, his hands still busy with his pants.
"Don't worry, she'll do it, but that'll mean your allowance for two months, sweets," she cooed.
Two months without a dime would be damned miserable, he thought, but a big surging hard-on wasn't exactly fun either. Jesus, what a predicament. Two nights ago Diane had practically raped him and now she was demanding his money for two whole months.
His desperation accomplished two things simultaneously. It triggered his mind to produce a masterstroke of cunning which would counter the hold Diane had with her picture of him and Lois, and solve his sexual problems for the near future. Greed was his sister's Achilles' heel. He was astonished that he hadn't thought of it before.
"OK! On one condition," he cried.
"What condition?" she asked cautiously.
"I'll give ya six months allowance, total, if you'll act like a lesbian with Lois and let me watch," he cried.
"What? You're nuts!" she cried. "Kissing another girl's pussy ... it makes me gag just thinkin' about it. No, I won't do it."
"OK, I'll up it and throw in my savings," Brad urged.
That made Diane stop and consider. She knew her brother had over one hundred dollars in his account. Combined with six months allowance, it represented nearly one-fifty. Christ, she'd kiss a pig's balls for that kind of dough, so why not a clean cunt? "OK. But don't expect Lois to like it. She's kinda cool when it comes to sex, anyway," Diane stated. "But she'll do it for me. She knows I can make her life real tough. I got that picture of her jacking you off. Wait here. I'll run over and get her. You make out a withdrawal slip while I'm gone and don't leave any of it in your account For this, I want the entire wad."
As he saw her walk across the street, Brad ran to her bedroom and found her camera. It was loaded and ready. Looking around the room, he saw the large, overstuffed chair near her dresser. Quickly he slipped the camera down between the cushion and side, then checked to make sure it didn't show. Good, he thought, now if all goes well I'll have two pieces of cunt and my freedom from Diane's tyranny and all my money, too.
Looking out the window he saw Lois and Diane coming from across the street. Diane was talking furiously, punctuating her words with fierce hand motions. Lois looked as if she would cheerfully have murdered Diane for a nickel. Nevertheless, she didn't turn back to her house. She was trapped and she knew it. Like Brad, Lois was fully aware that Diane was ruthless when crossed.
Brad leapt onto his sister's bed and lay trembling at the prospect of two hot young cunts which would soon be his to savor, suck and finally FUCK! The image created by the mere word made his cock swell beneath his pants.
Lois entered the room first, closely followed by the greedy Diane. Diane clutched a bottle in her right hand: it was their father's aged bourbon. Silently Brad rejoiced; he'd heard that liquor really loosened up a girl's inhibitions.
Lois was really a sexier-looking girl than Diane on a point-for-ooint basis. Her long black hair hung in glistening cascades down her supple back, nearly touching the full round swell of her lush buttocks. She was wearing a verv short micro-miniskirt and a velour blouse that molded to the contours of her large, firm tits. He knew she wore no bra. because the flesh globes moved heavily under the blue velour with a sexy, undulating, bobbing motion. Even the outline of her nipples was clearly defined, like ripe olives, under the soft material.
"Hi," she smiled and blushed slightly. She, like Brad, was remembering the band-aid game. Under the protective cloak of the darkness her fingers had unblushingly held and pumped his member with abandoned enjoyment. Now, in broad daylight, her inhibitions made her less willing. Nevertheless, her eyes did pause as they beheld the bulge in his crotch. Her blush deepened.
Diane brought three glasses from her bathroom. "Let's all get friendly with a little booze. Grass would be better, but unfortunately I used the last roach the other night after our little game." She poured about four fingers of the amber liquid in each glass. "Down the hatch, everybody," she commanded.
The fiery stuff burned all the way down, but also produced a warm glow in Brad's gut. Diane finished hers in one swallow. Lois managed hers in two. Then all three had another. By the third drink, Brad felt loose, warm, and very giddy. Diane's eyes had turned kinda hazy and her body movements had become wantonly lustful. Lois was really getting loosened up. She sat crosslegged at the end of the bed opposite Brad, exposing her pants and crotch blatantly to his hungry eyes. The micro-miniskirt was gathered in a bunch around her waist and the ripe firmness of her full round thighs made Brad's balls tingle in anticipation.
"Hey, Diane, this is really great," Lois giggled. "We got a young virgin stud all to ourselves. I wasn't too hot on the idea at first, but now I'm glad. Look at that thing of his, will ya? Golly, he's bigger than ole fucky Bucky. He don't know it but I remember how good ole Brad's dick felt the other night before we were so rudely interrupted. Wow! For only fifteen he's gotta cock like a young stallion, or haven't you noticed?"
"Now, Lois, Brad's my brother. How could you even have such nasty thoughts? I'll tell ya one thing though, he comes like Ole Faithful. Christ, it spurts out like a garden hose," Diane replied with a sexy leer. "Hey! Let's get his pants off. I gotta big urge to play with his cock."
Both young girls pounced on Brad and wrestled him around the bed. Finally, Lois leapt off the bed holding his bellbottoms triumphantly in her hand. "Wheeenow for those shorts," she shrieked drunkenly, and dove back onto Brad's wiggling body, still pinned to the bed by his sister. He felt Lois's finger slip into the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts and skin them off his legs. "Jesus," she exclaimed, "look at that thing. It's bigger than I imagined. Wow!" She lunged and enclosed Brad's erect phallus with her right hand and squeezed hungrily. "Outta sight! Really delicious, Diane."
His sister's eyes watched with a lustful gaze as Lois fondled Brad's swollen cock. "Hey, lookit that thing swell. Jesus, I'll bet it's gonna grow four inches ... here, lemme feel, Lois," Diane croaked in a low husky voice.
"Fuck off, Diane. I did all the work. You just wait your turn," Lois screamed in drunken wrath. "Now, I'll just slip out of these threads."
With a deft motion she pulled the velour blouse up over her head exposing two enormous, firm, round breasts which bobbed heavily as she cast the blouse to the floor. The large nipples popped out erect and hard. Brad saw Diane looking at Lois's breasts in a strange, intense way, almost hungrily. Very unusual, thought Brad, but didn't linger on it. There was too much going on. Lois stood with legs in a wide stance. "Hey, Diane, help me with this skirt." Strangely, Diane complied meekly. She unzipped Lois's brief skirt and pulled it down over lush, full buttocks. Then with slow, painstaking care, she peeled Lois panties and pantyhose down also.
Brad hungrily stared at Lois's full, ripe body. It was the first time he'd seen her nude. The darkness had covered her lush curves and funky flesh on the evening she had fondled his penis.
As he had suspected, she was actually built better than his sister. Her firm round breasts protruded from her torso proudly and sensually. They rolled and jounced with a sexy, succulent sensuality when she moved. At the base of a rounded, soft expanse of smooth belly a large black pelt of crisp pubic hair crowned a soft swell of luscious mons veneris. Raven black and curly, it formed a mysterious yet delicious thatch cover for two firm well-formed cunt-lips which were barely visible beneath. The black thatch disappeared in a point between the ripe fullness of her lush thighs. As she moved toward the bed her belly and mons undulated with maddening promise. As she climbed onto the bed his intense gaze saw the twat-lips part for a moment, exposing the wine-red slit of her inner vulva. The glimpse of raw cunt made his cock quiver to full erection.
Before he knew it, she was astraddle his waist. Planting both hands on either side of his head, she hovered above Brad's supine, quivering frame. Her long black hair hung down onto his face. Her blue eyes bored into his with sparkling lust. "Lick my boobs, Brad. Lick 'em all over, especially my nipples. I just love my nipples to be sucked," Lois whispered huskily.
Brad trembled, reluctant to shift his gaze from the hair-ringed cunt which gaped wide just four inches above the bulging red tip of his throbbing cock. But as he did so, the full meatiness of her tits swinging loosely above his face served as an alternate reward. Full, ripe, and soft, they made his mouth water. Clutching the left one with his left hand, he guided it to his mouth. As the soft, resilient flesh covered his face, he squeezed. Jesus, he thought, the feel of such succulence was overwhelming. His mouth closed eagerly over the grape-sized nipple and he sucked gently. Like his cock, it swelled, grew hard, and pulsed faintly.
Rolling his tongue slowly around the taut flesh pip, he felt her tremble and sigh with pleasure. "Ohhh ... Jesus, yes ... yes ... good ... mmm."
The verbal response excited him even further. Vigorously, he mouthed, tongue-flicked, and squeezed the flesh spheres. His right hand groped up and squeezed the other one and kneaded its resilient succulence hungrily. As he continued, her breathing grew heavy and her sighs of delight, doubled. "Ohhh ... Jesus, Diane; does he know how to massage tits ... ohhhh...."
As she spoke her delight, Brad felt something warm and sticky close over the head of his steel-hard cock. Unable to see and suckle her tits at the same time, he released her tit from his right hand and groped down to his crotch. Tracing two fingers up his throbbing shaft to discern what entrapped his cockhead, he felt the outline of two swollen lips ringed with crisp hair. Exploring further, his fingers were suddenly sliding between the hot, juicy walls of her gaping labia. His shaft was partially into the vortex of a slick, hot orifice, much like a drooling hot mouth. She had lowered her cunt downward onto his steel-hard cock and captured just the pulsing head with her vagina. His cock was finally in the folds of a real cunt. Arching upward with a powerful thrust, he drove the rest of his shaft into the hot depths of that juicy cunt.
As it was enveloped to the hilt, she moaned with guttural delight and thrust downward with a savage lunge of her pelvis, driving him even deeper into her cunt
"All of it ... I want all of it, baby. There! Ohhh ... Ohhh ... God, but that's ... wow! Fuck! Fuck me, Brad ... now, now, now!"
As she groaned these sensual exclamations, Brad felt her butt-cheeks roll and bounce against his thighs, pulling and pumping his surging cock up, down, around and up again inside of the canal of her hot, juicy cunthole. Her ass-cheeks slapped and pounded his belly and thighs with vigorous pisto-like smacks. In her straddled posture she was bouncing up and down, then rotating her pelvis in large circular grinds, then thrusting her swollen mons backward and forward to fuck his cock in quick, urgent strokes. His eyes gazed in dazed amazement and pleasure at the juncture of her crotch and his own. His shaft was swallowed and expelled in and out of the wine-red orifice of her vagina with rhythmic, violently erotic movements. It glistened with the hot sticky juice from her writhing cunt.
Clutching her lush, pounding butt-cheeks with frantic fingers, he pulled her down and up against his cock while thrusting savagely upward to meet her downstrokes. As her cunt-walls began to ripple in progressively tighter contractions, he felt his scrotum tighten, then go loose as surges of hot sensual waves of pleasure coursed up his spine, into his guts, and finally his brain.
"Cunt! Fuck! Fuck my hard cock with that hot cunt ... ohhh ... I'm ... OHHHH ... I'm ... AAHHHGGG!!" His scream mingled with her moans as they both released their bodies to the tidal waves of orgasmic delight.
He arched sharply and the thick, hot seed from his balls shot into her dilating cunt cavern like a rapid-fire geyser. "All of it, Brad! All ... OHH MY GOD ... YESSS!!" she cried, then collapsed onto his chest, her pelvis still thrusting and jerking.
As Lois and Brad lay gasping from the fury of their mutual orgasm, Diane lay alongside. Her eyes were glazed with desire and lust. Being a spectator to such wild fucking was nearly too much for her to stand without participating. She was wet and hot in her crotch and needed relief immediately. Her fingers slid in and out of her sopping hole slowly and sensually.
"Hey! Hey, goddammit, don't think you're all through, Brad baby. Remember me? I'm Diane. The one you were gonna fuck even with her period. And, honey, I'm ready! After watchin' miss fat-ass get hers I'm nearly outta my mind. My cunt's so wet I can't tell what's blood and what's cunt-juice. C'mon! Get your cock outta Lois's twat and put it where I can get a few strokes."
Brad rolled Lois off his chest and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry, Di, I haven't forgotten but I gotta have a few minutes to recover. I don't have a cunt-hole that's ready all the time. Besides, you could fulfill that part of our bargain while I get recovered."
Diane looked blank for a moment, then her mouth curled in disgust "You gotta be kiddin'! You just covered her pussy with your come. I'll do it another time."
"No," growled Brad, "you'll do it now or no dough. Since when did my gism make you sick? You swallowed gobs of it the other night."
Reluctantly Diane crawled over to the still limp and panting body of her best girlfriend. Lois was still dazed and bewildered from the gigantic orgasm Brad had given her. Thus, when Diane rolled her onto her back, parted her trembling thighs, and lowered her head between them, she didn't object
"Eat her good, Di!" Brad said sternly. "None of that fake crap. Make her come with your tongue like a real lesbian."
Diane didn't raise her head to answer, she was too engrossed. As she burrowed deeper into the widespread thighs and crotch, Brad leapt to the dressing screen, darted behind it and focused the camera he had planted there while Diane had fetched Lois from her house. Aiming carefully, he shot three pictures at different exposures, just to make sure at least one would come out clearly. Each shot showed his sister's swollen, lust-filled features and tongue eating the glistening wine-red depths of Lois's throbbing widespread vulva. Diane didn't seem to hear the clicks of his camera; she was actually getting into her lesbian role with vigor and enthusiasm.
Stashing the camera in the clothes hamper by the dressing screen, Brad slipped from its confines and watched his sister gobble Lois's writhing crotch. The two sweating females had wiggled around so that Lois's body was diagonally planted on the bed. Diane was in a kneeling position, her lush, ripe ass high in the air and her head buried in the writhing crotch of her moaning girlfriend.
Just watching, Brad's cock swelled to full erection again. Diane's buttocks swayed, bobbed, and rolled before his eyes as she sucked the writhing cunt of her friend. As he watched, Brad's lust mounted. The gaping cunt between his sister's butt-cheeks opened, closed, and moved with sensual, erotic motions and begged for a hard prick.
Leaping forward, he grabbed Diane's rolling buttcheeks, parted them wide, and guided the bulging tip of his cock into the hot crimson orifice of her twat. The tip slid into the hot, bloody cunt channel with ease. He lunged and drove his cock deep, deep into the convulsing hot cavern.
"Ahhh...." he groaned hoarsely, then commenced long driving thrusts into his sister's cunt.
"Mmm ... uuhhggg." She grunted her pleasure and pressed backward against his pummeling thrusts.
Brad had closed his eyes upon entering her, but now he opened them and studied the raw lustful coupling of his cock whipping in and out of-the meaty butt-cheeks and crimson hot cunt of his sister. Above the juncture of his cock and her glistening cunt the opening of her anus bobbed with each thrust and motion. It was slightly dilated, but closed with each ramming thrust of his cock into Diane's cunt.
As his body and cock began to feel the raw surges of fuck-lust a wild, unthinkable thought burst into his frenzied brain. Yes! He'd do it, by God. Why not? He had the goods on her now, so he could do whatever he liked with her.
But he would wait a few more seconds. Lois was moaning loudly now, and Diane's tongue was whipping the turgid, slick bud of Lois's clitoris like a thrashing machine. Di wasn't just obliging him with his part of their pact; she was loving it. She was eating pussy like it was better than cock!
When he perceived that Lois and Diane were both nearing the bursting dam of orgasm, Brad clutched Diane's bobbing butt-cheeks, spread them apart savagely, withdrew his pumping cock from her cunt, positioned the pulsing tip at the entrance of her anus, then rammed it hard into the rosette of brown.
"YEOWWW!" Diane shrieked, and raised her head out of Lois' crotch.
"You silly bastard! Stop! No! OHHH GOD NOOO!" Her screams were useless. Brad had her locked firmly and his cock bored deeper and deeper into the tight resisting channel of her anus. Finally, he had the entire length of his shaft buried in her.
Strangely, then, Diane relaxed her sphincter muscles and he began ass-fucking her with slow, deep strokes. It was like a very tight cunt and made lust surge through his loins like a raging fever. Faster and faster he thrust. With each thrust, he felt her resist less. Finally, to his surprise, she began moving in fuck-motions with him.
"Jesus, Brad, it's good ... ohhh yes, yes ... harder, harder, OHHH YESS!" she moaned, then buried her mouth back into Lois's heaving vulva and commenced sucking with renewed vigor. As Brad plunged, withdrew, then thrust deeper and more viciously into Diane's anal canal, he saw her reach into her own slit and masturbate her clitoris in rhythm to his pistoning cock thrusts.
Suddenly Lois snapped her head to the side, clenched her fists, arched her back, and uttered a shrill piercing scream of orgasmic pleasure. As if triggered by Lois's catapult into orgasm, Diane's sphincter muscles rippled like a boa constrictor gone mad, and the walls of her asshole milked Brad's slithering pounding cock like willful fingers, then clamped tightly around the bursting shaft like a flesh vise as she jerked, twisted, and writhed into orgasmic apogee.
Brad's gism literally spurted into her asshole as he grunted his unleashed satisfaction. "Take that! AHHH ... God ... Fuck! Ass-fuck! Cunt! Gotcha! Take it ALLL ... AAGGHHH!!"
And she did. When his cock finally went limp enough to withdraw from the semen-soaked cavern of her anus and butt-cheeks, not one drop of gism oozed from the tip. She'd milked him dry.
Several days later, when Diane demanded the cash as per agreement, he was ready. "Take a good look, Di, baby," he grinned evilly, and flipped out one of many prints he'd made of the pictures he'd developed. All had come out clearly and showed Diane's tongue lasciviously gouging the inner furrow of Lois's vulva.
Diane's face had turned chalk white. Her eyes went wide with incredulous disbelief. "When ... how ... OH GOD!" As the realization of the photo and its endless ramifications slowly crept into her dazed brain, she grabbed Brad's hands in pleading supplication. "Anything, Brad, I'll give you anything for the negative and all the prints. Just name it. You wouldn't be so cruel, would you? I got you my best friend to fuck. I fucked you myself. I'll fuck you, suck you ... OHHH anything," she pleaded.
Brad had just leered at her triumphantly and said, "You bet you sweet ass you will, sister dear. At last I hold the whip. So does Lois. I gave her a copy this morning. Now we'll see how you like being the little slave. Shit! Just one little peek at this and Dad would toss your ass into a convent, then forget the name of it. Yeah! You'll fuck me, suck me or anything else I want, ole cunt." And so she had until she'd married and moved away. At the wedding Brad had drawn her aside.
"You may be married, Di, but just remember, when I want your ass you better manage. I don't think your new hubby would like to stay married to a cunt that eats cunt. Dig?"
She had simply looked at him with hate-filled eyes and nodded. He knew he could fuck her anytime he wanted, married or not.
Glancing around the room, Brad came out of his long reverie about his sister. It was dark. He realized he had been daydreaming for longer then he planned. The image of Velda leaped into his mind. He'd told her he would meet her at the baths by the cliff at dusk. Leaping up, he switched on the lights and looked at his watch. Christ! It was nearly seven-thirty. She'd think he'd stood her up.
Ripping the door open, he ran down the path to the cliffs, undoing his shirt as he ran. As he burst into the bath space he heard voices in the huge communal bath crock. It was so close to dark he just barely managed to discern Velda. Even in the darkness she stood out. She was at one end of the ten-foot bath shell sitting half-submerged in the hot mineral waters. At the opposite side he saw Janet, Chuck, and Raoul. Well, at least Martha wasn't there, he chuckled to himself. As for the other three, he didn't give a shit. They wouldn't bother him, particularly that fat-assed slut named Janet. He was sure he'd scared her last night.
Strolling to where Velda sat half-submerged he said, "Hiya, gorgeous. Sorry I'm late."
As she snapped her head up and recognized him he realized she was pissed. "Well, well," she purred, "if it isn't loverboy. Where the hell have you been? I've been soaking in this goddamned pressure cooker for almost an hour now. Shall we say my passions have been somewhat diluted?"
Undaunted, Brad slipped out of his clothes and lowered himself into the warm water beside her. "Aw, don't be bitchy, honey. I said I was sorry. I just took a nap and overslept a little," he pleaded.
"Look, my proud cocksman, when I make a date, nobody keeps me waiting. I got better things to do than soak like a prune till some horny stud finally remembers me and thinks a quick apology will fix things up."
Her voice and manner hadn't been noticeably softened by his apology. Another no-good bitch who thought her cunt was lined with gold, thought Brad angrily. He'd teach her, by God. She'd flirted with him, implied her desire for a good fuck, and by damn he wasn't going to be cheated. Her full round thigh against his own was exciting. He put his left arm around her shoulders and slid his right hand between her firm thighs.
"Look, I said I was sorry. Why make a federal case out of it? You're the most sexy, exotic broad in the entire joint and you know it. At lunch you wiggled that luscious ass in my face, shoved those delicious tits at me; now don't try and freak out 'cause I was a little late." His fingers between her thighs groped upward, trying to reach the rich, thick pelt of pubic hair he'd drooled over at the pool-sessions. She clamped her legs tightly making further progress impossible.
"OK, Brad, you're right. I did just as you said, but now I'm outta the mood, so why don't we just cool it until tomorrow? I'll be more receptive then," she replied, and tried to remove his hand from her thigh. Unfortunately, her hand brushed Brad's erect cock in the process. It grew to full erection at her accidental touch.
"You no-good prickteaser," he growled, "you get me all hot then expect me to slink away like a good little boy. Fuck you, baby. You made a date to fuck and fuck you will." His left hand closed on the ripe meaty resilience of her breast viciously.
"Ouch," she cried in a low whisper, "you're hurting me, you big ape. Knock it off!"
In a low, menacing whisper he said, "Just relax, baby. No more noise or I'll rip that luscious tit off and cram it down your throat. If you don't believe me, try it."
With a twist, Velda attempted to free herself. She stopped quickly as his strong fingers closed like steel talons on her breast. Pain shot through her breast and she moaned softly, now too frightened to scream. The guy was nuts. "OK! OK! Now what?" she croaked, the pain still twitching through her chest
"That's better," he said. "Since we got company well have to be quiet. Just lift up and sit back down on my prick. I'll do the rest"
Rising carefully out of the warm water, she lowered her spread buttocks downward. His cockhead entered her cunt easily as she sat down. It felt thick, hard, and strong as it slid deep into her sheath.
"Ahhh," he sighed softly, "just like I imagined it-hot and juicy." He savored the hot trembling depths of her reluctant vagina for a few moments, then grabbed each of her lush butt-cheeks. With powerful motions he bounced her up and down on his cock. Slowly at first then with faster, more urgent strokes.
She could feel the throb of his impassioned organ swell and grow steel-hard. Under normal circumstances she would have loved it welcomed it. But she was being forced-raped, actually; therefore it was repugnant to her. His hands were both buried deep in the soft flesh of her buttocks. Her feet were planted apart All she had to do was leap up and throw herself forward and she'd be free. With a frantic motion, she executed the move and fell forward into the three people six yards across the pool.
As she came up sputtering from beneath the water she was sobbing with anger and fear.
Janet noticed immediately. "Honey, honey, what's wrong? Is that big bastard ...?"
"He forced me," sobbed Velda clinging to Janet's neck, "the sonofabitch forced me."
"Chuck! Raoul! You gonna do somethin' or do we just let that cocky bastard get away with it? He beat the crap outta Martha, ya know," Janet cried.
I was stunned by the sudden crash of events but remembered how delicious Martha's sweet cunt had tasted. "Raoul," I growled, "let's get that cowardly cocksucker." As one man we leaped across the pool and got him by the legs just as he was scrambling out of the pool. I locked his head with a hammerlock. "Go on, move it. I'll snap your fuckin' neck like a twig." He couldn't speak, so he just went limp and flopped onto the deck.
Holding him firmly in the neck lock I growled, "What do we do to 'im, Janet?"
I heard her thick body emerge from the pool and the slap of her feet as she came around to where I had Brad pinned. Raoul's hoarse breathing was also audible. Even in the dark I could see his eyes glitter. Then I remembered: Raoul was gay. The sight of Brad's naked buttocks was turning him on. Janet must have thought of the same thing.
"One rape deserves another. Can you hold him, Chuck?" She chuckled evilly.
"Till the cows come home, unless he wants a broken neck," I answered firmly.
"Well now, that's interesting, isn't it, Raoul? We can find out what such a lowlife values more-his asshole or neck," cackled Janet. Turning to Velda she said, "Don't plead for 'im, deary, it won't dp any good. This piece of cow dung has been beating his wife and everybody else who was weaker than him for years. Now he's gonna get his! Raoul!"
Like a hound released from the choke chain, Raoul planted himself astraddle Brad's thighs, parted his tensed butt-chceks and exposed the tight, puckered anus of his victim. His enormous cock stood forth from the thick mat of his pubic bush like a lance. '"It would be better for you to relax, ole cock, but it makes no difference to me," he cooed at Brad in a tight, mocking voice.
Brad writhed under my hold. I simply tightened the lock and twisted his neck a fraction. He stopped. Nobody breaks a good neck lock except a professional wrestler. A professional wife beater hasn't got a prayer.
Raoul just chuckled, leaned forward, placed his throbbing cockhead on the entrance of Brad's anus, and leaned downward with a powerful lunge. I felt Brad shudder with pain and humiliation as Raoul's shaft sank deep into his asshole. Janet was breathing hoarsely as she savored the obscene rape. I could almost feel the heat of her passion as Raoul plunged in and out of Brad's widespread buttocks. She was one tough twat.
Even Brad's victim was vicariously aroused. I saw her hand slip to her crotch and fondle her cunt. Not deliberately, but involuntarily.
Raoul's shaft flashed in and out of Brad's anus like a rapier. He was grunting and groaning passionately. Finally, with a savage thrust, he rammed deep, shuddered, and spent his gism into the tight depths of his victim's asshole.
He shuddered violently a few times, then withdrew his semen-covered cock from the tortured hole. I released my hold at the same time. Brad just lay there for a moment, sobbing with shame and humiliation. Then he slowly got to his feet, picked up his clothes and stumbled blindly up the path toward the central part of the Zodiac encampment
"That should teach the bastard to use his muscles on an unwilling pussy," grunted Janet
"I feel sorry for him," said Velda contritely. "It's much more degrading for a man."
"What?" I asked.
"Rape," she said softly. "I should try to make amends. In a way it was my fault."
She never got the chance. Brad and Martha were gone the next morning. I know because I checked out soon after. I'd helped humiliate another man, and I was ashamed. Bastard or not, he was another victim of female bitchery and I had been an accomplice. Well, maybe some day I'd be able to make amends, but right now I needed the clean fresh environment of my next planned stop in my sexual odyssey-Phoenix, Arizona, where the sun was hot and the women willing. At least I hoped they would be.