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CHAPTER SIX

Betty Howard stood up from the love seat nestled in the corner of Jake Roberts' living room, searching through the crowd for her husband who had disappeared just after the two men and the woman had come to orgasm. The lewd spectacle had, in spite of her resolve to stay cool, worked her into a frenzied pitch of excitement and the mixture of hashish and Pernod had contributed to her generally dazed state of confusion. She had even let Bob's hands stroke her pussy and she had fondled and pulled on his hardened penis until they were both in a state of dangerous arousal. It had been all she could do keeping him from stripping her right there and forcing his ready cock into her moistly churning pussy, but she had retained a last vestige of will and conscience that had prohibited her from succumbing completely. Now it was a matter of finding Kent and having her revenge. There were several ways she imagined she might get back at him, but the only method that would have any effect, she thought as Bob guided her across the room into the hallway between the two apartments, would be giving him a taste of his own medicine, right in front of him. She had been avoiding this possibility as much as she could, but at this point it seemed to be the only choice she could make.

"I think I know where they are," Bob said, leaning across the empty bar in the hallway and filling two glasses with Pernod. "Most likely in one of Jake's back bedrooms. We'll wait a few minutes until they start loving it up and then your idea is as good as mine what we should do."

Betty smiled. "I detect a twinkle in your eye, Bob. I suggest we join my husband and your wife. I'm sure they'd be glad to see us."

Bob looked flustered for a moment. Then he said slyly: "Well, to tell the truth, I've never been in a situation like this. I mean orgies and that kind of stuff, yes. But doing it in the same room with your brother who's screwing your wife…"

Betty's eyes glazed over and with a womanly aggressiveness that she had never thought possible in her before, she took in the entire length of his strong masculine body. "That makes it practically incest, doesn't it, Bob?"

Bob gulped. "Well, it actually does."

Betty could see that he hadn't bargained for this peculiar turn in the evening's activities. A few stragglers remained in the hallway and lingered dancing in the Howard's and Roberts' living room, but now the two in-laws were pretty much alone. She could tell that Bob had planned on fucking her again after she had witnessed Kent running off with his wife, but he had obviously not foreseen her suggestion of the two couples making it a foursome. She had changed the pattern by introducing a special lewd twist of her own invention and in a strange way she felt almost proud of herself. For God's sake, she thought to herself, she had been used as part of Bob and Shirley's neat little wife-swapping routine and had been treated as though she were a permanent female fixture that worked as housemaid and kitchen appliance by her husband long enough! She turned away from Bob and sipped on her drink silently. It became clear to her now that Bob had known that Shirley was going to seduce Kent that Saturday afternoon; naive as she was, it was stupid of her not to have realized it herself, but again she resolved that she would make up for her former gullibility and she would do it up good tonight.

"We've given them enough time," she said, setting her drink on the top of the bar. "But you must promise me something. When we go into the bedroom, I want to make sure they don't see us until we… well, before we start doing something really lewd."

Bob smiled quizzically, running his hand through his silvery blonde hair. "Lord, when you get fired up there's nothing stopping you. Are you sure you want to go through with this? Can you imagine what's going to go through his head when he sees us doing it right on the bed beside him?"

Betty slid her arm inside his. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the neck, and smiled up at him. "Now that, Mr. Howard," she said with a scolding tone in her voice, "is something you should have considered before you and Shirley worked out your little arrangement."

Betty and Bob reentered the Roberts' living room, passing through a group of people standing in its center.

"Hey, Betty, Betty Howard," a voice called out from the far side of the room. "I recognized you by your… hehehe… pretty little figure. I hoped I'd be seeing you here, being that your sweet sister-in-law was giving the party."

Betty winced and felt her face flush over with shame and humiliation as Dan Clark, her next door neighbor, rushed up and embraced her with greater intimacy than their rather brisk neighborly relationship demanded. A rush of anger choked up in her throat as she realized Shirley must have invited him out of spite.

"Say, Bob, I don't mean to spirit away this lovely little peach blossom from ya, but I've really got to talk to my favorite neighbor. Only be a second," he said breezily, pulling Betty by the arm toward the hallway.

"Look, honey," the short greying man said, thrusting his hands assertively into his pockets. "I hate to bring this up, but I'm sure the Community Beautification Project wouldn't approve… It's not really my affair, but the face of the block would suffer if I let it out. Your husband has been playing hanky-panky right in broad daylight on your side lawn with a certain relative of yours."

Betty looked coldly at Dan Clark. "You mean you'd like to fuck me after the others are done with me, is that what you're saying, Dan?"

The man choked, taken aback by her boldness. "I-I, well you really don't have to put it so bluntly. It is a matter of community concern."

"As you can see, I'm occupied tonight. You call me on Tuesday afternoon while Kent's at work and I'm sure we can take care of your needs and those of the rest of the neighborhood too," she remarked seductively and turned toward Bob again, leaving her neighbor sputtering weakly in the hallway.

God, what was coming over her! Betty felt a sudden audaciousness that she had sensed surfacing only slightly a few hours before. She was not the same woman of a month ago; she had changed, and it wasn't a matter of being for the better or worse. Her transformation was a matter of personal defense, she thought to herself. She recalled Dan Clark standing behind the hedges with clippers in hand two weeks ago, and her eyes flooded with tears of rage. The man was really insignificant as far as his threats were concerned, but her brief encounter with him had been symbolic of the slow dissolution of her former sense of "respectability". Not only had her faith in herself crumbled, but her belief that the staid facade of the rest of her suburban world was a mirror of an inner peace and virtuousness was being rapidly swept away.

She rejoined Bob who was caught up in conversation about the merits of a young blonde newlywed in the building with Jake Roberts in the living room. She felt anxious now to break in on Kent and Shirley whose love-making was probably already well under way. Finally, Bob broke off his conversation and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, leading her to a long carpeted hallway off the living room that she assumed led to the Roberts' bedrooms. The encounter with the neighbor reran through her mind and gratefully diverted her attention somewhat from the immediate situation. Her heart leapt to her throat when they had passed all the doors except one that stood at the end of the corridor and Bob turned to her.

"This is it," he smiled weakly.

As if on second thought, he reached to a switch and plunged the hallway in sudden darkness. His hands groped to her shoulders and then quickly he pulled her to him. His lips flattened against hers and his tongue plunged deep in her mouth, darting through the warmly clasping walls as she sucked hungrily on it. He pulled away and began moving his hands over her breasts, kneading the soft firm flesh and pressing the tips against his chest.

"My God, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear.

"I want to fuck you, too, my loving brother-in-law," she panted, pressing her belly against the slight jerk of his rigidity where his loins rubbed into the softness of her stomach.

"Are you sure you want to go through with it… in there with my wife and your husband?" he whispered, his whole body seeming to tense toward the door.

"Very sure," Betty said in a determined voice.

He stepped backwards and opened the door softly so as not to disturb the room's inhabitants. Betty slipped quickly in behind him. There was little light since he had turned off the overhead in the hallway, but still she removed herself as quickly as she could from the entry and stepped back to the side, pressing her back against the wall. She stood alone, suddenly frozen in a second thought fear, and then once again the door softly clicked. God, it was dark, she thought. Even after her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, she could hardly see more than a foot ahead. They must have closed the blinds and the drapes, she decided, not even able to discern where the windows were located. And it was so quiet, almost totally silent. Perhaps they weren't even here! she thought angrily, overwhelmed suddenly with the irrational idea that they had sneaked out of the apartment and purposely tricked her.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

A voice so full of quivering ecstasy that she couldn't identify it as either Kent's or Shirley's wafted through the silence of the room. There was a rustling of sheets and a creaking sound as the unseen couple began to resume whatever they had been doing before the interruption. Betty realized for the first time that her husband and sister-in-law were actually there, and she thought she would faint, but she didn't. It was all true! She had gone through the last two incredible weeks as though she had believed her husband was unfaithful to her, but she really hadn't believed, not deep inside. A slight wet sucking sound mocked that naivete, and she believed it now. Apparently, they had stopped when the door opened, just to make sure there was no threat from the visitors.

"That's right. Lick up my thighs," a male voice choked. "Ohhhhhh, yessssss, my ass too! I'll kneel up further."

The voice was Kent's!

Bob moved closer and Betty gradually made out the outline of his form standing next to her in the darkness. He reached down the back of her skirt and pulled it up by the hem until his palm opened over her soft silken panties and cupped both orbs of firmly curving buttocks, squeezing the sides of the now slightly sweating crevice together with his clenching fingers. Oh God, she thought, Shirley must be running her tongue all over Kent's body, even the backside. Would Bob expect her to do the same thing to him? She just couldn't, she wouldn't, it was filthy! She found herself wishing she hadn't come and she considered running away for a minute. Somehow she'd just assumed they'd make love and Kent would see them… but this, she couldn't manage it, no, she couldn't do it!

But before she could move, Bob turned and faced her directly, trapping her between his tightly pressing chest and his hands clenching her from behind. His free hand reached behind her and slid the zipper of her dress down from her neck to her hips. She could feel his cock, already long and hard from the petting she had allowed all evening, pressing against her fearfully trembling belly as he lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly to the floor. He reached behind her again and unsnapped the brassiere, rubbing his fingers deftly over the tiny rounded nipples that had jumped into erection from the cool rush of air over them. Then she could hear him struggling rapidly from his clothing and she had to smile at his obvious impatience to get at her.

"I want to lick your tits and cunt all over," he whispered hoarsely in a meaningful voice.

One of his hands fell half on her waist, half on her full rounded buttocks, and pushed her forward assertively to the edge of the bed. She froze, afraid to sink down on the soft silky coverlet that pressed against her calves for fear that Kent or Shirley would be there, and he moved up close behind her and they stood there a long moment. Her naked body caught fire as she felt him begin massaging the soft white cheeks of her ass from behind and pulling her backwards harder against his hotly bulging groin. As he ground against her, his mouth locked wetly in her neck, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising stiffness of his cock pressing between her full upper thighs into her own warmly moistening genitals. Weird chills raced down her flesh, exciting her as she had never been before, when she considered the mental picture of herself standing by the bed with her own brother-in-law's long thick penis wedged in her softly quivering thighs and her errant husband being sucked by this man's wife only a few feet away from her. She would show Kent what adultery really meant, even if it required submitting herself to the most unspeakable of depravities. The sweet licorice taste of the Pernod and the hashish smoke wafted lazily through her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensation around her, the soft fingers of his hand tweaking painfully on her nipples and the hardness of his cock pressing hotly against her moistly pulsating vaginal slit, and an unexpected soft moan of submission escaped from her lips.

She had expected Kent to burst into a murderous rage of obscenities at the first sound of her voice, but none came. He was obviously too preoccupied to recognize anyone at this point, but she'd soon take care of that. She let Bob turn her naked form and guide her backwards onto the bed, sliding her body over towards the middle so that Bob could follow in after her and she could be as close to Kent and Shirley as possible. She had just made out their silhouettes when the mattress jumped again as Bob sank down on the bed at her side, but she hardly noticed, she was so overcome by the indecent erotic sensations when her shoulder pressed firmly against Kent's shoulder. Yes, her body had come to rest practically plastered against his splayed out form on the other side of the giant bed and she was going to let her brother-in-law fuck her silly while her own husband, his brother, lay obliviously beside her! There wasn't enough light to make out their features but she could see the outline of the obscene position he and Shirley had assumed: to her surprise Kent was actually face down on the mattress, his legs bent as he kneeled with his asscheeks high in the air and Shirley kneeling in behind him slavering her mouth and tongue wetly over his buttocks. Oh God, how could she! she recoiled in disgust.

"Oh God, you're driving me crazy, you hot little bitch," he grunted so intensely that his breath grazed her shoulder, and Betty's eyes bulged as she saw Shirley traveling a slow path down the hairy backs of his thighs with her wetly licking mouth, her hair swaying over the mattress. "Jesus, now lick back up to my ass."

"Do you want me to stick my finger up your ass?" Shirley spoke for the first time in a low teasing voice.

"Oh yes, Goddamn it, fuck me with your finger," Bob groaned and flopped over on his back, causing the mattress to sway beneath all of them. "Hurry! And I'll fuck you again at the same time!"

Betty's mouth gaped open in utter shock and disbelief as she watched Shirley's nakedly swaying outline adjust itself over her husband's heaving abdomen. She could make out Shirley's form moving now with a wet sluicing noise down over the long bulging outline of Kent's erect cock standing straight up from his stomach, then Shirley's hands wedged beneath his buttocks and there was a small yelp of pain from Kent and the springs of the overworked mattress protested. Her sister-in-law closed her widely ovalled mouth down over his hardened instrument all the way until all she could see was a small tiny bit of the base of his penis protruding wet and glistening from the tight moist lips around it. She wanted to scream and reach out and tear them apart but the tightness of Bob's hand on her breast and the lewdly tingling pleasure building strangely in her groin at the sight wouldn't permit it. Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Shirley began a slow grinding up and down movement with her buttocks rising in the air above Kent until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her mouth flesh. Then, with an "ooooooomph" each time she made the movement, she bobbed her head heavily back down, impaling her face completely with each long smooth stroke. Bob, on the other side of Betty, breathed deeply and harshly kneaded her breast while he peered at the weird copulation of their two spouses, unconsciously giving the taut hardness of her erect nipple a small vicious tug.

"Oh Shirley, your finger," Kent groaned suddenly above the wet sucking noises of intercourse. "I love it, love it!"

"I'll try two, Kent," Shirley whimpered as she inserted a second finger in the tiny resisting rectum, and then her voice broke off in a little squeal as though she were nearly out of her mind with the excitement of her entrance into his behind and the ever increasing violence with which he flicked his hips, driving his steadily hardening instrument into her mouth.

She didn't have time to consider the situation of her neighbors further. Bob pressed his soft lips down over hers and she immediately felt the hard rigid pressure of his tongue spear up into her mouth in his quest for a warmer wetter contact with her naked body. His hands began rummaging over her and he ran them between the soft firmness of her gently quivering thighs that swayed open quickly to admit him to the very core of her being. She could feel the warm center of her vagina convulsing almost immediately in passionate answer to his harshly kneading touch.

"Aaaaaah, aaaaaah," she sighed up into his lips and pushed her tongue up into his mouth, circling deep around inside.

He slithered on top of her warm soft body like a protective blanket. She could feel herself trembling helplessly out of control under him and drew her parting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her wet throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. The hardness of his long fully erect cock slid over her thighs between her splayed out legs and he held it there for a long tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside her but at the last second he stopped, as though he needed more to squeeze every perverse and sadistic pleasure possible out of the fact that her husband, his own brother, was so close to their nakedly locked bodies. Instead, his mouth slid down over her gently rocking belly, biting her smooth delicate skin with his teeth and sending ecstatic ripples of pleasure-pain all over her stomach. Betty looked down to see his face crouched on the same level with the thin red folds of flesh that covered her splayed open vagina. She saw his fingers spreading the soft hair-covered lips and she sucked in her breath with a gasp as the cool air hit her there. She could feel a slight moisture forming and glistening on the insides of her thighs, and she squirmed and a faint groan escaped from her open lips when he breathed hard and blew softly into her.

"Oooooooh, God," she groaned, suddenly forgetting her husband beside them.

All thoughts of everything but the moment quickly receded when her husband's brother lowered his head until he was just inches from her wetly throbbing pussy. She felt her warm inner thighs pulse and throb expectantly and her breath stopped short in her throat as a tiny drop of seminal fluid trickled from the round blunt head of his cock pressed against her leg, running in a small trickling path down her thigh. Then he leaned still closer and opened the swollen fleshy lips around her clitoris, flicking out his tongue suddenly and teasing it moistly against the hotly pulsing bud. She shook convulsively and her hands darted forward and tangled in his head, pulling his mouth to the moistly palpitating furrow up between her open thighs.

His fingers spread the steadily throbbing opening of her cunt wide apart and then suddenly he dropped his tongue from her clitoris and thrust it into the pink tingling opening of her pussy. She was completely lost in enrapturement, her legs splayed out to their farthest limits and every muscle in her thighs jerked in time with his maddening assault between her legs. He plunged his tongue again and again, thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke, only to withdraw it slightly and then rim the ragged pink edges on the outstroke, taunting and teasing her mercilessly.

"Oooooooh," a long low groan escaped from deep in her throat without thought. "It's good darling, it's good. Let me do it to you. I want to do it to you!"

"Oh God, yes. I'll put my cock in your mouth!"

Betty had completely forgotten the couple rocking back and forth next to them on the bed, and now their sudden stillness caught her attention. Her husband must have heard her voice, but apparently his passion-driven mind hadn't recognized it as her own, because the wet sucking sounds of intercourse picked up again and continued stronger than ever. Shirley and Kent, excited by the presence of the still unknown couple next to them were moaning and groaning into each other's mouths while Shirley continued to grind her hips hungrily up and down the warmly throbbing instrument standing straight up like a quivering pole from Kent's stomach. The rhythm of their movements caused Kent's shoulder to rub methodically against Betty's and when Shirley lowered her groin and sunk slightly forward, her long hair brushed occasionally over her arm.

But now Betty's attention returned to her brother-in-law as he turned his body around and kneeled over her face putting them in a "sixty-nine" position, his mouth still working in wet slavering movements over her moistly tingling pussy. For a moment she felt herself hold back in indecision as she had never done this to a man before and was unsure what his cock would feel like inside her mouth. The red blunt head of his long fleshy instrument pressed searchingly against her chin, and she opened her lips quickly, mewling slightly as his hotly stiffening member slithered over her teeth into the warm, wet moistness. The thick spongy organ seemed to fill the entire cavern of her mouth, and when he wormed it steadily deeper, rubbing the gently throbbing member down the full length of her tongue and imbedding it far down in her throat, she gasped for air to keep from choking and closed her eyes to blot out the sight of his sperm-bloated testicles swaying lewdly down against her nose. They danced as he began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the long thick cock in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, but leaving the hot swollen head a half-inch inside the warmly sucking cavern. She tightened her lips and swished her tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her widely stretched lips, his soft curling pubic hair grazing tantalizingly against her cheeks sending waves of masochistic pleasure through her.

"Oh God, Bob," she sputtered around the hard fleshy intrusion. "It tastes so good! I love the taste of your cock!"

"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he hissed from above, his voice coarse and thick from passion.

Her lips began to nibble at the slickly thrusting instrument and she convulsed the moistly clasping flesh of her inner cheeks inward, drawing them wetly and tightly over the sides of the rapidly growing cockhead as he pulled it out. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved forward and buried the rod deep again into her warmly welcoming throat. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of Bob's cock into the warm heated depths of her mouth. His breath became shorter, and she could feel his hips writhing and straining above her face as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death.

She murmured with pleasure as he moved his hands back to her thighs below his working tongue still sunk deep in her pussy. God, she thought, she had never thought such things as this were possible: he was flicking his tongue up and down her moistly glistening crevice while she continued to puff out her cheeks over the smoothly bulging length of his cock, and she was actually enjoying it! He pulled the soft, hair-fringed crevice of her crotch wider apart with his hands. Her body quivered as he dropped his hot tongue to her small tight-puckered anus, thrusting the tip hard against it until it entered just a hair.

"God. Oh, God. Bob! Yes, do that!" she mumbled around the fullness of his cock in her mouth.

He returned his mouth to her clitoris, continuing to lick and nibble at it while he pulled at the flesh around the puckered little red inlet, wetting it with the lust juices streaming from her cunt and finally probing his finger at her rectum like a tiny teasing baby penis.

"Uuuuuungh!" she grunted in pain when he worked the finger slowly into the soft spongy channel up to the first knuckle.

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass now, baby!" he panted, pulling his cock from her mouth and swinging his buttocks back onto the bed beside her, but leaving his fingers buried in her rectum.

"Yes, oh God, fuck me there," she breathed heavily, turning over on her stomach so that only his fingers still wedged in her ass connected them together. "Screw my ass! Screw my ass!"

Her husband's brother began planting soft kisses warmly along her spine, moving slowly down to where his fingers were still thrust into the tight rubbery ring of her nether passage. He paused at the smoothly curving arc of her ass cheeks, then probed again with his fingers to make sure his entry into her would not be too great a shock. Then he lifted himself over her. He pulled out his fingers slowly, feeling the soft rubbery flesh clinging tightly to them and then coursed his hands down her buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tight rear passage, stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that felt different from the touch of his fingers: it was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness.

"Oooooooh God!" she moaned, her body tingling all over in a mixture of fear and lewd expectancy. His cock lay for a moment pressing gently at the tight, elastically flexing lips of her anus as though teasing her with the idea of the exotic fleshy intrusion. Then, she felt something give back there between her widespread buttock cheeks as he thrust harder, and she jerked back, momentarily startled at the slight pain. He pushed again and the blunt invasion of his cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, popping up inside the tight, vainly resisting circle and pushing the softly yielding flesh inside of her widely stretching anal passage in great waves of pain before it. "Oooooh God!" she moaned and flailed her head from side to side in wild masochistically rising ecstasy as she felt his huge, lustfully pulsating cock filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were impaled on a skewering human sword.

***

The presence of the lewdly groaning couple beside them had excited Kent more than he had thought possible and as Shirley moved the warmly sucking walls of her pussy over his erect cock he strained to see them. He hadn't been able to make out exactly what they were saying, but for awhile the woman sounded as though she were struggling on the bed beside him and Shirley. Damn, he thought, whoever the hell they were, they sure were going at it good! The smoothness of naked skin rustled against the bed cover punctuated by low, excited gasps, but it was too dark and he closed his eyes again. It was probably some Goddamn couple who had no place to go but on their bed, he thought; but, Christ, what were they trying to do? Provoke he and Shirley? Were they too drunk or involved with each other to notice that the bed was already occupied?

He leaned back and let Shirley continue fucking from on top of him. God, he never thought it could feel this way, with her large softly bobbing tits brushing tantalizingly against his chest and her hand fondling and cupping the velvety sac of his balls… that hot little pussy wrapped so tightly and wetly around his cock felt too good to be real…! Yet, he couldn't help but feel a lingering touch of lewd curiosity about what the couple were doing beside them. His fantasy was interrupted by a series of low soulful moans. It sounded like a woman in pain, and he felt Shirley slow her movements on top of him as though she had heard it, too. Then the girl rose up over him again and swished her smooth white buttocks around against his loins with a soft smack that brushed their warmed curved nakedness down against his balls.

"Oooooh," he heard a heavy throated female whisper, barely audible even in the almost total silence of the darkness.

"Do you like it when I put it into you like this?" an almost familiar voice said in a soft murmur.

"Oh God… Bob… it feels so different… but so good, so goooooood."

Kent's hands froze around Shirley's smoothly gyrating buttocks as he heard the familiar pleading voice of his own wife beg Bob, his own brother, to fuck her on the bed beside him. He couldn't believe his own ears… he had thought that Bob was out of town… that Betty was safely at home… He firmly but gently pulled Shirley down from on top of him, but he didn't need to. She too had tensed above him in startled recognition of the two voices, then moved to his side. It took a moment for him to reassemble his thoughts. Bob and Betty must have known of Shirley's plans and had decided to confront them in this way to get revenge. They had probably been watching him and Shirley throughout the party and had followed them into the bedroom… what better way to get even with an adulterous wife and husband! There was the distinct possibility that Bob and Betty did not know that the other couple lying next to them were their spouses, but that coincidence was too mad, too much a strike of fate and had to be discounted. Shirley giggled softly next to him now… damn, she had a crazy way of reacting to things, he thought, and the rustling bodies to his right continued their softly persistent rocking. Oh, God, he hoped she wasn't sucking him, but he didn't dare raise his head to find out. Anyway, his wife must know he was here… and if his thought that she had come into the room to purposely confront he and Shirley was correct he was lost!

He wished he could see them. Was she straddled on the top of him as Shirley had been before, or was she sucking his cock with her clean warmly clasping mouth or letting him run his tongue teasingly between her legs? His tortured mind drew a thousand lewd pictures of his wife in every conceivable position… had she taken off all her clothes and gotten completely naked… or had Bob merely pulled up her dress and pulled her panties down to plunder her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and his mouth? Shirley pulled closer to him and whispered into his ear, but his confused mind made no sense from what his sister-in-law had said. He only gathered that she was taking an obscene delight in the fact that the four of them were together on the bed. The idea of being unable to protest against his brother's and his wife's continual lewd crooning and rocking beside him sent a shudder of deep penetrating frustration down his spine. It struck him that he was not only involved in an obscene adultery but that it was happening between blood-relatives… his brother, the closest of kin, incestuously plundering his own wife! While he had been ramming his cock into his own sister-in-law's cunt…

"Oh God, Bob, that's nice! Stick your cock up my ass and fuck my cunt with your fingers like that," Betty groaned next to him.

Christ, he was doing it, Bob was screwing his wife up the ass! Kent's mind raged, his consciousness churning with the lewd thought of his own younger brother ramming his lust-swollen cock into his wife's tightly clasping rectal passage, and again he sensed Shirley shift her weight, slowly undulating her thighs against his tensed hips. No! It was impossible, but he was getting excited by the idea of the four of them here on the bed together!! Without realizing it, he had forgotten that it was his own wife, he had forgotten that it was his own brother who was bringing cries of pain and pleasure from her lust-contorted lips. It was just a wild, passion driven woman writhing and twisting in the throes of the act of a coupling that was as old as the biblical story of Sodom itself! Then the image of Betty returned again to his mind: he had never done anything like that to her as she had been too prudish to even suck him with her mouth or let him lick her between the legs. But there was a twist to this that struck a chord of perversity in his being that could never have been touched by anything else: the prehistoric prohibition against copulation between family members. The equally forbidden plundering of his wife's rectum by someone who was virtually her brother sent a tingle of salacious desire through his groin. He felt his warmly throbbing cock ache and press against his sister-in-law's naked side grazing next to him, small droplets of cum beginning to ooze from the tip and wetting his brother's wife's warm smooth skin. It jerked when he heard Betty's cries and pleading for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her, and he suppressed a deep groan within himself when he realized that he wanted to be fucking his wife's cunt while his brother rammed his prick into her tight virginal asshole.

"Oh Christ, Bob," Betty mewled only a few inches away from him. "God, your cock feels gooooooood!"

There was silence for a moment, broken only by the heavy breathing coming from the side of the bed. Then there was a rustle of the bedspread and the soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it. The wetly skewering sounds continued with the heavy coarse male breathing becoming more and more excited by the minute. Bob was whispering things that Kent could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd and forbidden. Kent suddenly heard his brother gasp as though he were in pain, his voice breaking through the darkness like a knife, loud and clear so that Kent could not mistake their cruel sadistic meaning.

"Goddamn it, your asshole… let me fuck it haaaaaaarder."

He couldn't stand it! An obscene lustful feeling gnawed at his groin and hardened his already blood-gorged member into a boiling rod of hotly pulsating flesh that was compelled to fuck into his wife against every attempt of his will at resistance. He jerked his head up, sensing his sister-in-law rise with him to his right. He could see nothing but his imagination ran rampant; the low dim form of Betty's buttocks raising off the bed and the hunched figure of his brother plunging into her tightly puckering behind, emerged clearly in his mind. She was not fighting it, and low softly muffled mewls of building pleasure drifted across the bed from her sputtering mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh," her voice chanted rhythmically, a continuous low whine broken only by the obscene slap of Bob's heavy, sperm-filled balls on the naked flesh of her hungrily flexing buttocks.

Kent sat up. Forgotten was the fact that what he was about to do went against every last bit of moral fiber he possessed. All he knew was that he had never dreamed of such depravity – and his sweet puritanical wife was at the very core of it. Her wild pleading mewls of passion were more than he could tolerate and he had to join this mad pillaging of her hotly writhing body and punish her himself! He slid over on the bed, suddenly coming into warm contact with the smooth flesh of her hip. He felt her body shudder slightly, then she turned toward him, still impaled in her rear channel by Bob's pummeling rod of flesh. He touched her tentatively just once, then dug his hands cruelly beneath the front of her waist buried in the coverlet, but she needed no urging. She angled up and faced him on her side, her swaying breasts brushing softly against his chest. "Oh Kent," she murmured as though waking from a deep dreamy sleep. "It's you… yes, fuck me in front while your brother fucks me from behind… put your cock in my pussy… I've always wanted it like this."

He pulled his wife's face to his lips, his hand wrapped in her long cascading honey blonde hair. Her warm wet lips opened, her fiery tongue spilling wetly into his mouth, while her hands shot down to his loins and clasped his long painfully throbbing cock in a lusty vice-like grip. There was no need to jerk him into further hardness, but her hand played around the hard rubbery head of his cock for a few seconds, then began guiding it toward her desperately seething cuntal lips.

"Oh, yes, I want you in me at the same time," she breathed, working the hard blunt head of his heavily throbbing organ around the warm wet opening and flicking it with her fingers against her inflamed clitoris.

Good Christ, she felt hot and flooded up between her thighs, he realized as his cock made searing wet contact with his wife's groin. Again, the thought of spurting his lewd sperm into her hungrily receiving young belly while his own brother fucked into her from behind overcame all the reservations he had had about joining the couple like this. He gasped when her warmly teasing fingers slithered up the distended shaft and squeezed gently at the sensitive area just below the throbbing head. She rubbed it tantalizingly up and down for a moment, parting the softness of her blondly curling pubic hair with the tip, then coaxed him slowly forward. He let his hips move to the gentle tug until with a sudden groan that began in his stiffened calves the warm moist flesh of her vagina popped teasingly over the head like a tight fitting glove. He could feel the softness of the curly, soft lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly around it where it entered her.

The softly tingling fingers of lewd sensation that caressed at his loins and burst up through his muscled belly were too much to bear… he could hold back no longer! He thrust forward, his cock flooding into his impaled wife like a tidal wave, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his balls smacked hard against his brother's pressed tightly between her thighs. His hands reached convulsively out to her narrow hourglass waist, coursing down to where it flared into broad well-formed hips, and held her tight so that she could not move.

Suddenly the bedside lamp flicked on. Kent glimpsed Shirley leaning down from the light switch and kneeling only a few inches from Betty's head. One of the girl's hands drifted down to her parted thighs, and she stretched her leg out so that it lay across Betty's head and fell gently over Kent's upper back. Then she pushed her fingers against the silky black hairs of her cunt and began working them in short quick ovals over the moistly glistening vaginal lips. Her other hand massaged her own breasts in wild circular motions as she fingered herself vicariously in time to the cruel buffeting of Betty's body between Kent and her husband.

"Oooooooo, it looks so nice, two brothers fucking you at the same time like that," Shirley moaned, looking down at the young woman's crazily flailing head.

"Yes, oh yes, my husband and your husband feel so good fucking me together," Betty answered in a low moan, her eyes burning up at Shirley's slightly parted cunt with her moistened fingers swirling lewdly around inside.

Kent continued his wild lust-incited thrusts into Betty's hot clasping cunt, sensing Bob increase his strokes into her rear passage. Slowly the rhythm of the two brothers began to coincide. They skewered into her in slapping unison, stabbing through her ravished loins as though she were a sacrificial lamb being impaled at every end. Obscene incoherent oaths spilled uncontrollably from her contorted mouth and she lifted her head toward Shirley's finger-filled pussy a few inches away from her, urging the girl to join them in their incestuous embrace.

Shirley let out a deep earthy groan. She slid her hand from between her legs and let it fall over one of Betty's softly dancing breasts that pressed against Kent's heaving chest. Betty gritted her teeth as though to suppress the excess of lust ready to explode from inside of her at any moment.

"Yes, oh… this is… just… perfect. Squeeze my tit like that Shirley… fuck me… Kent, Bob… fuck me haaaaarder."

The lewd picture was reflected like a pornographic portrait in the mirror beside the bed. The image of the two men was blurred in Betty's mind into one giant tormenting shaft and the sensuous female figure fondling her warmly tingling breasts seemed to become an extended vision of herself. God, she never knew that she could be driven to such depths of human debauchery! Both Kent and Bob were driving through her with longer and stronger strokes now, their hotly plunging instruments buffeting simultaneously against the thin membrane that separated her moist cunt-walls from her flaming anal passage. Suddenly, she sensed Shirley's leg pressurize against her head, then felt the girl pull herself down until her warm hair-lined furrow lay flat on the bed between Kent and Betty's faces. Kent moved his head to the side, splurging out his tongue and licking the moistly dilating lips of Shirley's cunt only an inch or so away from Betty's ecstatically gaping eyes. The moistly glistening sheath was laid out in tempting ravishment for Betty's lips, and she shifted her head over her sister-in-law's thigh so that it lay like a pillow beneath her neck. She dropped her head and kissed Kent on the lips, then turned and nudged her face into the thin vertical mouth of Shirley's gently parting cuntal cleft. She licked upwards, parting the glistening pink flanges and her tongue lashed out at the exposed erect clitoris, bringing forth a savage mewling groan from Shirley who hunkered down and twisted her buttocks around like a depraved animal above.

Suddenly Bob, fucking into her from behind, increased the momentum of his strokes. He plunged like a pile-driver into the rubbery tightness of Betty's anal cavity, watching as husband and wife licked and kissed at his wife's smoothly gyrating cunt, and the vision spurred him into a mad fury of quick grinding thrusts into his sister-in-law's tightly sucking rectum. He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between tightly clenched teeth. This was too much for him! It was beyond what a normal man could take! He felt his hot cum juice building in his balls and stiffening his cock to the near bursting point, but he held off, waiting for the last possible moment when he could spew out his semen as the four of them reached orgasm together.

"Oh, lick me, suck me, you two," Shirley chanted feverishly from above Kent and Betty. "Yes… this is what I-I want… we're like a family… we're, oh God, fucking together!"

And then it came!

Bob, unable to contain himself any longer, groaned and coughed like a rutting animal and locked his arms around Betty's insanely writhing belly, his hands squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back and he could not close them. His breath came in short stuttered explosive blasts that crackled obscenely through the room. He stared up at Shirley's pleasure contorted face, then his gaze drifted to Kent and Betty's lips sucking at his wife's lewdly parted cunt. He lurched. He tore at Betty's ass cheeks, stretching the twin moons wide apart and watching his long white cock disappear through the warmly cupping spheres of her buttocks.

"Jesus, Jesus," he sputtered. "Christ!"

Betty could sense Bob's climax building. She wormed her buttocks in a gentle but firmly nudging motion until she felt the entire length of his hotly pulsating member lodged to the hilt in her anus with only a small bit from the base protruding from the tight elastic hole. Then she thrust her buttocks more strongly back against his loins, and he shoved forward with a mighty jolt that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave deep up into the depths of her hungrily sucking rectum.

Kent, on the other side of her gyrating body, trembled with revulsion as he felt the first waves of the hot white liquid creaming out of the depths of her behind. God, his brother must be a reservoir of sperm! he thought with wild masochistic glee and ceased his movements momentarily. It flooded down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and trickled onto his loins, and for the moment he was ready to shove their two heaving bodies away from him out of the bed until he remembered with a gulf of sickening guilt that it was he who had started it all. At the same time, Betty screamed her own release that gushed now from her cunt, drenching his cock pressed tightly against the spewing opening. It mixed with Bob's in a single stream of thick viscous fluid, wetting his thighs and attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural coupling.

"Oh, harder Kent, fuck my pussy harder, don't stop, harder," Betty squealed, feeling her body beginning to convulse. She clawed at his hips with her fingernails, until he rammed against her with the full force of his weight, springing back and shoving his groin against her again and again like a snapping rubber band. Never had she known there was so much pleasure from sex, from anything on earth, never had she realized all she had been denying herself… strange forbidden sensations that she would never ever forfeit again. She bent forward, not wanting to miss a stroke of the powerful fucking cock in her cunt, no longer remembering it was Kent her own husband or even caring who it belonged to. It was long thick cock and that's all that counted, her mind blazed obscenely. Nothing mattered but the pleasure enveloping the whole of her being, heaving through her body and bucking her about like a ship in violent seas. "Yessssss! Yesss… I'm cummmmmming!" she yelled through clenched teeth and thrust her face forward into Shirley's steaming throbbing cunt lips.

Shirley lurched forward uncontrollably at the forceful contact, automatically reaching down to lock her hands behind Betty's head and press her face hard into her loins, swirling her belly over the tongue rotating maddeningly inside her and moaning and crooning out her own orgasm.

Kent rocked back and forth mechanically into his wife, his cock sluicing through her still convulsing vagina and his mouth buried in Shirley's warmly trembling thighs that were wet and musky smelling with her cum juice. It spite of the excitement of the moment, unpleasant thoughts raced through his mind; revulsion and fear chilled his blood at the thought of their multiple incestuous coupling. He felt dazed, it just couldn't be true, although all the while the lascivious tingling in his loins grew and pushed him closer to his orgasm. He closed his eyes to lock out the sight of their three exhausted bodies that still quivered in the last sensuous throes of subsiding orgasm and felt his hotly pumping balls erupt wildly. His mouth opened wide with a loud unrestrained "aaaaaarrrrgh!" as he felt his lewdly pumping sperm fill her clasping and unclasping vagina with a great rush. Then he closed his mind to everything but the insane race of pleasure that jerked the sperm from his churning balls down his cock like rain water rushing through a conduit in hot spasmodic spurts that seemed to be without end.

He slid to the mattress. The room was quiet except for an occasional low gasp or the rustling of bedcovers. Moments later he blinked open his eyes to find the scene still as strange and unreal as it had seemed in the emotion-torn seconds before his orgasm. His brother's body bent heaving over his wife's back, his hands cupping at each breast, and Betty was smiling at him thinly, a strange mask that wasn't a smile at all but a smirking expression of unveiled victory and conquest.

Later, Shirley directed them in weird and perverse combinations which he had never even thought possible. They coupled and groped at one another like lewd figures from an elaborate pornographic painting. Others, hearing their wild screams, stumbled down the hallway to join the group. Kent saw Jake Roberts enter the room and quickly disrobe, followed quickly afterward by Dan Clark, the Howards' next door neighbor. Clark went directly to Kent's wife and crawling between her widely welcoming legs, began fucking into her immediately, while Kent watched on for a moment, still unbelieving, not yet completely comprehending the debauched sight spread out before him. Then, as though reconciling himself to his own total dissipation, he plunged back into the wild tangled mass of thighs, breasts and cunts just to forget, not sure if it was an orgy or a nightmare.