Ginny couldn't remember a party where the guest list was more diverse than this one. She'd forgotten most of the names already, but she'd never forget this party. Arnie's friends ranged from Cleveland Bartlett, the town's banker and local financier, to "Moose Jaw" Diker, the first friend Arnie had found back in those bleak, lonely years before he'd made his fortune. Moose Jaw was eighty-five if he was a year, and as tough as a keg of tenpenny nails. Ginny was glad he could come, for he came as close to being the grizzled prospector from the westerns she'd read as a child as anyone could be. He even smelled like a rough-and-ready outdoorsman, maybe even a pioneer. Mr. Bartlett was a whole lot less interesting, but Ginny noticed Arnie spent more time with him than with Moose Jaw or some of his other colorful acquaintances. Flo introduced her to every single one, but the names all ran together. She figured there was plenty of time for learning names later.
Arnie spent most of his time around the liquor, seemingly mixing one drink before he finished the other. But Arnie could never be called selfish with his booze; he was passing out drinks like crazy, though most everyone had long ago drunk their fill.
They'd long since exhausted every conceivable topic of discussion by eleven-thirty, and the guests began to thin out, pausing a moment to pay their respects to the host and hostess and to wish Ginny a pleasant, enjoyable visit. She was glad to see them go, frankly, for she'd tired of talking about the California weather, smog and hippies hours earlier.
Only Arnie was left in the living room by midnight, and he insisted Ginny have one last drink. She tried to refuse, but he was terribly persistent, and she finally relented. It was her fourth or fifth – she couldn't remember – and went down like water. It had hardly reached her belly before she began to regret it.
She started to get up, but the floor spun around beneath her feet, so she plopped back into the big chair.
"Looks like you're feeling no pain, huh sweetheart?" asked Arnie. Ginny could only see a messy blur where his face should have been.
"What… oh, yeah, I guess so," she said thickly. "Where's Flo?" She seemed to add that last question as an afterthought when she slowly realized she was alone with Arnie.
"She's occupied with Gus at the moment," smiled Arnie.
Ginny tried to wait for all the words to sink in. "With Gus? You mean…"
Arnie cut her off. "Yeah, with Gus. She has these little flings once in a while. She'll have forgotten all about it by morning."
Ginny heard it all right, but she couldn't believe her ears. "I don't understand, Arnie. Is she in there?" She motioned toward the closed bedroom door.
Arnie nodded affirmatively. "Come on, we'll have a little fun." He got up, grabbing Ginny by the arm.
"Wait a minute," she insisted, "where are we going? I don't want to go in there."
But Arnie was his usual persistent self. "Oh, c'mon, live a little. You won't see anything you haven't seen already this week."
Ginny's cheeks suddenly were bright crimson. He knows! He knows I was watching!
"You didn't think you fooled me, did you? I saw you hiding down there beside your bed."
"But… but why… why didn't you say something," stammered Ginny, too embarrassed to look up.
"Why should I? I'd have spoiled all your fun… and besides, I don't mind an audience when I fuck. I've got nothing to hide," he laughed.
Ginny's head was spinning like a top, and she wanted nothing more than to go to bed and sleep off this topsy-turvy state her mind was in.
But Arnie was in the best position; he was less dulled by the alcohol, being still way below his capacity, and soon Ginny found herself being led into the darkened bedroom, by way of her room.
"Please, Arnie… I don't want to," she whispered, but Arnie pulled her behind him, and they settled quietly on the thick animal skin against the far wall. The bedroom fireplace still bore the smoldering remnants of the night's fire, and the glowing-red coals cast an eerie light over the couple intertwined on the bed fifteen away. The fire's glow was the only light in the room, and at the far end where Ginny and Arnie sat on the fur rug, it was pitch black.
"Are you cold," whispered Arnie, and put his arm around Ginny's shoulders before she could reply. She started to push it away, but it didn't seem to make any difference so she left it.
"Let's get out of here, Arnie," said Ginny softly, leaning nearly to his left ear. "I don't like this."
"Relax… they won't mind as long as it looks like we're here for the same reason." He squeezed his arm around her shoulders, gently caressing the soft flesh of her bare arm with his open palm.
"What do you mean?" Ginny whispered loudly.
"Sh-h-h-h… just follow my lead, and I'll guarantee you the show of your life."
Ginny thought of running from the room, of simply jumping up and racing back into the living room. But somehow, something kept her there, something almost like magic seemed to hold her securely to this spot. Just like the other night, when she'd spied on Arnie and Flo, some strange kind of wicked attraction seemed to draw her like a magnet.
The shadowy figures on the bed were practically still, with only an occasional movement to indicate they were even awake. Suddenly a head rose above the covers, and Ginny could feel someone looking her way.
"Cooperate, Ginny… Gus is looking at us," whispered Arnie.
She gave in, it seemed the only answer and Arnie seemed so sure it would solve everything. The last thing she wanted was a scene…
She allowed herself to drift freely in the dizziness brought on by the alcohol, and Arnie had pulled her so close she could hardly move. Catching her by surprise, his hand slipped down the collar of her dress, unbuttoning the top button, and fastened firmly on her naked breast. She could feel sharp pin pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the tiny hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger maddeningly. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her ear as he turned his head toward her, nibbling tantalizingly at the skin of her bare neck.
This is wrong… I know it is! I've got to do something! I've got to get out of here!
She started to squirm away, struggling to get to her feet, but Arnie snapped her head back toward his and planted his lips firmly on hers. She tried still to get away, but the pressure was too great for her to escape. Maybe if she'd been sober, but in her present state she was no match for him.
His tongue thrust strongly between her clenched teeth, and wetly probed the inside of her mouth, its roughness rubbing the surface of her tongue. She found herself thrusting her own tongue back at him, and he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. There was no question about it, he really knew how to kiss.
Something was wrong, she told herself. She should be sick to her stomach, revulsed at the touch of another man, especially this one, Fred's own brother! But she didn't feel that way, and no matter how hard she denied it to herself, she was really enjoying this man's kisses… this man's caressing touch. He was a real man, maybe even more of a man than her own Fred and the first man she'd been this close to in months. That disgusting swine in Los Angeles didn't count, she thought, and something about Arnie's forcefulness was awfully hard to resist.
His probing kiss continued, while his fingers deftly fondled the throbbing tip of her breast, squeezing her pink nipple affectionately between his fingers.
There was a groan from the bed, but Ginny was afraid to look.
"Take a look… Flo's going down on him," Arnie whispered with heavy breath.
She blinked to focus in the dim light, and got a sudden clear view of Flo's head working up and down on the big Swede's loins, her lips clasped tightly in an oval around the shaft of his immense organ, standing firm and erect like a tree stump rising from the bed. It stood hard and rigid through the fly of his pants, with wispy tufts of blonde-brown pubic hair around the thick base.
"Oh, God," gasped Ginny, turning her head to Arnie's shoulder, "I can't look! That's awful… just awful."
Somehow, she hadn't expected this, though she really wasn't sure what she had expected. Kissing maybe. And there had really been no doubt what Gus and Flo might be doing on that bed, but until this moment she hadn't come face to face with the frightful truth. She had thought a moment ago she had everything firmly under control, but now she wasn't so sure.
The awful sight of that man's penis disappearing into her sister-in-law's hungry, sucking mouth had been just too much for her. And the wet sucking noises, punctuated with mewls of pleasure from both Gus and Flo, hadn't made things any better. She burrowed her head against Arnie's shoulder, desperately trying to shut out the obscene sounds, but they were everywhere, it seemed, and nothing helped. She wanted more than anything to run, but she doubted her legs would even support her if she were to attempt it. She was helpless to do anything except lie here in her husband's brother's arms and listen in torment while those two on the bed made love in the most disgusting way possible.
She looked away as long as she could, but another shrill, mournful cry drew her attention back to the bed.
Florence had lifted her skirt to her waist and crawled up over the big man's body. She'd already pulled off her panties, or maybe she wasn't even wearing any, and was straddling Gus, the round whiteness of her naked well-shaped buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his huge, rigidly-erect cock. As Ginny looked up, Flo was reaching in back and guiding the enormous head of his prick into her. Ginny didn't breathe as she saw the blood-red tip of Gus' prick make contact with the moist, hungry lips of Flo's cunt. She moved it back and forth in the wet slit for a few moments, wetting it and parting the soft pubic hairs at the same time, and then, with a loud sucking noise, her buttocks slithered down the long shaft until they smacked hard down against his loins.
Ginny's eyes were wide in mesmerized disbelief as she watched Flo pump her soft, naked buttocks up and down on the thick, rock-hard cock. She watched hypnotized as the throbbing penis slid slowly up into the wet clasping flanges of Flo's pussy, making a juicy sluicing noise as it entered. She ground her buttocks all the way down until all Ginny could see were a few tiny hairs around the hidden base of his immense organ protruding from the tight moist lips around it. She knew she should scream and put an end to this filthy, perverted madness, but she couldn't… her eyes were glued to the incredible spectacle unfolding right in front of her. She sat frozen as Flo began a slow grinding up and down movement with her ass rising in the chill air above the big Swede until the tip of his swollen prick was all that remained between her hungrily nibbling pussy-lips. Then, with a deep, throaty moan, she dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long smooth stroke.
She turned away again, embarrassed at the growing sensation between her own tightly closed thighs, humiliated that something like this could affect her this way. Arnie's hand slowly inched along her leg, pushing her skirt up in its path, and she was powerless to resist. Her mind cried out, No! No! Stop! but her body seemed unable to answer.
Arnie's creeping fingers reached the legband of her white panties, and she felt a shiver of fright… or maybe of excitement rush over her like a cold breeze.
"No, Arnie, please," she whispered, afraid Flo and Gus would hear. But Arnie had come too close to be turned away now. He could feel the soft resilient pubic hairs curling out and was within inches of that sweet young pussy of hers and nothing would stop him now!
She gasped aloud as his fingers slipped under the taut elastic leg band and made electric contact with the tender softness of her warm, inviting slit. He wasted no time, and his rigid index finger quickly parted the pubic curls and sought out its mark and plunged abruptly into the taut, fleshy sheath of her vagina. She tried clamping her bare thighs together, but the time for such action had long passed.
"No, please…" she murmured, but her legs opened without another moment's hesitation, and Arnie began to pull and yank her tight panties down over her thighs. When they were free of her long legs, his hand quickly rammed back up between her legs, opening them, like a steel wedge. This time there was nothing in his way, and his whole hand suddenly fastened over the moist tenderness of her soft, fleshy folds, his middle finger probing the tight confines of her moist warm tunnel. Her hips squirmed and ground frantically, vainly trying to escape this sudden invasion of her genitals, but it was no use, she was hopelessly impaled on his finger like an insect skewered on a pin.
With one quick, strong movement, Arnie pushed her back onto the furry rug beneath them, and his lips suddenly lowered to her naked, vulnerable thighs. Again she was caught totally by surprise, and that had been just what Arnie was counting on.
Spreading the ivory smoothness of her thighs, Arnie began to kiss his way to the soft, hairy triangle at the base of her smooth, white belly, nibbling tenderly at the sensitive flesh of her upper leg, each gentle bite sending a fresh chill through her confused, tormented body.
She opened her eyes just enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of Flo and Gus, Flo's naked buttocks still pistoning savagely up and down on the impaling log shoved between her fleshy, hair-covered vaginal lips.
Ginny heard a metallic sound, and glanced up to see Arnie squirm quickly out of his pants and undershorts, pushing them down below his knees and kicking them aside.
An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her legs as Arnie's hand slid back between her legs and opened her thighs wide to his cruel, hungry gaze.
He crawled up over her until he towered over her quivering body like a giant, holding the menacing shaft of his thick, hard prick between his two hands. He looked down at her, and with an evil grin, pulled back the uncircumcised foreskin until the swollen, bulbous head was exposed.
He leaned nearer, "You like that, honey? I'll bet that squirt brother of mine never had anything like that to cream in you," he continued to torment the horrified young girl, relishing the contorted mask of fear that crossed over her face as her eyes focused on his immense cock just over her head.
Ginny tried to speak, but couldn't. The words seemed to catch in her throat, and she couldn't take her eyes away from his hard, fleshy instrument for a second. It pained her to admit it, even to herself, but Arnie was right, Fred's penis was large, but nothing like this.
My God, it's so thick! How could any woman take that thing inside her!?
It looked much bigger than the night she'd watched him make love to Flo, but that had been from a distance, and most of the time it had been buried deep between Flo's widespread legs.
"Please, don't… Arnie, please," she whispered as the moans and grunts from across the room grew louder and more frantic.
"Get that dress off you," ordered Arnie in a hoarse whisper. "Let's see what you've been giving that baby brother of mine."
Ginny didn't move, paralyzed with fear as she realized what he intended to do. He was going to ravish her – his own brother's wife, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
"I wasn't kidding," he said, louder and more menacing this time. "Get that dress off now!"
Ginny was only dimly aware of Arnie's hands reaching behind her body to the zipper at the back of her dress. With a swift downward jerk, he opened it all the way to the tops of her buttocks. She felt the cold rush of air against her skin as he pulled it from her shoulders and yanked it along her body, lifting her as he pulled the garment off her. The snaps of her brassiere were next, and she surprised even herself by offering no resistance, and she heard him gasp as it came off and he tossed it to the floor beside them. His eyes quickly fastened on the soft white globes of her perfectly-formed breasts as they came into his view.
There was nothing left; she lay naked before him like a young excited Venus as he dropped again to his knees, panting like a starved animal before her. She shivered as his wet lips kissed the flat plane of her belly, then nibbled their way downward toward the warmth between her naked thighs.
He knelt before her like the savage he was, licking his moist lips in anticipation of the feast about to come. The soft pink folds of her vagina were presented up to him like a gourmet dinner. Ginny lay frozen to the thick, furry skin as she watched him drooling at the sight of her helpless young nakedness.
With his hands flat against the insides of her quivering thighs, Arnie spread the soft fleshy flanges of her vaginal cleft with his thumbs. Then, with a slow torturing movement, he drew the warm, ragged lips apart, exposing the moist pink slit to the cruelness of his wanton gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment, and then, with a groan like an animal, buried his head between her thighs, probing with his long slippery tongue the warm throbbing walls of her pussy.
She snapped viciously, a long, low soulful moan escaping from her lips. Her buttocks ground down against the thick, furry skin under her in a hopeless attempt to escape the maddening assault on her most secret genitals.
"Oh, God… Nooooo… Nooooooo!" she whimpered before his lust-crazed attack, watching down between her breasts in terrified disbelief as this nightmare grew more and more incredible.
Frantically, he licked at her tender moist slit, his tongue finding the hidden bud of her clitoris, and his lips fastening tightly around the throbbing knob. She squirmed helplessly, but he didn't ease his savage assault on her loins for an instant. He sucked and nibbled on the tiny, pulsing nipple, rolling her sensitive clitoris between his teeth, feeling her whole body quiver beneath his touch.
She tried desperately to fight it, but the aching need in her belly screamed for fulfillment, and soon she felt the tiny shivering wisps of pleasure begin to ripple through her body. Arnie stepped up the pace, his long tongue coursing over the pink, fleshy folds of her pussy, then snaking between the soft lips into the warm depths of her moist, throbbing sheath, licking hungrily at the walls of her young tender pussy.
Oh, God, why did I ever come here… why didn't I stay home where I belonged and wait for Fred! Why did I come up here with these awful, filthy people!?
Arnie could see that she was nearly his, a few seconds more and he'd be able to do anything he wanted to this stuck-up little bitch… she'd be his slave, and would do anything to satisfy him. And, oh, how he wanted to burrow his aching rod between those sweet, innocent pussy-lips of hers, how he would shove his thick, hot cock right up into her sweet belly! She'd be begging him for it any minute now… and by God, he was going to give it to her like she'd never had it before!
He pushed her legs up and back and wormed his tongue down the narrow crevice of her buttocks until he found the tightly-puckered ring of her anus, and poked his tongue against the taut opening with a lizard-like movement, flicking the tip against the tight forbidden hole nestled just below her cunt.
The unexpected burning contact brought a moan of tortured anguish from her half-parted lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, her teeth bared slightly from the agonizing sensations rippling out of control through her quivering body.
"Oooooh, God, no… please, not there…" She squirmed desperately to escape the hot flicking tongue probing without mercy at her anus. Arnie's reply was a coarse, evil chuckle and another searing stab into the tight fleshy ring.
Ginny sobbed helplessly before this new attack, and now it didn't matter who heard her. But suddenly, in spite of gnawing revulsion and humiliation she felt her body begin to desert her, to lose control. Her buttocks began to jerk back against Arnie's probing tongue involuntarily, sending spasms of helpless ecstasy rippling through her raw nerves.
She knew she could stand it no longer, but she fought it with every ounce of her very being. It was no use; after a long tortured struggle in her twisted and confused mind – there was nothing left… she was totally his!
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned grinding up against his thrusting tongue.
She reached down and gripped his hair with her fingers and with a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest, pulled his lips tight against her naked loins. Forgotten were all thoughts of Flo and Gus still caught in their own lovemaking just a few feet away, forgotten were all thoughts of Fred halfway around the world in a foreign land, forgotten was all the humiliation… all the degradation. All that mattered now were the incredibly delicious waves of pleasure coursing over her in a million prickling points, like needles of fire piercing her tortured flesh.
Arnie sensed her sudden, unconditional surrender and with a vicious smirk, thrust his thick wet tongue deep into the quivering warm sheath of her vagina. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs brushing against his face as he burrowed between her smooth yielding thighs, her buttocks grinding in a slow, erotic rhythm up against his face.
She was his now, there was no question about it, and he watched excitedly as she squirmed before him, her eyes tightly clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.
It wouldn't be long now, he sensed with anticipation, before he rammed his aching, hard cock home into that little belly of hers and emptied his burning eager sperm all the way up into her tight, hungry pussy. By God, she wasn't too good to fuck him anymore. Now she was just another hot little cunt begging to be fucked by any man with a cock… begging for anybody to fill her eager young pussy with a stiff cock.
Well, he grinned, this is one time she'll get her wish… and oh, how she'll get it!