Chapter 3

"More coffee?"

Jack shook his head as he stared at the pretty but obviously self-conscious woman across the table. She could hardly be blamed for her nervousness; the meeting was their first since the incestuous, drug induced orgy almost a week ago.

"No more, Jill. I don't usually drink it at all."

His sister smiled. "That's right, you don't. I'd almost forgotten. I guess I've forgotten a lot of things about you, Jack...."

He sighed and plunged ahead with the thing that had to be done. "I know, sis. I think you'd forgotten how I fucked until the other day. I guess we refreshed each other's memory about that pretty well, didn't we?"

Jill blushed and dropped her eyes. "Jack ... please, I don't want to talk about that I've been trying to forget it happened. I ... we both need to forget it. I don't understand it-I don't know how it happened. I know I didn't intend for it to, and I'm sure you didn't either. It all seemed unreal ... almost like I-well like I had no control of myself, somehow. Anyway, it happened and it can't be undone. But we can forget about it . .

Jack shook his head. "Sorry, sis, we can't forget about it Like you say, it happened, and it can't be undone. There are even pictures of it you know...."

Jill looked up quickly. "Are there really pictures, Jack? I ... I thought I remembered something about some pictures, but I couldn't be sure. My mind was so damn hazy, for some reason. Jack-why did you take pictures? I can't really understand-hell, I don't understand anything about it. If you really took some pictures we've got to destroy them. God, they could cause all kinds of trouble. Jack, do you actually have some pictures?"

The man made no reply as he pulled a small envelope from his pocket. He watched his sister's eyes as they focused on it with a kind of horrified fascination, then turned up to search his own eyes.

"Jack, is that really-let me see. I can't believe it...."

The man tossed the envelope on the table in front of his nervous sister. "Help yourself, Jill. Can't say I'm too proud of the photography, but they show what they need to. Take a look if you want to, but you may not like them too much ..

Jill stared at the little packet for a moment, then looked up at the man again. "No ... no, I don't want to see them. God, how could I let you ... I must have been crazy. Jack, we've got to burn them. Why did you take them, anyway? Don't you realize how much harm they could do? They could ruin Tom and me, or somebody could blackmail us ... I'll never know why I let you take them ... or do the other things, for that matter. It wasn't right, and I knew it, but somehow I didn't seem to have much control of myself." Jill paused as she looked at her brother intently. "Well, it's done; it can't be helped now. We have to destroy the pictures, of course...."

Jack sighed as he prepared to do the thing that he dreaded. There was nothing to be gained by further delay. "Sis, you don't have to worry about the pictures if you cooperate with me. I've got a couple of favors to ask of you, and after that you can have the pictures. In the meantime they'll be safe with me-nobody will see them, as long as you cooperate like I know you will...."

Jill looked at her brother sharply as her intuition made her suddenly wary of his motives. "I ... what do you mean, Jack? How can I cooperate with you? If you mean you want more sex with me, that's out. I shouldn't have done the things I did the other day, but somehow ... anyway, you've got to understand that it's over. I know Tom shouldn't have done what he did with Kathy, but I can't help anything by letting you fuck me. It can only lead to more trouble, Jack-I know it and you know it. So...."

Her brother frowned as he shook his head impatiently. "Save it, Jill. There's more to it than you know...?" He paused, for the first time somewhat unsure of himself. "... Jill, the fact is ... Oh, hell. I guess there's no easy way to put this, so I'll just give it to you straight. I don't like what I'm going to say, but I've got no choice. Sis ... well, the thing is, I want you to ... to be nice to some people for me. It's important to me, for ... well, let's say for business reasons. The reasons don't really concern you; the point is that I want you to be nice to them for me. Do you understand?"

The puzzled woman did not understand. "I ... no, I don't understand at all. I don't know what you mean. How could I be nice to them?"

Jack shifted uncomfortably as he dreaded his sister's moment of understanding. Well, the sooner he could get it over with, the better. "Hell. sis, you know what I mean. How does a woman be nice to a man? It won't involve much-I mean it shouldn't last long..

Jill sat in shocked amazement as the first wisps of understanding began to sift through her mind. It sounded as though he wanted ... but it couldn't be anything like that. Jack had always been something of a louse, but he was her brother. He wouldn't ask his sister to....

"Sis, I don't like to ask this of you, but I just haven't got any choice. It won't be bad, and when it's over you get all the pictures and the negatives and no harm's done. So there's really no problem...."

"Jack! It sounds like you ... are you-are you trying to blackmail me? Are you telling me I have to do something or you'll ... use those pictures in some way? You're not saying anything like that, are you? Jack, are you?"

The man's face flushed. "Sis, don't put it that way. Nobody's blackmailing anybody. It's just that ... well I need your help. I've got to have it. You help me and m help you. You cooperate and you get the pictures back. It's no big deal..

A look of shocked horror spread over Jill's face as the implications of his words began to sink in. But maybe she was wrong...."Jack, are you saying I've got to have sex with somebody to get those pictures? What happens if I refuse?"

The man frowned. "Hell sis, you're not gonna refuse, so we won't even talk about that. Believe me, this is important to me. I'll make it up to you when it's all over. If we ..

Jill cut in with a voice that was suddenly cold and hard. "I want you to lay this on the line, so I can see exactly what the picture is. If I understand it right, you came here and somehow got me all worked up so that I ... I sucked your prick, which I certainly had no intention of doing. You also managed to take some pictures of me doing it, and now you're telling me that unless I let some friends of yours fuck me you'll use the pictures against me. Show them to Tom, I suppose. Have I got the picture straight?"

The man was now clearly nervous, but he did not hesitate. "Well you've put it pretty hard, but I guess that's about what it comes down to. The thing is that you shouldn't think about it like that. Just take the attitude that you're going to help me out for a little while, and forget about the pictures. I'm not really holding them over your head, sis...."

Jill's voice was still flat "You're not? Then give them to me-now."

Jack flushed a deeper red. "Oh hell, sis, don't be like that. I ... it wouldn't help any to give you these prints-I've got others, and the negatives...." He paused and looked at his sister with a hardening expression. "Alright, damn it-looks like you want to do everything the hard way, just like always. Okay, maybe it's best. I'm gonna keep the pictures, Jill. I know I won't have to use 'em, but I'm gonna keep 'em until you help me out. I don't like to do it this way, but I've got no choice, so this is the way it has to be. Now we got everything clear?"

An impatient horn blast from behind made Jill look up to see that the light had turned green. She slipped the car into motion as her mind again retreated from the afternoon traffic and back into the tight little box that her predicament represented.

The whole thing was preposterous, unbelievable. It was impossible that her own brother had come to her town after a two year absence, somehow persuaded her to have sex with him, and then blackmailed her into using her body with other men for his benefit. In short, Jack had very skillfully turned her into a sort of personal, specialized whore ... It all seemed unreal, and yet the brutal reality of the whole situation was summed up by the fact that she was now on her way to fill her first engagement. She was about to-what was the phrase she'd read in second rate fiction-'turn a trick' ... Damn.

Jill sighed and then felt her heart miss a beat or two as the gaudy neon sign of the motel, bright even in the afternoon sun, came into view three blocks away. She slowed the Mustang instinctively as her consciousness filled with dread and apprehension ... and a little curiosity. She was surprised to note that, repugnant as the situation was to her, in a purely physical sense she was undergoing the beginning phases of arousal. Fantastic ... maybe she was a whore at heart....

Jill forced her mind back to more rational areas as she turned slowly into one of the motel's several entrances. The place was one of the town's newest and finest, and Jill was momentarily impressed by the expensive but vaguely gaudy atmosphere. She could see three swimming pools, all of which were in considerable use....

But her own problems quickly closed back in on the pretty woman, and in a moment the carefree people in the pools were forgotten. She began to drive even slower as she glanced at the passing room numbers and opened her huge purse with one hand to fish for the slip of paper that Jack had given her. No use making things worse by offering her services to the wrong man in the wrong room....

Jill found the slip and glanced at the number. She saw that the room should be just ahead. In a moment she spotted it and reluctantly turned into a vacant parking slot almost in front of the door in question. Jill stared at it for a moment as though in a trance, then reached for the key to kill the Mustang's engine. She took the key out of the ignition, but made no effort to get out of the car. Instead she sat there and stared at the door as thoughts of what lay behind it pounded through her head. Her mind saw no particular man or act; instead she saw a dark moral morass which very possibly was, both literally and figuratively, her own personal entrance to hell....

After a long moment Jill forced herself away from that self-defeating line of thought She suddenly became conscious of a man in swim trunks looking at her curiously from a nearby doorway, and it occurred to her that the worst thing she could do was to sit there and attract attention. She smiled grimly as she realized that she was beginning to develop the attitudes and defensive mechanisms of a typical whore. Well, why not?

Jill opened the car door and swung her long and lush legs out, glad that the man watching was on the other side of the car. No use getting him worked up; he might want to buy her services after she finished with her first customer. Then she laughed a little bitterly as she realized that as a budding professional she should want all the business that she could get.

Distressed by every line of thought that her distraught mind took, Jill tried to blank out all thought processes as she got out of the car and slammed the door. The best thing now was to do it and get it over with....

The heavy oak door opened almost instantly when she used the brass knocker. The interior was cool and also dark; the contrast with the bright afternoon sun made it hard to distinguish the features of the man in the room.

"I ... I'm Jill, I'm supposed ..

"I know. Come in, don't stand out there like an idiot." The voice was crisp and cool.

Jill almost shook with nervousness as she stepped into the room and heard the big door close and lock. She turned to look into the unsmiling face of the man who was to be her commercial lover with acute dread.

And she was not reassured by his words. "You can call me Amos; the gentleman you'll meet shortly may be referred to as Mr. Smith. Now-how much have you been told about this engagement?"

Jill did not answer immediately; she was somewhat stunned by the revelation that two men would be involved. Jack hadn't said anything about more than one man ... Well, hell, that could be expected from her louse of a brother....

"Jill, I asked you a question. I hope you're going to cooperate properly; if you don't the results may be unpleasant all the way around. Would you care to answer me?"

Jill flushed as she searched for the proper way to handle the situation. Clearly she had better appear to cooperate...."I ... sorry, You took me by surprise. I ... well, I wasn't aware that more than one person would be involved. I intend to cooperate, but I was a little startled."

I see." The man's voice was flat and impersonal; he was well dressed and seemed to be about thirty, but something about him seemed cold and uninviting. "Well, that answers the question; obviously you haven't been told what to expect. I'll fill you in on the situation; it's actually fairly simple." He paused and smiled without any real warmth. 'There are two people involved-you'll start by arousing and satisfying me. Mr. Smith will be basically a spectator during our encounter, although he may take a minor part in the proceedings. He may or may not have you perform with him after he's watched us. His reaction is not predictable. That's about it; as I said, the situation is really not complicated. I might mention one more thing; Mr. Smith will decide what you and I do and I have no idea what he will come up with. His tastes vary from day to day. I assume that you are as versatile as any girl in your profession. There'll be no problems regardless of what he chooses, will there?"

Jill made no immediate reply; once more she had been shocked by the man's words. The situation seemed to get steadily worse....

"Jill, you seem to have a habit of leaving questions unanswered, and I find that habit hard to tolerate. Surely this is not the first time such a request has been made of you. Once more, and for the last time there are no limitations on what you're prepared to do, are there?"

The befuddled woman still did not really understand his question, but she saw the wisdom of a prompt response. "Well, I ... I'm not sure exactly what you have in mind. If you could tell me...."

"Oh, God. I'll never understand the workings of the female mind, if there is such a thing. As simply put as I know how, are there any sex acts which for any reason you don't perform? I'll be specific. You do fuck, I suppose? I would think that is a whore's staple act."

Jill flushed with anger, but her mind had finally begun to function normally. "Yes, I fuck. And...."

"Let me ask the questions in detail. I put a generalized question to you and it seemed to overtax your mental capacity. Well, I suppose vaginal capacity is more important than the mental variety in your profession, isn't it? Alright, you fuck. I assume you also suck pricks?"

Jill's nervousness began to be supplanted by a cold anger. This man was both vulgar and arrogant, and probably mean. But there was nothing to be gained by aggravating him...."Yes, I ... I do."

"Good. Now-I suppose you also take pricks up your asshole?"

Jill flushed in spite of herself, and restrained a sarcastic reply with difficulty. "Well. I ... I've done it a few times. That is my husband has. I haven't had it that way in a long time . .

"No matter. Well, that takes care of the three primary acts. How about the little variety features? For example, are you adept at tit fucking? An adeptness at taking a prick between her boobs is in my opinion a considerable asset for a whore. And what about self-stimulation? Mr. Smith on occasion enjoys watching a beautiful woman finger-fuck herself...."

Jill's voice was now as cold as that of her questioner. "I think you'll find my abilities adequate. Suppose you bring the other man in so we can get started."

The man looked at her in mild surprise, then smiled with an expression that seemed to hold at least a hint of friendliness. "Alright, Jill. To be frank, I'll be more than glad to begin. You're an extremely attractive woman."

Jill was unimpressed by his slight thaw, and she made no reply as he moved to a door on one side of the room. The still nervous wife realized for the first time that the room was part of a suite, and she had begun to look around at the luxurious furnishings when her attention was drawn to the man emerging from what was probably a bedroom. He was much older than the first man, probably nearly sixty, and there was about him a look that sent a little chill through Jill. The impression he made was hard to define; he was, in several ways, fairly attractive for a man of his age. But the net impact that he made on Jill was far from reassuring.

"Jill, this is Mr. Smith. You'll find it wise to please him in every way." The first man smiled in his humorless way as he made the token introduction.

"Well, Jill, you're a very beautiful woman; I hope your talent matches your appearance. And your attitude, too; that may be the most important of all. Well, I think we ought to get started." The man paused as he continued to stare at Jill's body. He looked up into her eyes suddenly with the closest thing Jill had seen so far to a genuine grin. "The problem is that I'm not sure what I want. About the same problem that a boy has in a candy store, I suppose. Any suggestions, Jill?"

The question took the nervous woman by surprise. "Why ... no, I don't know-whatever you want, Mr. Smith."

The man chuckled. "Good, that's what I like to hear. Well, let's see ... I heard Amos say something about finger fucking just before I came in. That seems like something of a waste of talent in your case, but I think it would be an interesting way to start. I think I'd like to see your cunt now. I wonder if you would raise your skirt and slip your panties off, then spread your legs and give us a good view of your pussy. It will probably be helpful for you to separate the cunt lips with your fingers. Come over here; I think I'll enjoy your little show from the couch."

Jill stared at the man's back as he turned and moved toward a large couch in front of the suite's fireplace. She found herself unaccountably appalled by his request; the act somehow seemed unspeakably lewd in spite of the fact that the men would have no contact with her. But, hell-it was probably mild compared with events to come, and, in any case, she no longer had much choice short of leaving the motel room. That idea was briefly attractive, but the notion was actually a superfluous one because the same pressures that had forced her into this situation in the first place still existed. She could not walk out of this engagement without incurring her brother's anger and probably his retaliation through the use of those damn pictures. The bastard....

"Jill, I'd appreciate your attention. You appear to be a thousand miles away. I'm sure you're going to cooperate fully, so I'd suggest we get started. We have quite a bit of activity ahead of us, I think."

The nervous woman forced her mind back to the unpleasant matters at hand. "I ... I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. I guess my mind did wonder for a minute..

"Alright, so long as it doesn't happen again. Now, please...."

Jill gave a little mental shrug as she made herself face up to the task. She moved directly in front of the seated man and then, in a little unplanned motion, hunched her hips slightly forward at him as her hands went to her mini-skirt. She paused a moment to spread her legs slightly, then began to slide the brief skirt up her already well-exposed thighs. She looked down into the man's face as she raised her skirt, and in spite of herself, Jill felt an odd and not altogether unwelcome sense of feminine power as she saw the effect of her body on the man.

"Wonderful ... you have lovely legs, Jill. I'm sure your cunt will be equally pretty." The man tore his eyes away from her loins for a moment to grin up into her face. "Frankly, I had some reservations when your brother told me your age. For situations of this kind I usually prefer a girl of about sixteen. But I don't think m have any complaints about your body...."

Jill decided that this man was much nicer than the first one. "Thank you, Mr. Smith. I ... well I'll try to see that you enjoy my body. It's nice when a man appreciates a woman. I'll take my panties off now, if you like."

The man's eyes were again on Jill's pubic area, and she knew that he could see most of her femininity through the sheer panties. For some unaccountable but welcome reason she no longer felt the intense dread of a few minutes earlier. Maybe the old saying about enjoying it when it is inevitable applied here. In any case, the sooner she started and the more appealing she made herself the sooner the whole thing would be over....

Jill held up her skirt with her arms as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to lower than over her lush hips. She saw the man's eyes brighten as the filmy material slipped below her thick and silky pubic hair. She felt a preliminary wetness in her vagina and wondered whether he would be able to tell that her body was already responding to the sensuality of the situation even though the man had not yet touched her....

The man answered her unasked question. "Very pretty, Jill. Your hair is beautiful, and from what I can see of the lips I would imagine your cunt is, too. Slip your panties on off, if you will, and then come a little closer."

Jill complied, stepping gracefully out of the now useless little pile of material on the floor. She caught her skirt once more in her hands as she moved closer to the seated man. She spread her legs a little more as she prepared for a scrutiny that would ordinarily have been intolerable to her. Why did she almost look forward to it this time? Jill flushed slightly as the thought ran through her mind that maybe her brother had her pegged about right..... ." very nice. Spread your legs a little more, if you can ... excellent. Jill, your cunt is as pretty as I anticipated. You may not realize it, but I'm paying you a compliment that I don't give lightly. I consider myself something of a connoisseur of cunt and a rather severe judge."

Jill smiled as she restrained a giggle. "Thank you, Mr. Smith. I think you're the first cunt connoisseur I've ever met...." She broke off abruptly, wondering if he would take exception to her remark.

But her client seemed unperturbed, interested only in the femininity on display before him. "Now, Jill I'd like to see you begin to pet yourself, and finally finger fuck your pussy. In fact I think I'd like for you to fuck yourself to a come." He paused and looked around Jill. "Amos, make yourself useful. Come hold Jill's skirt up while she finger fucks herself."

Jill had almost forgotten the first man, but he came quickly back into her consciousness as he left the unobtrusive position he had taken at the end of the couch and moved beside and slightly behind her as she stood with her legs spread. She shivered slightly as his fingers brushed her soft skin when he took her raised skirt in her hands.

"That's it, Amos, maybe you've found the thing that you're qualified for. I've been wondering what it was. Now, Jill-your hands are free to pet your cunt Please go ahead, and I'd appreciate a verbal description of what you're doing and how it feels...."

"A verbal ... you mean you want me to talk about it as I do it? I don't know whether...."

"I know whether, Jill, and the answer is that you can and will. I'm sure we're not going to have a problem over a simple thing like this. Now, go ahead, Jill. We've talked enough."

There was a finality in the man's tone that kept Jill from making further comment After a moment's hesitation she moved both bands slowly to to her loins as she prepared to do a thing that seemed horribly perverted, and yet interesting, in a way. She might as well try to enjoy what she had to do anyway. And the relief of a climax, if she could reach one in this strange way, would be an increasingly welcome feeling to her surprisingly aroused body....

Jill's hands went first to the inner surfaces of her soft but firm thighs. She began to rub the white flesh in gentle, circular motions as she savored the sensations that her own touch quickly caused. Damn, she thought, it must be the situation as a whole; certainly such a minor caress would not usually produce such a reaction. Particularly when the caress was from her own hands....

But whatever the reason, the pretty wife found her arousal increasing rapidly. She compounded the effect by moving her inquisitive fingers into more vulnerable territory; her eyes closed as the tip of two fingers on each hand took possession of the moist lips of her waiting vagina. The touch sent a little chill of pleasure through her body and she instinctively moved her legs farther apart as she prepared to make an even more serious attack on her own femininity.

"Jill, I asked you to describe your feelings. It's obvious from your face that you have some reactions, so please tell us about them."

This time Jill had no desire to hesitate; she almost welcomed the excuse to talk. "It feels ... it feels good. It's funny, I never thought my own fingers ... but it feels good to touch my own pussy. Can you see what I'm doing through the hair? I'm just petting the lips a little. Now I'm going to slip one finger in my cunny while I pet my clit with the other hand. Like this...."

The man on the couch leaned forward as his eyes fastened on Jill's working fingers with intense interest. His own libido was seriously affected by the sight of the pretty woman's preliminary masturbation. He drew in a little breath as he saw her draw the lips of her vagina apart with one hand to allow the middle finger of her other hand to slide into the warm, wet channel. Jill's' hips bucked forward twice as the finger disappeared up to the second knuckle. Then she withdrew it almost to the tip and joined it with her index finger for the second plunge into her aroused femininity....

Jill's eyes were closed as a sigh escaped her open lips. "Ohhh ... damn. I just never thought ... Won't take me long like this, Mr. Smith. Do you want me to come?"

The man's reply was unexpected. "Hold up, Jill. You've got me so worked up that I'll have to change the plan. See what you've done to my prick?"

Jill opened her eyes to stare at a surprisingly large bulge in the crotch of the man's trousers as he sat before her with his own legs separated slightly. He obviously had been affected by her self-love....

Tell you what, Jill. I think we'll ... it may be a trifle awkward, but it'll work. I want you to take my prick out and jack me off while you finger fuck yourself. No ... better yet, we'll have Amos finger fuck you so you can devote both of your hands to my prick and balls. In fact Amos can bugger your asshole with one hand and fuck your cunt with the other one. This is not what I had in mind, but I think ... Amos, boy, you'll be a little left out of this first episode as far as your own pleasure is concerned, but I'm sure Jill will make it up to you while I recover from her jack-off. Everything sound alright to you?"

The other man spoke for the first time since the start of the action. "Of course, Mr. Smith-however you want it. I don't mind waiting for my own pleasure."

The man on the couch chuckled. "I thought you'd see it that way." He turned to Jill. "Alright, honey, you can get my prick out now, if you like."

Jill did in hesitate; she was more than ready to handle the man's penis in order to reach her own gratification. Her body needed relief; it was aroused in a way that was somehow different from any feeling she had ever known before. She moved in closer between his separated legs and bent over to bring her hands to the bulge in his trousers. She cupped the bulge with one hand and pulled his zipper open with the other. Jill gave a little shiver of anticipation as she felt Amos move close to her and put one hand on a firm buttock. Her own hands quickly invaded the seated man's clothes and emerged with a worthwhile prize; his penis was satisfyingly long and hard.

"Oh It's ... your prick's nice, Mr. Smith. I bet it feels good in a girl's cunny. I ... are you sure you just want to be packed off?"

"For a starter, Jill. We'll do other things after that. I intended to watch Amos fuck you first, but somehow you got me worked up and ruined the schedule. You can see the effect you had on my prick...."

Jill answered easily and naturally, even as one small comer of her mind remained normal enough to wonder how she could talk so glibly and react so sensually to the degrading situation. She was, after all being talked to and responding like a true whore. And maybe that was exactly appropriate....

"I can sure see that something has excited it, Mr. Smith. I hope it's me; God, I'd like to have it in my pussy...."

The pretty wife's obvious sincerity seemed to please her client. "I promise it'll be in your cunt before we're though, Jill Your mouth and maybe your asshole, too, if I can hold out. Speaking of your asshole...." The man paused and looked at his companion. "You have a finger in her ass yet, Amos? I told you to finger her in both places. You waiting on anything in particular?"

Jill felt the man beside her move his hands hurriedly on her loins. "I ... I'm not waiting. I just thought she might bend over a little when she starts working on you...." His voice trailed off as Jill felt his hands move to her pubic area in both front and rear. She shivered in anticipation as she moved her legs a Utile farther apart to give his hands room to operate.

The man wasted no time. A little involuntary moan escaped Jill's open lips as she felt a finger easily penetrate the wet lips of her vagina while another finger probed at her more resistant anus. The little puckered entrance surrendered to the questing finger as Jill consciously relaxed the muscles of her bottom, and in another moment she felt a second entry ... "Oh, God...."

"Feel good, Jill? Do you enjoy having his finger up your asshole?"

The woman's eyes were still closed. "Yes, I ... oh God. Easy-go easy. I'm not used to ... there, that's better. It feels ... it's beginning to feel good...."

The seated man felt his penis throb warningly under the combined stimulus of Jill's words and touch. Damn, for a married woman of her age this one created quite an effect ... for a female of any age, for that matter....

"Jill, baby-reach in and get my balls out, too. Play with them while you jack my prick. I'm not too far from coming ... That's it-pull them out ... easy. Good. Now-squeeze my nuts a little while you pull my prick. I'm not gonna be long ... Amos' fingers feel good? I want you to make it when I do, if you can...."

Jill bent her knees slightly and lowered her throbbing, jerking bottom as she responded to the fingers in her intimate orifices. The fingers did make her feel good; they affected her more than any digital caress she had ever had ... of course she had never had her vagina and rectum used simultaneously before...."YES ... YES. HIS FINGERS ARE GOOD. OH, AMOS ... FUCK ME-FINGER FUCK ME. I'M GONNA COME IN A MINUTE. PLEASE...."

"Jill-Jill, can you take my load in your mouth when I blow? I don't want you to put my prick in your mouth-just open it and bend down so it'll shoot in it when I come. Wont' be long ... jack me, honey-pull my prick. That's it-feels good as hell"

The strange trio, none of whom was in a really comfortable position, redoubled their efforts. The seated man hunched his hips up off the couch in response to Jill's working hands, and she bent down to comply with his request as the other man redoubled his efforts to stimulate Jill with his hands. His efforts were more than successful; he now had three fingers pistoning in and out of her vagina while one finger moved in the same tempo in her tight rectum. His own penis, hard and erect in his trousers, longed for the relief that was not to be his during this session

"Get ready, Jill God-here it comes. I'm blowin'. Damn, jack me-jack my prick. Squeeze it all outa my balls. Oh damn ... damn...."

Jill's own climax was close but had not started when the man's first spurt of semen erupted from his straining penis. Jill's eyes were now open and she watched the intermittant stream of white, sticky sperm arc into the air. She had not moved her mouth into position to catch the flow, as he had requested, and a quick look showed that his head was thrown hack and his eyes were clamped shut as he babbled incoherently in the throes of his orgasm. He would never know that she had failed to carry out his full instruction....

And then the pretty woman's soft but aroused body spasmed as her own orgasm, spurred on by the fingers in her vagina and anus and the sensual sight of the spurting semen before her, washed intensely over her body and consciousness. The climax was a powerful one, and Jill too mumbled unintelligibly. But her eyes stayed open, locked on his penis and the intermittant stream erupting from it Suddenly she wanted that white fluid in her mouth, and the distraught and once faithful wife succumbed to her base desire as she leaned down farther and opened her lovely mouth. She swallowed as the first spurt entered, and then swallowed again,....