Chapter 6

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!