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CHAPTER FIVE

Gretchen walked into the lobby of the Conner's Building and studied the logo on the wall, making sure Roger's office was still on the twelfth floor. It was and she stepped into the elevator as the doors hissed open.

Silently, Gretchen watched the numbers flash on the board until they reached her floor. She stepped out into the quiet corridor and turned left, walking almost to the end of the hall. Roger's name was on the door.

"Here goes," she whispered aloud, pushing the door. Last night with Tim had given her confidence. It was going to be an interesting afternoon. She couldn't stop the smile that spread over her face.

"Can I help you?"

Gretchen came out of her thoughts. The voice had come from a sexy redhead with green eyes flecked with gold.

"I'm Gretchen Steward. Roger's expecting me."

She saw the lines harden around the redhead's mouth and saw her interest become more than casual. It was then that Gretchen realized who the redhead was – the voice on the phone last night in Roger's room. She grinned, listened as the pretty girl talked, then hung up.

"You can go in now," the redhead said.

"I'll give him back when I'm through," Gretchen whispered, then stepped away, walking in the direction of Roger's private office. She walked with a swing, feeling the green eyes burn hatefully into her back.

"Hi, Gretchen," Roger said, coming from behind his desk. "C'mon in and have a seat." He took her arm and guided her to the plush red leather couch.

"I think your secretary hates me," she said, crossing her leg, her skirt slipping deliciously up her thigh.

Roger's eyes gravitated to her legs. He stared for a moment, then cleared his mind. "Rachael is a very jealous young lady." He turned and walked across his large office to the bar. "Still like your Scotch neat?"

"As always." She watched him pour the amber liquid into two glasses. In a way Roger and Ray were a lot alike. Both had thick brown hair, were tall, handsome men with dark eyes. The main difference was that Ray was quiet, while Roger was a pussy sniffer. It was one of the things she had been grateful for. Ray had been, up until now, contented.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your company?" He handed her a drink and perched on the edge of his desk.

She parried his question with one of her own. "Is your secretary the one I talked with last night?"

Roger gave her a boyish grin, much like Ray's. "The same." His eyes fell again to the curve and bare flesh of Gretchen's leg.

"I hope I didn't cause too much of a problem."

"If you mean, did she refuse, the answer is no. Rachael is jealous, but she's not stupid."

"I thought after your last problem with a secretary you'd give up making it with the hired help." She stared at him boldly and sipped her drink. Her blue eyes danced.

"I'm too horny. I like it close, so when there's a lull I can push the button on the intercom and…" He let the sentence hang.

"She might not be available after today." She finished her drink and reached, over, setting her empty glass on the table. The movement raised her skirt higher.

"Why?" he asked, his eyes bulging, his sister-in-law was dynamite, but off limits. He cursed himself under his breath.

"Because I told her I'd give you back when I'm through." She paused. "I think Rachael believes we're in here fucking." Her blue eyes danced even more.

He was surprised. Gretchen was acting out of character. "Christ, I hope you're wrong. She's a helluva lot of fun in bed."

"I'm sure you have them lined up waiting."

He grinned. "Rachael isn't your average piece of ass."

"Neither am I," she said, challenging him with her eyes. She winked.

"I'll bet you're not." He wondered what bet game was.

"You ever talk to Ray about me? Does he tell you what we do in bed?"

Roger shook his head. "We never discussed it." He was beginning to react. His groin ached and the lines around his mouth tightened. He stared at her legs.

"It's a shame. Ray thinks I'm fantastic."

"I can see why." He followed her legs, settled his eyes on her face. She was indeed fantastic.

She stood, stretched, her tits jutting out. Slowly, she lowered her arms. Two steps brought her close to him, his knee touching her skirt. "Have you ever thought about finding out?" It was a husky whisper, coated with promise.

"Ml the time." His voice was strained as he stared directly into her tits. He swallowed the lump in his throat, the scent of her perfume reaching him.

"Then why don't you?" She straddled his leg, her skirt inching up as she closed her thighs tightly against his knee. "I've always been curious about you."

Roger gave her a quizzical look. "If you don't mind," he said, his voice raspy, "you're acting kind of strange. You and Ray have a fight?" It wasn't that he didn't want to fuck his sister-in-law – hell he dreamed about it!

Gretchen didn't move. "Sort of," she purred, stroking her nail down his smoothly shaved ace.

"Tell me about it." He didn't want to be the cause of them splitting up or anything.

Gretchen moved back a step. "I'm surprised, Roger. I thought you'd jump at the chance if I gave it to you."

"I still might, after I know what's going through your pretty head."

"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "Let's just say Ray found my sister very comforting during my absence."

Roger's face lit up in surprise. "Patsy?"

"I don't have another sister." She sat down again, her skirt flowing up her thigh brazenly.

Roger watched the hem rise. "Christ, she's only eighteen, isn't she?"

"Married six months too," she added. "I guess one husband isn't enough."

Roger shook his head, an image of the sexy Patsy flashing through his mind. "Damn, I didn't know Ray had it in him."

"I guess you'd like to take a shot at her to huh?"

"I've thought about it," Roger said.

"Hell, I thought she was just a damn innocent kid."

"So did I," Gretchen said hatefully.

Roger leaned forward, then back away from her alluring perfume. "So you decided if Ray can fuck your sister, you can fuck me." His grin turned into a broad smile.

"You hit the nail on the head."

He thought about the possibilities. "Sort of poetic justice."

Gretchen giggled. "You might call it that."

"Listen, Gretchen. You're a fantastic looking woman. I've had dreams about you, but shit, I'm not interested in a revenge fuck."

Gretchen gave him a pout, her blue eyes smoldering with a growing desire, fed by her revenge. "You don't actually think I'm going to leave here without getting what I came for, do you?"

Roger walked away. He refilled his glass. "Why don't you go home and talk it over with Ray?"

"I will, after I've had some fun on my own." It was turning out better than she had thought. A little resistance was going to be [missing text].

"If you're worried about taking your brother's innocent wife, put it out of your mind."

He looked over at her, fighting the temptation she was dangling in front of him.

"I've already been to bed with two other men," she admitted, a devilish smile tugging at her mouth. "You should have seen me. I've changed."

Roger was swept up in a mixture of shock and curiosity. "You're bullshittin'."

"I don't bullshit." She giggled. "The first man got me off while we were sitting in a cocktail lounge."

"You're crazy." He came to his desk and leaned against it. He didn't believe her.

"Yeah. Crazy for revenge and a lot of fun." She gaped openly at his crotch. "You ever finger-fuck a girl in a bar?"

He grinned sheepishly.

"I can see you have."

"Why not pick on someone else?" He was still fighting his impulse not to take advantage of her. But she looked so delicious and sexy. His mind conjured up what she had told him. It made his groin ache.

"I have other plans too," she said, "but first I want to find out why you have woman lined up at your bedroom door. You must be special. It can't be because you're shy." She giggled, then traced a pattern with her nail up the smooth, silky skin of her thigh.

Roger gulped. She was dynamite!

"I'm not leaving until I find out." She was determined and confident.

Roger saw the look, felt uneasy.

"Wouldn't you just once like to lean me over the desk and fuck me?" Her breathing was coming faster. "Ray tells me my pussy is fabulous. The other two men I fucked didn't have any complacence." She spotted the bulge in his pants and knew it wasn't going to be difficult.

"You're crazy." There was nothing else he could think of to say. "Crazy."

"I agree. Now do we fuck? Or do I rape you?"

"Listen, Gretchen." He was still set on not fucking her, yet something inside him kept him from sending her home.

"I'm listening." Her eyes fucked with delight.

"Pick somebody else."

She shook her head. "I want you, Roger." She stood, came to him, straddled his leg and squeezed. "I want your cock in me." She touched his crotch and felt the hardness of his prick. "Mmmmm, you might not want me, but your cock sure does." She rubbed the palm of her hand on his bulge.

"Jesus," he groaned. She was getting to him, eating away at his defenses.

"He can't help you," she whispered, bringing her hands to his face. She caressed his cheeks. "Why not surrender and enjoy yourself?"

He pulled her into his arms and plastered his mouth to hers. Her lips parted invitingly, eagerly accepting his invading tongue.

"Mmmmnm," she sighed as she chewed hungrily on his tongue and rubbed her body into his. She swirled her tongue around his and pushed back, exploring his mouth. Her hands caressed the back of his neck and the aroma of his aftershave intoxicated her.

Roger broke the kiss and held her at arms length. "Christ, Gretchen!"

She smiled wickedly. "I never knew you could be so shy. You always enjoyed looking at me. Well, now you can touch too. I know you want [missing text]."

He was finding it very hard to resist.

"You relax. I don't mind taking the lead." Her fingers slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. With Roger's face flushed, his eyes glazed, she slipped it off and handed it to him.

Her large ripe tits were totally displayed for his pleasure.

Roger groaned, his eyes feasting on the plump meat of his sister-in-law's beautiful tits.

She was excited to be displaying herself. The juices in her pussy began to seep. "I've seen you staring at them, Roger. Would you like to suck them?"

She came to him, hefting her tits in her hands, offering them to him. "Suck my tits, Roger." It was a low sexy voice that held the promise of a fantastic afternoon. "Get them all wet with your spit."

Roger couldn't refuse. He replaced her hands with his own and brought his mouth down to one large, round succulent nipple and devoured it.

"Oooo, Roger," she hummed as his mouth worked feverishly on the pulpy meat of her tits. "Ooo, your mouth is so divine."

Roger sucked hard, whipped his tongue over the bullet-shaped tip and kneaded the bulk of her tittie flesh with his hands. Loud slurping noises blended with her whimpering sighs of pleasure.

"You're making me cream." She curled her fingers through his hair and pressed his mouth tight against the meat of her tits. "OOO, chew them. Bite them!"

Roger devoured her tits. He labored on one pliant globe, chewing, biting, soaking it with spit. Moving from her nipple, he attacked the creamy white flesh, turning it bright pink.

Finished with one tit, he ravaged the other, this time with more fervor. Pulling back his head, he cupped each tit-mound and glared at them lustily.

"Ooo, don't stop. Urn creaming all over." She wiggled her hips, the action making her tits jiggle in his hands.

Roger squeezed, then buried his face between the erotic tit-globes, chewing and sucking his way out and over each plump tit again. Panting, he took his mouth and hands away. His face was flushed, wet, tight with passion. His eyes glowed. He wanted his sister-in-law.

Gretchen gasped and stared at her tits. "Oh, Roger, look." She lifted them. "They're all wet and red."

Roger was mute. A small part of him was still struggling to end it before it went all the way.

Gretchen saw the turmoil in his eyes and liked it. She pressed on. "Let me take off my skirt. You've undressed me with your eyes often enough, now you can see the real thing." Roger didn't believe it was happening.

Gretchen, his brother's wife, was stripping in his office. He had to believe it when her skirt fell to the floor.

"Well? Do I look as good as you thought?" She rested her hand on her hip and jutted it out, striking a hot, sexy pose.

"Better," he mumbled. His eyes traveled slowly up her long legs, savoring each inch. He feasted on her full hips, blonde pussy hair, trim waist, then settled for another delicious look at her tits.

"I'm happy about that." She was thrilled with the pleasure she saw in his eyes. "Would you like me to turn around?"

He nodded, hoping the few seconds would give him time to think of a way out of this. He also knew he didn't want to find a way out. He was caught and knew it.

"You'll notice, I didn't wear panties," she said as she turned. "I left them in the lounge, a souvenir for the bartender."

Roger groaned, his eyes following the fluid movement of his sister-in-law as she paraded naked to the far side of his office. His prick felt as if it were going to break in half. He squirmed on the edge of the desk.

Gretchen stopped, stared at a painting on the wall. "You like my ass, Roger?"

He grunted.

Gretchen giggled, enjoying his torment, then turned around. "The guy in the bar took me to his apartment and we fucked on his balcony. It's a shame you don't have one."

She strutted back, tits bouncing, her face masked with desire. "Now that you've seen me, I think it's about time I got to know and see what all the women are crazy about."

"Gretchen," he moaned, but he was unable to complete his protest as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hand was on his crotch. That did it.

Quickly she worked his zipper down and fished anxiously inside his pants. She dragged out his cock and gasped. "Roger! It's a fuckin' giant!"

Roger let out a groan as her fingers fondled and squeezed his hard prick. He stared down, dazed, unable to stop her.

"No wonder all the girls want you." She was mesmerized by his cock. "It's magnificent!" She traced the blood-engorged veins in his thick meaty shaft with her finger. "God! What a prick!"

"Jesus Christ, Gretchen!" His stomach churned as her fingers slowly drove him crazy. She wrapped both hands around his thick cock and worked the skin up and down. She pursed her lips and blew hot, exciting breath on his sensitive cockhead. She gazed up, blue eyes clouded with lust.

"Can I suck you?" Her mouth curled.

"Do I have a choice?" he mumbled. His prick throbbed violently in her hands.

She shook her head impishly. "No."

"I figured that."

"I'm happy you've decided to enjoy yourself." She dropped her eyes back to leer at his prick. "You got enough here for two of us." A giggle slipped out. "Maybe we should invite Rachael in to join us."

Roger grunted. "Forget it."

"It was just a suggestion." She flashed her tongue out, swiping it over the head of his cock.

Roger moaned and his cock twitched wildly. "Suck it."

"I'm going to chew it, like you did to my tits."

She was as good as her word. She latched her teeth into the thickness of his prickshaft and nibbled greedily, from his zipper up to his bell-shaped cockhead.

Roger jerked forward, then settled back against the desk. His head reeled under the barrage of exquisite sensations her active mouth was producing.

Gretchen threw herself completely into the act of eating his cock. She used her teeth, alternating between gentle nips and hungry bites. His groaning pleasure echoed in her head. Up one side, then down the other, her teeth devastated his cock.

Tired of just chewing, she changed tactics. Swirling her tongue through his piss-slot, she forced it open as Roger grunted in protest. She held her lips to his tip and sucked, her tongue never stopping its bombardment of wet wild slaps.

"You can't fuck it with your tongue," he growled as she tried splitting his pisser. "Christ!"

She hummed and sucked, taking his entire prickhead into her mouth. Her hard, delicious sucks made Roger moan and she shivered in joy as she inched his cockhead into the tightness of her throat.

"Gretchen," he rumbled, jabbing her face. "You're going to suck it out of my balls." He reached down, curled his fingers in her hair and slammed, skewering her throat with his cock.

Gretchen gagged, her nostrils flaring. Choking, she sank her teeth into the monstrous thickness of his prick. It yielded to her teeth.

"Ooowww!" He released her.

Gasping for air, she pulled away from his prick. "Jesus, Roger! You trying to kill me?"

"Sorry, baby," he groaned. "I thought you were going to suck my balls up through my cock."

"I still might," she whispered. "Now be still and let me enjoy myself. If you scream like that again your secretary might come in."

"You're crazy."

"I know it." She went back to his prick, sucking the head into her mouth.

Roger relaxed against the desk, fighting the urge to pierce her throat again. "Ahhh, easy, baby."

Gretchen, on her own, eased his giant prick into her throat, gulping and slobbering each delicious inch until her lips touched his zipper. With his prick buried, she marveled at the tremendous throbbing in her throat. It felt as if his cock went clear down in her belly.

Torturously, she dragged her teeth along his prickshaft, catching them on the ridge of his cockhead. Then she stopped, breathed hard through her nose, and repeated it until she felt comfortable with his massive cock in her gullet. Satisfied she could handle his prick, she slipped her mouth off with a pop and kissed the piss-slot.

"I got your pants all wet." She pulled herself to her feet. "Am I as good as Rachael?"

"You're fantastic," he groaned, pulling her naked body into his arms.

"Then fuck me. Shove your cock up me." She rubbed her belly into his spit-soaked cock then scrambled out of his arms. "You think we should call Rachael in to take notes?"

"I don't think she'd enjoy taking notes." Gretchen pulled him by the hand. "I want to be fucked on your desk. You mind?"

"Anyway at all," he said, anxious now to feed his cock to his revenged crazed sister-in-law. "Anyway you want it."

"Good." She moved away the papers that cluttered the top of his desk. "How 'bout like this?" She sprawled over his desk, mashing her tits into the hard, gleaming surface.

Roger gazed in hungry awe at her round, firm ass and long, long legs. "You look terrific."

She wriggled her ass. "Don't take too long. I'm flowing like a river."

Roger dropped his pants and positioned himself behind her. His long steel-beamed prick swayed. "You'll wait, baby."

"I know," she crooned, wiggling her ass again. "I need your cock too much not to."

Fully committed to fucking her, he dragged the head of his cock through the wet, steamy gash of her cunt. The heat was tremendous. "You're like an oven."

"I'm going to explode, Roger. Don't tease. I need it so damn bad!"

"You're in my office," he said. "We'll do it my way."

She giggled. "Maybe Rachael can help you put it in me. It might be fun."

The idea was exciting to. Roger, but out of the question. "Shut up." He whacked her ass with the palm of his hand. The crack made the flesh jiggle and when he pulled his hand away, there was a red imprint in her white ass cheek.

"Ewwww, I like it! I like it!" She squirmed, wanting him to do it again.

Roger warmed to the idea of giving her ass a nice beating before he fucked her. He brought his hand down hard on the other ass cheek and the sound filled the office.

"Yessss," she squealed, excited about being spanked. "Give me your cock. Do both." She rubbed her tits into the top of the desk. "C'mon!"

Willingly, Roger obliged her. He grabbed the thick base of his huge prick and eased forward. The head of his cock parted the puffy wet lips of her cunt and disappeared into the bubbling vat of pussy cream. He groaned as her cunt tried to swallow him up. He held firm, fighting the impulse to plunge. Her cunt muscles were making it very difficult.

"Oh, Roger. I need more than that!" She moved back, trying to capture more of his huge prick.

Roger moved with her, denying her his meaty prick. "When I'm ready."

"I'm ready now," she mewed. "I'm boiling inside."

"I know." He shuddered.

"Then fuck me!"

He ground his teeth together, fighting his lust. "First this." He whacked her ass again, repeating it over and over again until both creamy halves were pink and hot.

She wailed as he slapped her stinging ass until tears filled her eyes. "Fuck me! Thick me!" She struggled, but in order to get away from his slapping hand, she would have had to give up his cock and that she wouldn't do. "Ohhh, Roger! You bastard!"

Roger stopped as quickly as he had started. He blinked, coming out of the stupor his whipping had pulled him into. "Baby, you've got me crazy."

"Then fuck me, you bastard," she wailed. Roger caught his breath, held the soft flesh of her hips and slowly, enjoying the pace, eased his prick into the scalding hot depths of her cunt. He watched, eyes bulging as his long, menacing cock disappeared inside her pussy.

He groaned as the pressure of her cunt muscles lit fires in his cum-filled nuts.

"Jesus, you're right!"

"Oh, Roger! You're stretching meee! I'm gonna split open!" She gasped through her open mouth, dribbling spit onto the top of his desk. "Oh, Christ! It's fantastic!"

Roger growled like an angry bear and plunged the last hard inches of his cock into her pussy. Spongy fingers gripped his shaft in a wet cushiony vise.

The hard jolting thrust slammed Gretchen into the desk and mashed her cunt into the edge.

She cried out, lifting her head as lights popped off behind her eyes. Her head dropped back with a thud.

"Do it again! Again, Roger!" She trembled in joy, waiting for him to take his cock out and plunge it back into her body. "Again!"

Roger had already planned to. Slowly, fighting the gripping tentacles of her greedy pussy, he eased his long, overgrown cock from her cunt until only the bloated head remained buried. He gazed down and saw the sticky white cream on his shaft. Ooze from her cunt gash dripped out from between her swollen cuntlips.

"Now! Now!" She was impatient. She needed that fabulous lunge!

He didn't keep her waiting. One powerful jab sent his prick in to the root again. His knees buckled, then stiffened as she squealed her pleasure.

"Aiieee!" She went into a spasm. Her clit – hard and filled with blood – smashed into the desk again. She twisted her hips, grinding her cunt into the hard, unyielding edge.

"You're fantastic!" She rotated her hips, her upper body twisting, her tits crushed. She clutched the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she held on.

"More! More!" she screamed, her body wiggling on the desk. "Fuck me!"

Roger held tight and began to pump. The cum in his balls turned to fire. His prick swelled, stretching the cushiony walls of her pussyhole.

"Unnmmm," she moaned with each deep plunge. "Oooo, God. I'm out of my fuckin' mind!" Her blue eyes floated in their sockets, glazed and dilated. "Faster! Faster!" The pace was maddening!

"When I'm ready," he hissed through clenched teeth. His face froze in a mask of lust and determination. If his sister-in-law wanted his cock, she'd take it his way or not at all. He continued the painstakingly slow jabs that kept her wailing for more.

The room became a blur. She lifted her head and spotted the intercom. A sly, dirty smile crossed over her passion-crazed face. Drunk with lust, out of her mind with revenge, and wanting to do anything to satisfy both, she reached for the intercom.

"What the fuck you doing?" he roared, plowing hard into her pussy with his cock. "Christ!"

As her cunt ground in the desk, the room seemed to spin. She pushed the button. "Rachael! Rachael!" she shouted. "Get the fuck in here and tell your boss to fuck me faster." She dropped her head back on the desk and moaned.

"You're crazy!" He jammed her viciously, making her scream in agony as her cunt twisted into the wood.

Gretchen snapped her head around and gave him a drunken smile. "Maybe Rachael will speed you [missing text]."

Roger boiled in a mixture of anger, lust, and indecision. He turned his head as the door opened. A helpless look adorned his face.

Rachael froze in the doorway. Her mouth dropped open and her green eyes widened. "Holy shit!"

Gretchen looked over, saw Rachael. "Tell him to fuck me. He's torturing me!"

Having his girl friend in the room only added flavor to what was happening. He had not expected it. He grinned. "If you're staying, close the door."

Still shacked, Rachael nodded and closed the door. Aroused by the erotic sight, she sat down in a chair next to them. A smile fucked across her face and she leaned back, a tremor sweeping through her body.

"You better fuck her, Roger," she whispered hoarsely. "And then you better have some left over for me."

He slammed Gretchen hard, driving his cock to the root and mashing his sister-in-law into the desk. "You dumb bitch!" He fucked hard, pounding her body, his cock cutting through the spongy heat of her cunt in short, quick jabs.

"Yessss," Gretchen cried. "Yessss!" She worked with him, catching his pace, anxiously waiting for each thrust. She met him, absorbed his stabs and struggled for more. It was very exciting and erotic to have an audience.

She twisted her head and stared into Rachael's face. "He's sooo, sooo big!" Her eyes rolled.

"I know," Rachael murmured, entranced with the sight of Roger plowing his cock into Gretchen's pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, juice soaked her panties.

Gretchen forgot about her audience and concentrated on the pleasure of Roger's driving prick. She rocked her hips, squeezing every ounce of pleasure from his thrusts.

Roger looked down at his sister-in-law, then at his girl friend. In his lust-sopped brain, he was already thanking Gretchen. It looked as if it were going to be one terrific day.

He shoved forward, sinking his cock into the hilt. Gretchen moaned. He held her hips, his thumbs sinking into her ass. Parting her lush ass mounds, he stared down at his skewering prick, as he raced toward the peak and his rumbling orgasm.

"I'm… getting… there!" Gretchen shrieked with each dynamite thrust. "Ooo, Roger! I'm… gonna… cream!" She kept her dazed glassy eyes on Rachael. "I'm gonna cum! Ooooo!"

Rachael gulped. It was blowing her mind. She squirmed in the chair and watched, first Gretchen, then Roger. She felt herself spasm, then shiver.

Roger's thrusts became more demonic. His prick grew to greater proportions, his balls swelled in their sac, swinging back and forth. "I'm there too, baby. Right with you!"

Gretchen's pussy exploded. Hot, syrupy cunt muscles pulsed against Roger's lashing cock. "I'm cuming!" Her head snapped back, then dropped.

Roger, as he tore through her spongy cunt, felt the full fury of her orgasm. Hard slams drove her into the desk, each one mangling her clit against the wood. His prick was ready, only seconds away from erupting.

"Cum! Cummm!" she screamed, wanting the hot white jizz of his prick to flood her cunt and take her higher. "Cummmm!" She swirled in orgasm, waiting for the first load to fill her pussy.

Roger's cock exploded into the soupy heat of Gretchen's cunt. Hot cum gushed from his prick like a broken waterpipe. "I ammmmm!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs. "I'm cumingggg!"

"Yessss!" Another climax ripped through Gretchen's pussy as it filled with white thick jism. She pounded the desk, drool oozing from her open mouth. Her eyes bulged, nostrils flared, and her face turned beet red.

"Harder! Harder!" She battled him, matching his passion with her own. Their orgasms blended, building, growing stronger. The room started to spin and she gripped the desk to keep from falling.

Roger's cock spewed wads of cum in fast let squirts. His hips became a blur. His prick throbbed, drawing strength from the rest of his body. His gut tightened, his chest heaved and his head twisted on his shoulders. His balls thudded against the back of her thighs.

Gretchen went into contortions. She bucked as if she were being spurred. The room grayed out, then cleared. Another orgasm shot through her cock-stuffed pussy and her legs gave out. She held on, screaming out obscenities as her knees banged into the side of the desk. Her cunt, mangled, became raw, oversensitive.

A high-pitched shriek came from her drooling mouth and she began to twitch as she skittered down the other side of her fantastic climax.

Roger, drained, his nuts aching, began to slow, his prick and balls empty. He grunted, stopped, his prick half-buried. He still felt the pressure of her ebbing climax against his shrinking cockshaft. Sated, he slipped from her pussy and staggered over to the couch and collapsed.

A whimpering sigh escaped Gretchen's lips as she slithered off the desk into a heap on the floor. She caught her breath and glanced up at Rachael.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Rachael was speechless for a moment. Finally she opened her mouth. "I'm creaming."

Gretchen giggled. "I've never been fucked in front of an audience. I like it."

Rachael looked over at a tired Roger. "I think you fucked him out." She pouted. "Now what the hell am I going to do?"

Wanting to go as far as possible into the world of forbidden sex, she whispered. "I have an idea."

"Tell me."

"If you stripped and got on the desk." She paused, debating the idea. She decided. "I'll eat you."

Rachael's eyes popped.

"If Roger watches, I'm sure it'll give him a hard-on again. If not, at least I'll be able to get you off with my mouth."

Rachael glanced at Roger's limp prick, then back at Gretchen. She was boiling hot and the idea excited her. "Why not?"

The plan worked. Roger's prick was hard again in minutes and the three finished the impromptu party completely satisfied.

After Gretchen finished dressing she faced her brother-in-law. "I'll never say anything to Ray about today," she promised as Roger walked her to the door. "It'll be our secret."

"What are you going to do now?" he asked. "One more party, then I'll go home." She waved to Rachael and left.