The shiny black Lincoln turned into the unshaped driveway fronting Station KTPQ at exactly 7:55, just as it did every morning. As the car braked to a stop, the driver's door swung open and a short, fat puffy-faced man wearing a wrinkled black uniform and a chauffeur's glossy peaked cap stepped out and smartly yanked open the rear door facing the station.
Old Foster descended slowly, taking hold of the outstretched hand offered by the driver, but turned it loose as soon as one foot gained a firm hold on the pavement. The other leg was warped, shorter, with a turned-in foot – the result of a World War II battle injury – which he steadied with a gold-tipped cane.
Suddenly he straightened his long gaunt form and began hobbling toward the station front door, moving swiftly for any man nearing his 60th year, not including one with a handicap. Part of the reason for his seeming vitality was the fact that the old boy had been secretively taking hormone shots. At first he had been skeptical, but for the last three mornings with his bedsheets looking like a tent… and right in the middle was the finest tent-pole in the world… one any 20 year-old stud would be proud of. Of course, his new virility and vitality had been quite disconcerting to his closest employees – those who worked on the hallowed upper floors of the television studio. And this morning, he was determined to give them something to really talk about!
Inside, Foster chuckled to himself as he bobbed and lurched down a long wood-paneled corridor, announcing his arrival with a staccato tap-tap-tap of his cane. In front of one door, a cluster of chattering girls slivered abruptly before one summoned up enough courage to call out, "Morning, Mr. Foster!"
"Good morning, lovelies!" he shouted back, the granite-like features of his face breaking into a lecherous grin as he ran his hawkish eyes hungrily over their upturned breasts and pert little buttocks. Tap-tap-tap.
"Good morning, men!" he boomed to a trio of men hunched over their desks in the news room. "If you run across anything hot, send her in." The men looked up and forced a nervous laugh not really sure what the old boy meant but pretty sure he wasn't talking about a female – then returned grimly to the task of culling a stack of news reports on their desks.
Old Foster turned a corner to his personal office and noticed Andy standing nearby, obviously waiting for him.
"Morning, Sir. If I could have a word with you?"
The gray-haired station president studied the newscaster's face suspiciously without speaking.
"Mr. Foster, it's about Rudy Dayton, my sister's brother… If I could explain…"
Foster reacted as if cold water had been thrown in his face. He whacked his cane sharply against the door and glared at the brown-haired younger man.
"That upstart! That insolent…"
Andy's face reddened. "Sir, I can explain…"
Old Foster whirled and shouldered his way into his office like a wounded bull. He made it to his desk in four or five swift bouncing, half-leaping movements, then plopped angrily in a high-backed burgundy leather chair. As Andy entered cautiously, the tall gaunt executive waved for him to sit down.
"Well, Mr. Taberon, you were saying about that jackass of a brother-in-law of yours?"
Andy bit his lip and shifted uneasily in his chair.
"Sir… I'll only take ten minutes of your time."
"Five," interrupted Foster.
"Five minutes, Sir. What I have to say…"
"Then say it, Taberon. You've only got five minutes."
Sweating uncomfortably under the steady gaze of his superior's steel-gray eyes, Andy summoned all his courage. "Mr. Foster, Rudy is sorry, very sorry for the way he spoke to you that morning. He wanted me to let you know."
"He told me to get fucked."
Andy gulped hard and his swallow was heard across the room. "Did he, Sir!"
"Right in this very office."
"This office?" blurted out the flustered newscaster.
"Taberon!" exploded Foster, rising wobbily on one foot and glancing at his watch, "you've used up too much valuable time already!"
The bespeckled announcer was jolted alert. "What he said to you was unforgivable, Mr. Foster. It was plain crazy. But Rudy wasn't himself that morning."
"Himself? You mean there's times when he's worse? Impossible!"
"I mean… well, to be truthful, he's having problems with his wife."
"His wife?"
"I probably shouldn't mention this, Mr. Foster, it being a family thing, but that's why he wasn't himself. You see, his wife won't… uh."
The gray-haired television executive leaned forward, for the first time that morning completely at attention. "Won't what…?" he asked softly.
"Won't… let him make love to her."
Old Foster slumped back in his chair, snorting, "What's the matter with him?"
"Nothing, that is, as much as I can tell," replied Andy nervously, his face turning a bright crimson. "It's just that his wife won't let him touch her as long as he's not working."
"Not working, you say? Well, there's damned little chance of it here."
"He would make a fine roving reporter, or a sportscaster. I'm sure of it. If you would give him a chance to prove…"
"He told me to get fucked."
"What he said was… rash," came back Andy, weakly. "He wasn't himself. When a woman holds back on a man, sometimes he's not himself."
The television executive sat studying the younger man in silence for a moment. Slowly he began to realize there might be some advantages in the situation for him. That young expert's sister was the sexy weather girl… Lola Dayton. Dayton had one very nice ass and too very nice legs and tits on her. Was she interested in getting her brother a job? Yes… it just might work out. At the thought of the delectable young girl, Foster felt his long dormant penis beginning to show some signs of virility. He twisted his hands together in front of him and finally said, "Taberon… you really want me to give that red-headed harebrain another chance?"
"He would make a fine reporter," Andy said quickly, "I'm sure of it."
"I wish I were," answered Foster somberly.
"But you will consider giving him a try?"
"I will consider it," replied the gray-haired executive. "See me again in two or three days…" He stood, supporting himself with one strong hand on his desk. "Now if you will be good enough to let me get some work done."
Andy got up and headed for the door. "Thanks so much Mr. Foster, I'll tell Rudy."
As soon as the door closed behind the young man, old Foster left his desk and began hobbling back and forth, thinking. After a few moments, he glanced out the window, still lost in thought. Well, by God. There was really only one way to make sure the hormone shots were really doing the job. Give them a test-run!
He was breathing rapidly – panting, actually – when he pressed down the intercom to his secretary and said with deceptive gentleness, "Get me the weather girl on the phone…"
Andy headed straight for his office as soon as he left old Foster. There were things to catch up on that he had been putting off for weeks, but most of all he wanted to phone Lola. She would be happy to know that he had convinced the station's president to give her brother a second chance.
He was humming as he entered his office and had already dialed the first three digits of Lola's number before his nose picked up the faint jasmine scent of perfume that hung in the air.
Cradling the receiver, he whirled and saw Rudy's wife demurely ensconced in the black leather couch, an impish smile playing across her pretty face. A short navy blue skirt was hiked high, revealing the sleek curves of her nylon-encased legs, and she wore a sheer white satin blouse which fitted snugly across her lushly ripened breasts.
Andy paled and glanced nervously at the door. Abruptly he decided he wasn't going to go through the worry routine again, so he moved over to the door, locked it, then turned to face her.
What he saw made his jaw drop, his eyes widen. Just within that short space of time, the young housewife had risen from the couch and was unbuttoning her blouse… slowly and teasingly – like a strip teaser. Then, her eyes locked on his, she removed her blouse, let it fall carelessly to the floor.
"Andy," she said, hoarsely, "help me with my brassiere?"
"Denise," he said, his hands trembling. He knew he should tell his beautiful young sister-in-law to leave, to get the hell out. Instead, though, he found himself drawn to her, slowly at first, then his steps quickening until he was at her side, his fingers fumbling at her brassiere snaps, his entire body coming alive – heart pounding, penis elongating and beginning to throb in anticipation.
She caressed his shoulder and ran her fingers in little circles on his back under his cock as he removed her brassiere and tossed it quickly to one side. Then she arched her back slightly, letting him run his eyes hungrily over her proudly upthrust breasts.
Without warning, she pulled him to her and kissed him voraciously on the mouth. Then, she began flicking her wet little tongue in and out of his mouth as he cupped her nakedly offered breasts in his hands and began stroking and squeezing them.
"Harder, lover, harder!" implored the panting brunette, her breathing coming in short, quick gasps of delight.
Andy tweaked her spiked-out nipples and then began squeezing and kneading the soft resilient mounds of her breasts more vigorously.
"Yessssss… ohhhh… that's it!" pouted the pretty brunette.
Of their own accord, Andy's hands dropped and his trembling fingers began unzipping her skirt. As soon as it fell in a swirl of cloth around her ankles, he hooked his thumbs in the elastic band at the top of her white sheer panties and pulled them down over her flaring buttocks. He watched with bated breath as the nylon undergarment slowly revealed her dark-haired pussy mound before sliding down her firm young thighs and legs.
When she was completely naked, the ravishing brunette sighed and leaned back on the couch, pulling the older man with her. He crouched between her legs on his knees and began running his hands against her sleek inner thighs, holding them wide apart. The sparsely curling pussy hairs framing her little pink vaginal lips made a mouth-watering sight, and she watched with a small gasp of anticipation as he lowered his head slowly to the base of her belly.
As he began heatedly planting kisses on her passionately quivering pussy mound, Denise arched her hips upward into his face and flung her head wantonly to one side.
"Ooooh, Andy," she moaned. "Yessssss… eat me. Eat me!" In a moment Andy was flicking his tongue hungrily in and out of her succulent cuntal flesh, tickling and nipping at her erect little clitoris with lips, teeth and nose. The titillating contact brought gasp after gasp of lewd delight from deep within the naked young girl's throat.
As Andy continued his relentless attack on her wildly ecstatic vaginal flesh, she felt his hands move sensuously up over her stomach to her straining breasts. He pinched the pink little buds of her nipples – first one, then the other, then both at the same time – sending shudders of erotic pleasure rippling like heat-lightining through her nerves.
Her own hands moved down over his tantalizing fingers working on her tingling breasts and silently instructed him to also caress and massage the straining mounds. A moment later her hands slid down over her flat stomach, near his nibbling mouth.
Breathing in short, quick gasps, she anxiously spread apart the hair-lined lips of her moistly throbbing pussy, giving him easier access to her cuntal flesh. The newscaster's long wet tongue shot out, its flicking tip immediately making a searing contact with her vibrating clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh," Denise groaned deliriously as the lust-inflamed newsman licked his tongue up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice, down over the layers of sensitive flesh surrounding her vaginal opening and lower into the crevice between her squirming buttocks where it tantalizingly probed the tight ring of rubbery skin circling her anus.
"Yesssssssss, oh, yesssssssss," she gasped, her whole lower body writhing in a paroxysm of obscene pleasure as she attempted to lock her nylon-encased legs around his head.
Denise Dayton's fingers clawed at her brother-in-law's hair, trying to guide his face back to her hungrily throbbing cunt. Andy struck nerve endings before quickly withdrawing it to concentrate on her clitoris.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she groaned, the cords of her neck flexing in wild unrestrained pleasure as his teeth gently nibbled the supersensitive little stalk of flesh.
Her arousal excited Andy's cock to an even greater rock-hardness, and he knew he had to fuck her now or go crazy. Swaying, he jumped to his feet and began stripping off his clothes, dropping them haphazardly onto the carpet. Soon, completely naked, he was standing over her, his thick rigid penis menacingly jutting out like a huge knobbed spear.
Denise's eyes froze on his visibly throbbing cock. Slowly, wantonly, her mouth opened in pleased surprise, and her little pink tongue licked lewdly at her pouting lower lip. God, she had never guessed her handsome brother-in-law was equipped with such a nice long cock. She had known it was big from the way it felt that night she had squirmed around in his lap. But this? Why it was huge… wonderfully big and it looked hard as a brick. Abruptly she could wait no longer. She had to have that hotly pulsating shaft up inside her belly – had to have it now. At the same moment she heard her lust-constricted voice pleading, "Do it now, lover. Please fuck me now… oh I want it so bad."
Pleased with her impatience, Andy wasted no time as she splayed her legs wider in an age-old invitation to be mounted. He leaned nakedly over her, his breath coming in hoarse pants of desire, and with one hand guided his long hard penis to her hair-lined vaginal slit. As his mushroomed cock-head parted the wetly quivering lips of her pussy, the petite brunette began to undulate her hips up and down in a frantic dance of eagerness.
"Ohhhhhh… hurry… damnit, give it to me," she begged, then groaned loudly as Andy abruptly pushed forward, forcing the lust-swollen tip of his cock just inside her wet little cuntal mouth. "Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!"
The first hot feel of her inner vaginal flesh caused the newscaster to go almost berserk. Uncaring that he possibly could be heard out in the studio hallway, he rammed forward, feeling nothing but power and erotic pleasure as his long cock slipped up through her hot buttery flesh into her tightly clasping vaginal passage.
"Aaaaeeeeeeiiiiiieeee," Denise shrieked, as she felt his pulsating hardness driving like an axe handle up into her belly. A moment later she wailed in lewd pleasure as the burgeoning head of his cock brushed against and bounced off her cervix. Christ, he was in deep… even deeper than her husband had ever been. It felt as if her tight little cunt was stuffed beyond capacity, but oddly enough there was no pain… only pleasure at being finally fucked by her handsome brother-in-law. Of their own volition, her hips began pumping up and down in rhythm to his each powerful thrust with her legs snaked out to wrap around his waist. She used her heels as spurs against his naked buttocks to drive him in deeper, then put her arms tightly around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers. They kissed, savagely biting each others parted lips, their tongues fighting for supremacy while they ground their bodies against each other and his long thick penis fucked like a piston in and out of her hair-lined little cunt.
Seeking every possible source of pleasure, Denise arched her shoulders backward to bring her upthrust young breasts against the older man's chest, scraping her peaked-out nipples against his matted hair. Still not satisfied, she dropped one hand down between their lewdly entwined bodies and began gently caressing his heavy, sperm-laden balls testicles, wringing loud moans of pleasure from his mouth.
As thrill after erotic thrill shot through their vibrating nerve endings, both man and woman realized their arousal had already pushed them over the edge of restraint. Andy hadn't made more than twenty or thirty body-jolting strokes into her hot little pussy before the young girl was groaning like someone in agony and her naked body was humping up to him in wild spasmodic jerks that signaled her impending climax. "Ohhhhhh yes," she breathed… "Yessssss… yessssss. YES!"
Andy sweated above her, driving in with ever longer and harder thrusts into her streaming vaginal passage as the long tapered fingernails of her free hand began clawing his muscular back and raising long red welts of passion. He drew back slightly so he could watch her lust-contorted face, and when he saw her eyelids begin to flutter he realized abruptly that she was close to cumming. It was difficult to believe, but she was there.
The news commentator increased the savage tempo of his thrusts up into her tightly clasping cunt, hammering hard and deep into her belly… knowing even as he did so that he would not be able to retain any kind of control at this torrid pace. Even as the thought crossed his mind, he could feel the inexorable tingling building up in his balls, could sense the seminal tube on the underside of his penis swelling, his entire cock burgeoning, growing like a balloon up inside her hot little pussy.
Beneath him, his sister-in-law suddenly groaned loudly, choked, then her breath caught and her nakedly squirming body stiffened. Abruptly she exploded!
"Aaaaaaeeeeeiiiiieeeeee… I'm cummmming… I'm cummmmminnnnnggggg," she wailed as her sweat-streaked body heaved and jerked upward off the couch. As her hotly convulsing vaginal muscles worked all around the full-length of his deeply embedded cock, Andy knew he was there too. There was no longer any thought of holding off. He groaned as his hot boiling sperm pumped through his wildly jerking penis, jetting far up inside her welcoming cunt. In spite of his ejaculation, he continued to fuck in and out of her wetly spasming vaginal passage and was immediately rewarded with her cries of rapture, "I'm cumming again, lover… ohhh… ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
It seemed as if their mutual joy would never end, but gradually, as his dwindling penis deflated inside her cum-filled pussy, the newscaster and his naked sister-in-law relaxed against each other on the couch. They held on to each other desperately, listening to the thunderous pounding of their hearts and the whistling sounds of their breath.
They lay there in silence for almost five minutes before Andy pulled himself up and started tugging on his clothes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the disheveled Denise staring at him with an unfathomable expression on her face.
Finally she nodded her head just once. "That was good, Andy… very good," she purred. "I guess we finished what we started the other night."
Unaccountably, the newscaster felt his face redden. Jesus Christ, he thought in dismay as full recognition of what he had just done hit him. I've committed adultery with my own sister-in-law.
As if sensing the turmoil in his mind, Denise smiled and dimpled, then stood up and languorously began pulling on her rumpled white panties. As she bent over, her naked ass-cheeks toward him, the older man felt an immediate return of lust for the petite brunette… and yet, he knew he must never let this happen again. My God… suppose someone had heard them… suppose Lola suspected?
Moments later, still feeling awkward as he unlocked the door, Andy stammered, "Well… ah… thanks for dropping by, Denise. I-I really don't know how to thank you."
"Let me think about it for awhile, lover," said the young girl unable to keep from laughing at his obvious discomfort.
As she turned on her high heels and clicked down the corridor, there was a new look of confidence on her face. She grinned again as she thought about what Andy had said, and her stride faltered momentarily as the memory of the pleasure she had gotten from him returned. Then she took a deep breath and began walking again… a confident, beautiful young girl on her way up. So you don't know how to thank me, Andy. Well, you're going to get your chance, lover. You're going to get your chance…