Betty felt a momentary flicker of remorse after disrobing, but it quickly faded as he moved his mouth down her neck, planting warmly sucking kisses along the smooth curve of her hairline. She was still partially clothed in a pair of transparent nylon panties and a form-fitting bra that covered her lusciously uplifting breasts thrusting into the cups of his lewdly kneading hands.
Suddenly he released one hand. With an experienced snap of his fingers, he unclipped the tightly clasping halter and the two large white fully rounded tits swayed out, their erect nipples brushing his face as the bra dropped to the floor. He ran his tongue down between the lush cleavage and lighted his lips on one nipple that sprung out in diamond-chipped hardness at his first gently nibbling suck.
"Oh… oh… oh," she moaned and found her own hands coursing down his stomach.
He moved one hand to the smoothly curving roundness of her nylon clad buttocks and cupped them while he continued sucking like a milking child on her breasts. God! those buttocks were as beautifully shaped as her tits, the thought flooded his mind. Her body was warm and soft against him; she lowered her face, pulling his lips from her breast and locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand began its instinctive search between their standing bodies for his rock-like hardness.
He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidity. Damn, he had really gotten her going, and now all that was necessary was to move into the bedroom and continue what they were doing in there. "Let's get inside," he said.
She turned toward him, her face dazed-looking with passion. "Yes, we'll go into that nice big bedroom of yours, we will, won't we?" she breathed softly her hand still locked around his rapidly stiffening cock.
He moved off the balcony ahead of her, walked quickly into the bedroom, and sat down on the bed. He waited but she didn't follow. He listened for her voice, but all he heard was the sound of youthful laughter floating up from the large central patio below the apartment complex. Goddamn it, she must have suddenly lost her nerve!
"Bring the ice bucket in with you when you come, will you?" he shouted out cheerfully. "I'll get some more Scotch from the kitchen."
When he returned from the liquor cabinet, she was seated at the foot of the bed. She looked up at him and smiled, but it was only an attempt. She had pulled up the blinds part way and the light sliced through the diaphanous curtains in front of them and fell in dappled lines across the thick soft rug at her feet, making exotic patterns across her beautifully formed legs.
"Bob, I don't know if we should go through with it," she finally said. "I… I was moved by you out there, but now I don't know."
Bob shrugged and stomped assertively toward the dresser. He placed the fresh bottle of Scotch with two new tumblers on its ledge, then turned to her: "Finish what you start, baby. Do you have an idea what brother Kent and my little sex-kitten are doing right now?"
Betty flinched, then she leaned back on her elbows, propping up her sensuously reclining body. Christ, he just had to have her now, he couldn't wait a moment longer! She was performing like a cock-teaser… he couldn't blame her for acting that way, considering the situation… but that's exactly what she was!
He opened the liquor bottle, poured out two shots, and carried the glasses across the rug, setting Betty's down in front of her and dropping two fresh ice cubes into both glasses. "Drink," he commanded, a note of exasperation tingeing his voice.
Silently, she picked up her Scotch and sipped, then set it back down on the floor. He was lying next to her now, running his fingers down her sides in lightly playing circles and bringing her to another pitch of arousal that had been dampened momentarily when they had moved into the bedroom.
Suddenly he grabbed her, not being able to resist a moment longer. He pressed his lips to her mouth and kissed moistly, feeling her buttocks tighten against his hand resting on them and then, with dwindling reluctance, she kissed him warmly back. Her female odor was maddening, a perfume he didn't recognize, but that reminded him dimly of the freshness of spring azaleas. Her lips were soft and gave before the harsher pressure of his teeth with a yielding rubbery softness that sent tiny chills over his skin. He moved his hand to the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and pulled them slowly down over the softness of her full round buttocks and let them drop to the floor.
Then he pivoted his body, wriggling slowly down her side, his lips kissing the firm curves of her softly quivering flesh. He pulled himself over her stomach and ran his tongue over her smooth flat belly, dipping his head to just above her softly waving curls of blonde pubic hair.
The shocking obscenity of what he was about to do made Betty recoil in sudden repugnance. "No… no! You can't do that! It's awful! Oh God!" Betty moaned and twisted, but Bob's heavy grip held her fast. "Please, my husband never has… done that to me… please!"
"Your sister-in-law…" he gasped. "She did it to your husband… it's only fair that you should have it, too," Bob answered, his eyes feasting hungrily on the thin coral lips.
He placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy cuntal lips. She looked down at him hunched there on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up between her proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The moistly pinkening flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice and she lay frozen to the mattress, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her to now. He knew she wanted him to do it – it was only a matter of showing some tenderness as he began. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured slowly outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs. His mouth opened wide as he dropped his head closer to the moistly glistening mound. Then he buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing vaginal walls.
"Oh God," she moaned, not knowing whether to push his head away or to pull him closer to her secret genitals. "What are you doing to me?"
Again she jerked and a soul-searing moan escaped from her chest.
The tongue swiped once more, this time burrowing against the softly tingling bud of her clitoris. She ground back her buttocks in uncertain response and he licked again, his rapidly darting tongue circling around the steadily moistening cuntal lips, prodding at her clitoris and then exploring the silky, hair-fringed flanges in a relentlessly flicking movement.
"Oh… God… Bob, no, please stop," but his plunging head shook negatively, and he continued on.
She rolled her head back on the mattress, knowing that she couldn't get up and leave now when she had already gone so far as to kiss him and to hold his cock in her tightly squeezing hands. But now a new sensation swept over her that she hadn't been prepared for or at least hadn't been aware of before. Sensations that only an instant before had filled her with an inner revulsion were now sending out tiny pulses of pleasure through her groin… yes, it felt good, and she was being eaten and sucked and enjoying it just as Kent had writhed in ecstasy over Shirley's hotly devouring mouth between his legs!
Her hands moved sensuously downward over her warmly throbbing breasts and slid slowly across her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his lips. "Yes, Bob, you're doing it good, goooooood," escaped sputtering from her open mouth.
His lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening and he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from Betty whose convulsively throbbing thighs pressed around either side of his moving head. Bob could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the warmly palpitating vaginal opening dilated and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull it deeper within. Christ, he had her going now, his mind raged, and there was nothing that could stop her rampaging pussy from thrusting against his wetly skewering tongue, nothing in the Goddamn world. Her heels pressed hard down against his back, trapping his body between her desperately straining thighs until he couldn't breathe; his nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from it. It incited his already stiffening cock to a hardness that he could no longer control – he had to fuck his older brother's wife. God, he had to screw her now or he would explode his cum out all over the mattress.
"Oh, lick my pussy like that some more!" she moaned and dug her hands into his face, pulling it tighter and tighter into her updrawn legs that were opening and closing rhythmically around his bobbing head. "Yes, suck it, oh, suuuuuck!" she mewled and the cords of her neck stood out when she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head.
Bob could stand it no longer. He wrenched his shoulders up from between her desperately clasping legs and lifted his torso over her, pressing his hands down to the sides of her excitedly squirming body for support. She was a tantalizing little piece of innocence and warmly opening sexuality lying below him: her honey-blonde hair streamed across her forehead and fell in gently outlining circles over her breasts; the full lips of her mouth opened and closed gasping for breath, and her small fists clasped and unclasped while she went through the agony of waiting for the renewed onslaught against her naked and exposed body.
"Oh God, why did you stop? It felt so good," Betty moaned, peering up at him as though she were a child being reprimanded for something she didn't quite understand. "I-I never thought it would be like that, honest, I didn't, do you know that?"
Bob remained silent. She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his face twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad chest and stomach to the rigid pulsating pole that stood out like a hotly throbbing sword from the soft shadows of his groin.
"I'm going to fuck you now," her husband's younger brother panted. "It's time we got to the real business, isn't that right, honey?"
"Oooooooh," Betty groaned, a sudden flood of fear and the memory of what she had just let him do to her with his tongue between her legs sending a wave of humiliation through her body. Yet the very lewdness of his words had excited her more, if that were possible, and she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her total surrender to him.
"Open your legs wide, Betty," he spat out with an unexpected viciousness. "When you get this in you, you'll know what fucking is all about."
Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Betty opened her legs wide apart, wider than when he had his head lodged between them. Bob levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand between their bodies taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly dilating pussy.
"Oh-oh, no," she whimpered, attempting a protest as she felt the first harsh pressure against the wet elastic opening of her vagina. Yes, she was moist down there from the constant suckings and lickings of his lips and tongue, yet he seemed larger and thicker than she would be able to take even in her wildly excited state.
He pushed.
"Aaaaaaagh," she moaned as he levered forward and just the tip slipped through, stretching the slightly resisting rubbery opening until Betty felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
He pushed again, the blood-gorged head forcing itself into the wetly clasping opening, and he felt her flesh give way, her full firm buttocks arching up to receive the full length of his relentlessly prodding cock. Shirley had been wrong, how wrong! His hot, puritanical little sister-in-law would be thrashing beneath him like a bucking mare any moment, and his wife had said that she would be too prudish to accept even a passing kiss! But this was too Goddamn good to be true! She was driving him out of his mind! His obscene pleasure was heightened by the realization that he was finally getting even with his older brother Kent who had always been at the top of the class in school, Kent who had finally showed himself as a Goddamn prodigy in business while Bob groped along as a half-success in his older brother's omnipresent shadow. Well, he was showing him now, he was fucking his little wife and fucking her good!
"Oh, shove it into me, darling, screw me like that, yessss," Betty's voice intoned involuntarily and her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him in a reaction that had been building in her for longer than she had realized. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost, and there was nothing to do but urge him on with the lewdest words she could think of and to enjoy her own obscene surrender to the act of adultery as Bob's vigorously skewering cock plunged deeper and deeper into her cunt.
He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them around the soft round globes of her smoothly gyrating buttocks, grasping them harshly, one in each hand. God, his hands felt beautiful cupping at her ass-cheeks, the thought blazed in her mind; they cupped and squeezed while he fucked his heavily impaling rod deep into her flowering cunt, pumping with increasing force until her legs on either side of her hips were jerking and quivering with uncontrolled abandon. And she didn't even care. She had known that he would fuck her, had been aware of it from the moment she had walked onto the porch – yes, she had wanted that cock that was now flicking and plunging its sperm-inflated head up through her warmly clinging cuntal passage, fucking her with a hot vengeance that they both shared against their equally adulterous spouses. She could feel the hard ridges of his piston-like rod drubbing into her open belly with merciless pile-driving thrusts; the thick blood-gorged shaft began longer smooth strokes that brought the smoothly pistoning head almost all the way out of her tightly clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrust forward again into her uplifting buttocks until she could feel the velvety smack of his balls down against the unprotected crevice of her anus.
"Do you like it?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great distance.
"Yes, oh God, Bob, it feels so good," she whined softly, the maddening slap of his balls on her nakedly exposed anus driving her to greater frenzy.
"Then tell me it's better than Kent, tell me that," he demanded, suddenly increasing the thrust of his sword-like driving instrument through the ravished sucking walls of her cunt.
"I'll tell you anything," she moaned, "just keep on doing it. Yes, you do it… you fuck better than Kent… you know how to really fuck me, oh keep it up!"
Bob gloated above her on the lewdly squeaking mattress. He had gotten her to say it and now he braced himself on his knees and elbows over the insanely thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt slip and draw itself up and down the rigid length of his cock at will. He bucked forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing head almost through the walls of her womb.
"I-I… never had it so goooood," she repeated of her own volition now.
He moved one hand down from her wildly rotating buttocks and played teasingly with his finger at the widespread crack. Then he prodded one finger in through the softly giving crevice, finding her warm virginal anus ready and almost accepting his probe. She jerked back, startled at first as he began moving the finger in tiny circles around the tightly puckering little opening, pressing tentatively and then pushing in through the firm, elastically stretching lips.
"Aaaaagh, aaaaagh," she screamed when he thrust his finger in a quarter inch farther and she mumbled out words incoherently at him between heavily panting gasps from the pain in her rectum.
But then, as after he had first thrust his inflamed cock into her pussy, the pain drifted into a new inexplicable pleasure that she did not want to stop. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her anal passage from her cunt she could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of the bottom of his cock pushing against his invading finger, his huge male member sliding smoothly in and out in rhythmic unison with the obscene assault at her nether passage.
"Oh God, Bob… Fuck me, fuck me good," she chanted mindlessly. "Split me! Split me!"
Bob shoved a second ravaging finger in, sinking both all the way up to the palm of his hand. He dug them cruelly into the tight fleshy anal passage and Betty jerked up, her wildly undulating buttocks rising several inches off the spongy mattress to escape the second sudden intrusion in her backside. But Bob had timed it well and rammed his grinding pelvis forward with a vengeance, driving his cock deeper into her cunt. There was nothing she could do to escape the kaleidoscopic pinwheel of sensation that spun through her loins; she was hopelessly impaled at both ends by his fingers and cock and in her sex-crazed state of mind she could not distinguish one blurry stab of pain from another electric pulse of ecstatic pleasure. All she knew was this man, her own husband's younger brother, was fucking her as she had never been fucked before in her life! She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, splurging her tongue into his mouth and receiving his tongue in turn as though it were another cock that swirled and poked at the insides of her cheeks. Then she moved her hand down between their now sweat-slickened bodies, sliding it alongside the concavity of their slapping groins until it came to rest on the gourd-like sac of his semen-bloated balls. His fingers sunk mere fractions of an inch away into her voraciously sucking little rectum, occasionally brushing against her hand while she fondled and squeezed gently at his testicles. She fingered the smooth soft folds and ran her thumb up to the base of his rapidly plunging prick, tickling at the bottom of the round rubbery head as it slipped almost out of the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt on the backstroke.
"Christ! What the hell are you doing to me!" he groaned out in a sharp gasp of pleasure.
"Darling," she gasped back. "I'm giving you as much… as… Oh God, as much as you're fucking and giving me!"
She shifted her hand suddenly from the distended cup of his balls and running it up his hips to his muscularly working buttocks thrust a finger into his own rubberily sucking nether passage. The two lurched, fingers jabbing, and pelvises buffeting like colliding freight trains; wet, sweat-soaked smacking sounds reverberated around the room, harmonizing lewdly with their mutual grunts of lust.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as though she were close to death. She was nearing orgasm and swung her soft tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her deeply impaled buttocks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his hotly plunging and growing cock.
He lurched over her, his balls ready to explode into hot streams of milky cum; he could feel it building like a trapped geyser ready to erupt, but he held off, sucking in deep gulps of breath, and wallowed in these last moments of engulfing pleasure. He could hear his brother's wife's sobs coming more rhythmically and closer together, and he felt the first trickle of her cum juice trail down from her rapidly buffeting cunt and warm his fingers as he continued his lewd finger-fucking of her hotly clinging little rectum. Her own finger plunged more deeply into his straining back passage, jamming it up to the second knuckle and sending a depraved ripple of electrified pleasure jolting upward and fusing with the ecstasy of his heavily churning semen that was about to spew out the gaping head or his painfully burgeoning cock.
"Oohhhhh… ohh… ohhhharrrrgh!" Betty chanted, her face contorted crazily in the rising buildup of coming orgasm.
Bob grunted and hammered further and further until he felt the head of his cock touch all the way back to her cervix and the walls of her hotly milking cunt clasp and unclasp in spasmodic grips around the hot, heavily fisting head of his organ.
"God… Oh… cummmmmming, I… Cummming!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time she pressed her fingers fiercely into his back passage and smashed her open abandoned mouth against his warmly sucking lips. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his viciously pummeling cock.
"Oh God… Oh, oh," Bob's voice uttered in a sharp masculine echo of his own orgasmic cries. "Cummmming, oh… arrrrrgg!"
He buckled above her, his thick heaving cock hosing out the hot milky sperm as it made its mad rush from the sanctity of his balls and began spewing in hot thin streams in to her spasmodically sucking cunt. He rocked above her, one hand tangled cruelly in her cascading blonde hair, and squeezed the other against her desperately flexing buttocks, withdrawing his fingers from her invaded rear channel with a final, obscene little farting noise. Slowly, as he felt her body go limp beneath him, his cock deflated in her gently clasping cunt that continued to slowly draw every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm from the battered organ.
And then there was silence.
The couple lay breathing heavily beside one another, their arms and legs half-clasped where they had fallen after their final embrace. Betty gradually opened her eyes and looked toward Bob. His face was swollen, his lips curled in a cat-like grin of complete satiation. The sounds of early evening traffic echoed up through the window from the street below, mingling with the drifting voices of young people moving down the halls of the building. The consciousness of what she had just done wafted through her mind, and she moaned involuntarily. So… the original sin has now been revenged.
"What's the matter?" Bob's voice suddenly broke through her thoughts. "Do we feel guilty now that all the fun's over?"
Betty sat up rigidly in the bed. "Bob, don't be that way!" she said, her words taking on a strong assertive tone that masked her inner uncertainty. "I'll suffer with my own guilt without your help, thank you."
She stood up from the bed and reached down for her panties on the rug. She couldn't understand how he could be so lackadaisical at a time like this, but she vowed to herself that she would try not to show any signs of remorse for him to play upon. She pulled the soft flimsy nylon up over her smoothly tapering legs and stretched the elastic waist band so it fit neatly over her small trim waist, then turned to Bob again, "It's late. I've got to get home before there are any more complications."
Bob yawned and stretched the full length of his body on the bed, propping his boyish-looking head on the pillow behind. Beside him, on the end table, she could see the picture of Bob and Shirley in the lewd oral embrace that Betty had shrunk away from a few hours ago. A cold shiver of personal revulsion raced down the length of her spine when she remembered that she had permitted Bob to do similar things to her and that she had actually enjoyed it. She turned from the bed and walked to the door leading out of the bedroom.
"Tell Shirley I'll sleep over here tonight," he said as she moved out the door. She looked back at him a final time and saw that he was laughing silently to himself. "Tell her I've still got lots and lots ofpainting to do."
She shot him a confused anguished look. "You call Shirley yourself, Bob. I don't want to have anything to do with her, at least for awhile."
Bob sat up in bed, then dipped his legs to the floor. "OK. Whatever you want. But listen. Christ, the game isn't over yet."
Betty's eyes fell to the floor. "I-I don't follow you."
Bob stood up and walked to the bureau where he had left his drink. He refilled his glass and downed half of it. "We're having a house party in two weeks. You can bet your ass Kent will find a way to get out of the house, and I'll wager he'll be doing more than just a little heavy drinking."
Betty's face flushed over in anger. She left the room immediately and retrieved the remainder of her clothes from the porch.
"That's hardly a veiled invitation, Betty," he called out from the bedroom. "We haven't evened the score quite yet. I mean, do you really believe that the two of them are going to be so Goddamn virtuous after all they've already done?"
She finished dressing in silence. She resolved not to even answer him, for any response at this point would be a relinquishment of her resolve to be done with the whole shoddy business. She checked around the porch for any remnants of clothing she might have left behind. Her hanky lay crumpled up on the swing and she scooped it up and put it into her pocket book. Then she quickly smoothed her long blonde hair and turned down the hallway leading out of the apartment. When she got home she would have a hot bath and go right to bed. Kent would be out at the Country Club and God only knew what Shirley would be up to. Actually it didn't matter since she was just too tired right now to really care; her heart pounded in her chest as she raced out of the apartment and down the three flights of stairs. In the foyer she looked at herself coldly in the garish gilt-framed mirrors noticing a few new lines in her face, and her mascara blurred.