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CHAPTER SIX

Excited beyond reason, Gretchen stepped into the shower and shivered as the cool spray of the water splashed over her tired body. It has been an exhausting two days, both physically and emotionally and it was coming to a close. Just one more piece of revenge.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, lifting her face and allowing the water to beat against her. She closed her eyes and turned around. The water hit her neck like tiny massaging needles.

She grabbed the soap and lathered her body, washing her cunt, ridding herself of Roger's thick white cum. Her giggle echoed in the stall as she watched the white cum ooze down her thighs.

"Got to make room for more," she said aloud, her voice reverberating. "Lots more." She laughed, unable to suppress her pleasure. "Ooooo, are you gonna be surprised when you come, Tony. I got just what you want for dinner – the same thing Patsy is planning for Ray."

She rinsed the soap off her body as her hands played gently along her wet, shining flesh. A shiver gripped her as the water turned cold. She shut it off and climbed out of the shower, grabbing a large pink, fluffy towel.

With it wrapped around her body, she padded into the bedroom and went to the closet. "Now what should I wear?" she pondered, opening the door and looking at her sister's clothes. "Something hot and sexy."

"Mmmm, this looks nice." She pulled out a long black silk robe. She tossed it on the bed and went to Patsy's dresser and rummaged through the drawers.

"Oooo, what's this?" She pulled out a pair of lace panties. "Crotchless too." She giggled and threw off the towel. After finding the matching bra and the rest of what she wanted, she went to the mirror and tried everything on.

"Instant hard-on," she mouthed, staring at herself.

What stared back was a tall blonde with black panties and bra with long net stockings covering her legs. A red garter topped it off.

"I didn't know you went in for things like this, Tony," she whispered. Her passion welled in her gut. "You're gonna cream."

She slipped the robe on, tied the sash around her waist and went back into the bathroom to blow-dry her hair.

A short time later, she stood behind the small bar Tony had built in the corner of the living room. Nervously, she poured herself three fingers of Scotch. She glanced at the clock and crossed her fingers, hoping Tony would get home early, and at the same time, hoping Patsy would be so involved with Ray, she would forget about the time.

She took a sip of Scotch and froze. The front door had opened! "Here goes," she sighed, coming out from behind the bar. "I sure hopes it's Tony." She plopped on the sofa and waited, her heart pounding in her ears.

"I'm home, honey," Tony called from the foyer. "What's for dinner?" He hung up his jacket, strode into the living room and stopped.

"Hi," Gretchen purred. "You're home early. I'm glad."

"Gretchen. What… what are you doing here?" His eyes scanned the room, then came back to Gretchen. "Where's Patsy?"

"One question at a time," she said, enjoying the look of astonishment on his face. "I'm here to make you dinner."

"I thought you were at your mother's."

"I got home early. A little too early, but I'll explain later."

"Patsy?"

"She's at my house." She stifled a giggle. "Making dinner for Ray."

"I don't understand."

"Then make yourself a drink and join me. I'll fill you in."

He nodded and went to the bar, questions running rampant in his head. He poured gin into a glass and took a large swallow.

Gretchen enjoyed his bewilderment.

"Why didn't you just go home?" He came back, sat across from her, his drink tight in his hand.

"I thought it would be more interesting this way," she teased. "Don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Gretchen stood and did a pirouette. "How do you like me in my sister's clothes?"

He was unable to take his eyes off her. "You look terrific. Now what's going on?" He was becoming annoyed. "Patsy might be home any minute. Christ if she comes in and sees you dressed like that, she'll go through the roof!"

Gretchen laughed and plopped back on the couch. "Ohhh, Tony, don't be such a fool." The clinging robe parted, baring her legs and her net stockings that hugged her skin. "Patsy won't be home for a long time. While she's gone, we can play. You game?"

"I'm game," he admitted, "but not here."

"Why not?"

"I told you Patsy could walk in any second!"

His groin tightened. Gretchen was older than Patsy, but she was a great-looking bitch. "Why?"

Gretchen took a sip of her drink then set the glass down. "It's simple. She's at my house doing with Ray what I hope you and I can do." She smiled. "I'll spell it. F-U-C-K."

"With Ray?"

"With Ray," she said. "It seems since my baby sister married you she has discovered how much fun sex is. Now she wants to experiment with my husband too."

"You're crazy!"

"You're the third person to say that. Rut I convinced all the others they were wrong." She stood up and opened her robe. It slipped silently to the floor. "Unless you think I'm too old for you."

"Christ, Gretchen," he rasped, ogling her sexy outfit. "Did Patsy put you up to this?" He still was not convinced.

She took the drink from his hand. "No, but Patsy, in her small way, has shown me how much fun cheating can be."

She eased him back in his chair and climbed onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and wiggled. The scent of her perfume enveloped him. Her soft body felt fantastic against him.

"I can feel your hard-on. It's pressing up against my ass!" She squirmed, he groaned, and she snuggled tighter. She brought her lips to his neck and kissed him. "We can have a ball, Tony."

A soft moan came out of his mouth as she twisted on his cock. "When's the joke over?"

He expected Patsy to walk in laughing.

"It's no joke, Tony." She dragged her tongue along his neck and snaked it into his ear. "No joke."

Her hot voice pounded in his brain.

"Patsy wouldn't let things get this far if this were a joke." She brought his hand up, placing it firmly on her tit. "Squeeze."

Tony did, but still didn't accept the fact that his wife was with Ray.

"Mmmmm," she purred. She nibbled and tongued his ear as he mauled her tits. "I could be doing this to your cock." She sucked and chewed his ear.

Tony reached down between her legs, parting the opening of her panties. His fingers were greeted with warm pussy-cream. "Damn!" he mumbled under his breath.

"I'm all wet for your cock, Tony," she rasped in his ear. "Ml wet and juicy. And I'm dying to find out what turned my sister onto sex. You must be great."

"If I were great, she wouldn't be with Ray," he groaned in anger.

"I'm here to help you get even."

"How do you know for sure?" He was fighting his urge to take advantage of what Gretchen was offering.

"I came home yesterday and found them together. There was no doubt. When I called and said I was still at the hospital, she jumped at the chance to go back today. What else do you want? I didn't stick around to watch them fuck."

Then he believed. Patsy had seemed a little strange last night and she did seem awfully happy about the prospect of going back and making Ray's dinner tonight. Her words still rang in his head. "It's the least I can do for him."

"You ready to play?"

"Let me make a call." He eased her off his lap. "You mind?"

Gretchen shrugged. "Be my guest." A twinkle gleamed in her eyes. "I'll bet you're gonna call Ray."

"You guessed it." He walked over to the phone and grabbed it angrily, punching out the numbers on the board.

"This might be fun." She hurried over and plopped on a chair. Her hand went to his pants and she pulled dawn his zipper. "I'll suck, you talk." She giggled and pulled his cock from his pants.

Tony groaned as Ray answered the phone. "Ray?" He tried unsuccessfully to push Gretchen away.

"Yeah," Ray said. "What's happening?"

"Is Patsy there?" He stifled a groan as the heat from Gretchen's mouth enveloped the head of his cock.

"Yeah," Ray gulped. "She's in the kitchen making me something to eat." His eyes darted across the room to Patsy. She was naked, playing with a Coke bottle between her legs. "I'll get her."

Tony covered the mouthpiece. "Christ, will you wait?"

"I can't," Gretchen cooed. "I'm hungry. Patsy's probably doing the same thing to Ray." She went back to his cock and sloshed her mouth avidly over his prick.

Ray motioned to Patsy. "It's Tony. He's home." His voice was strained and a lump was growing rapidly in his throat.

Patsy's eyebrows arched. "Eewww, I hope he doesn't come over here." She bounced over to the phone, tits jiggling, ass wriggling. "Hi, Tony! You're home early."

"Yeah," he mumbled. "How come you're over there?" Anger was boiling in his veins.

"I told you last night. I'm helping Ray out." She winked at a disturbed Ray. "It'll be the last night. Gretchen is coming home tomorrow."

Tony's face hardened. Gretchen's mouth was making his nuts ache. "I just wanted to tell you, you don't have to bother with my dinner tonight."

"What's wrong, honey?" she purred. "Have a hard day?"

"You could say that. But I intend to have a better night."

"I know," she giggled. "I'll come home and take care of all your tension."

"You don't have to," he snarled. "I have somebody making me dinner the same way you're making dinner for Ray!" He slammed the phone down, almost driving it through the table. "I fixed that little bitch!"

Gretchen stopped licking his prick. "Why did you do that?" she pouted. "She might come home now and ruin everything."

"She's not going to ruin our night whether she comes home or not!" He pulled Gretchen to her feet. "Right?"

"Ooooo, I see what you mean," she cooed, melting into his arms.

Tony, angry and hot, crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue pushing beyond her yielding lips, invading her throat. His hands slid roughly down her back, cupping the cheeks of her ass. He squeezed and Gretchen gurgled.

Gretchen scratched his neck like a playful kitten. She rubbed her body into his and felt his hard-on push against her belly. His clothes felt coarse against her skin and she reveled in it.

"Unnnn," she sighed as he pulled his mouth away. "You're rough."

"You, mind?"

"Shit, no. I like it." She pulled at his shirt, popping the buttons in her exuberance to get it off him. "You've got a nice chest." She tossed his shirt on the floor. "Hairy too." She clawed her nails over his chest and through his thick mat of curly hair. "Strong."

Gretchen was restoring his ego. His chest swelled. "Strong enough to make you scream."

"I'm counting on it," she sighed. She brought her mouth to his chest and chewed on his nipple, then sucked it. "Your hair tickles."

"You're one sexy bitch, Gretchen."

Her hand skimmed down to his crotch. As she slobbered over his chest, she worked frantically on his pants. Pushing them down, she followed with her mouth, sinking to her knees.

"Now let's see what turned my little sister into a sex-crazed husband-stealing bitch." She forced down his shorts and grabbed his thick, veiny cock.

A knot was growing in Tony's gut. "Eat it, baby. Chew it all up."

"Why do you think I'm down here?" She became an animal. This was the culmination of her revenge – Patsy's husband. Then it would be over. Or would it? The thought as she stroked his delicious cock was intriguing.

"Stop looking and suck!" He grabbed his prick at the base and aimed it at her ripe, wet mouth. "Open up. I'm gonna feed you."

"I'm drooling." She opened her mouth and fucked her tongue out. "Lay it right there." She extended her tongue.

Tony plopped his fat prick on her tongue and shuddered as she licked it. "In your mouth."

"Later," she promised.

With him holding his cock, she lapped her tongue over the length of it. She nibbled on the shaft and his fingers as he gripped the base. She sucked his fingers and shaft, then sloshed her way back to the bulbous head of his hard prickmeat.

"Now I'll suck it," she panted. Her mouth enveloped his prick until her hungry lips touched his fingers. She pushed his hand away, anxious to feel all his cock buried in her throat.

Tony lunged, helping her take the last inch of his cock. A low growling moan exploded from his mouth.

Gretchen sank her teeth into the base of his prick and adjusted to the fabulous invasion of her gullet. Her hands clawed up his muscled thighs and around to his tight ass. With his prick buried, she scratched her talons down his ass cheeks, making him howl and jab his cock into her face. His prick throbbed with a life of its own. Her pussy creamed, jealous of her mouth. Pulsing beats inside her cunthole begged for his cock, but she wasn't through sucking it yet.

Tony staggered under the heavy sensations of her eager mouth. He humped, driving his groin into her face. His cock sliced deep as she tormented him with her sharp nails. His anger turned to lust, blending.

He grabbed her hair, his fingers entwined. Over and over again he pounded her face, hard grunts, fast jabs, balls whacking against her chin. "Aghhh! Baby!"

Gretchen accepted his punishing blows, welcomed them. She urged him on with her nails clawing his ass, the back of his thighs, his nuts. She used her mouth – chewing bites, deep sucks, whipping lashes with her tongue.

Tony shuddered and ground to a halt. Shaking, he released her hair. "Christ, baby." He pulled his cock from her hot gripping throat.

"I loved it," she gasped, choking for a second as she cleared her throat. "God!"

She pulled herself up with his help. "I'm yours, Tony." She rubbed her body against his. "Do whatever you want." She stepped back, offering herself with open arms. "Anything."

Anger propelled him, passion closing fast. He reached out, grabbed her bra and ripped. It came away in his hand.

"Oooo! Caveman-style." She shivered in joy.

He ogled her voluptuous tits. His prick throbbed, twitching with the memory of her mouth. He stared at her panties.

"You don't have to rip these off. They're crotch-less."

He didn't want to hear. He grabbed, tore, and ripped them away, baring her exquisite pussy. "Now you're ready for my cock."

"I've been ready since you walked in the door," she mewed, licking her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.

He stripped off his pants and grabbed her, crushing her in his arms. Hot tittie meat burned into his chest. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

"Sounds great." Her belly touched wet cock. "Your prick is so hot! It's burning my skin."

"It's gonna burn your pussy in a second." He ground his mouth to hers, pushing his tongue in deep. Brutally he kneaded her ass with his rough hands.

"Now for your pussy," the growled as he let her go. "Over the couch, Gretchen."

Gretchen eagerly bent over, offering her naked ass to be used or abused. She parted her long, slender legs encased in black net and waited. "Shove it deep, Tony. Take out all your frustrations."

He came up behind her wielding his cock. "I intend to." He dragged his prick through her ripe pussy, coated it with warm cream, then pulled it up to the crack of her ass, soaking the wrinkled ass.

"What are you doing?" She trembled in ecstasy, feeding on his anger. It stimulated her, made her anxious.

"I'm gonna fuck both holes." He soaked his cock in her sudsy vat of pussy juice. "You like?"

"I love!" She wobbled, her knees weak. "Do it!"

"I am!" He jabbed, stuffed her cunt with his cock. "Hot and wet! Christ!"

"Heaven!" She pressed tight against the sofa for balance. She didn't want to collapse at the wrong time, "Now my ass!"

Tony slipped his juice-soaked cock from her pussy. Sticky with cream, his prick was greased and ready for her asshole. He parted the cheeks of her ass and gazed hotly at the wrinkled crack he was going to plunder.

"It looks ready."

"It is! It is!" she squealed, waiting for the blinding thrust that was promised.

The bulbous head of his cock parted the erotic ring of her asshole and disappeared. He stopped, his prick pounding, his balls rumbling. "Goddamn! It's a fuckin' vise. A dry, hot vise."

"Unnnnn," she moaned, her eyes glowing. "It's a fuckin' enema." She wiggled her ass. "Give it all to me."

Mesmerized, Tony watched as her asshole slowly gobbled up his cock. It was tight, dry, the juices on his prick the only lubricant. His groin was flush against her ass.

"Oohh, stilt. You're tearing me apart!" She gripped the couch, knuckles white, tits jammed into the velvet fabric. "Oooo, Tony!" She twisted her head and looked into his face. "Hard! Do it hard."

Tony held her hips in his bear-like paws and eased his throbbing cock from her ass. With only his prickhead tight inside, he lunged back with all his might. Gretchen's screams pierced his ears.

"Yesssss!" She almost fainted.

Tony didn't stop. He jabbed his prick back, plowing deep with each jab. He groaned, pulled out, then stuffed her cunt again, greasing his cock. He held it deep, letting the foamy froth bathe his prickshaft.

"Ohhhhh!" Gretchen went wild. Two holes. Fabulous! She rocked in place, mashing her tits into the sofa.

Tony vented his anger on her body. Quick thrusts into her pussy, then out and into her ass where the juices made it easy for him to slice into the drier hole. He ravaged both holes, his anger subsiding as passion took its place.

Gretchen rode the full fury of his anger, welcomed it, knowing the torment he was going through. It helped her. She swooned under his brutal barrage of hole-splitting shots.

"Make it happen! Make it happen!" She was losing her mind. With both holes being tortured, she couldn't get to the peak. It was held elusively beyond her reach.

Tony was in the same boat. He pulled from her ass and plowed into her pussy, ready to concentrate on her hot, bubbling cunt. "Here we go."

She gasped, needing the orgasm, needing to end her two-day spree of debauchery. "Cum! Gum!"

"You first, baby," he snarled. "I'll be right behind yau."

It was all the incentive Gretchen needed. Her cunt exploded and torrents of hot pussy juice gushed from the pulsing walls of her spongy, ravaged cunt. "I'm cuming! I'm cream… inggggg!"

It was Tony's trigger. His balls churned their load, then burst. "Me toooo!" he bellowed as a hot river of jizz spurted from his pisser.

His muscles strained as wad after wad of cum poured from his dilated piss-slot. His chest heaved, his heart pounding in rhythm to his squirting cock. All of his strength became concentrated in his manic stabs.

"I feel it! I'm drowning!" She bucked, almost falling. She caught herself and slammed back to greet each magnificent lunge of his cock.

Hot waves of exquisite orgasms washed over her quivering flesh. Her blood seemed to burn as it gushed through her body. Nerve endings seemed to explode from the tips of her fingers down to the volcanic depths of her pussy.

"High! Take me higher!" She wrenched her neck, glared into his face. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her head dropped with a thud.

Tony tried the impossible and succeeded. His balls and prick responded. He pierced her pussy, still pouring hot wads of jizz into her overflowing pussy.

"Yessssss!" She clawed the sofa like an enraged cat as her orgasms overwhelmed her. She shoved back and was driven forward, then shoved back again, matching his strength. "Tonnnnn-yyyyyyy!" She crumbled, drained, weak as a kitten.

Tony didn't stop. Three quick lunges, two spurting loads, the last dribbling from his cockhead. He grunted and stopped.

Tony rolled off, paining for air. He dropped to the floor, gasping huge quantities of air into his tired lungs. "I have not fucked like that since my honeymoon."

Gretchen fell forward and rolled to the floor. She cuddled close. "Maybe you should get mad more often."

"Yeah." It came out as a laugh.

"I'm just happy Patsy didn't walk in. I would have hated to stop."

"She should be here anytime now," he said, his breathing back to normal.

"Why don't we wait like this?" She snuggled into his arms and held his meat prick. "I'd love to see her face."

"So would I." He snickered. "It'll serve the little bitch right."

The door opened.

"I think she's here now," Gretchen whispered. "Here comes the storm."

Patsy stalked into the room. Her face flooded with anger as she saw them on the floor. She caught her breath, eyes glowing with hate. "Gretchen, you rotten bitch!" she screamed. "Get away from him."

Gretchen sat up and smiled. "Come off your high horse, little sister." She laid her hand over Tony's cock. "I was keeping him company until you came home."

Tony looked at Patsy, then Gretchen who had gotten to her feet. Then his eyes drifted back to Patsy and a silly grin spread over his face.

"How could you?" Patsy sobbed, falling into a chair.

"It was easy," Tony grunted, pulling himself up from the floor. "You sister is a real tigress. I never knew."

"You bastard," she spat.

"Cunt the slit, Patsy," he snarled. "I know what you were doing with Ray. Giving him dinner. Bullshit! You were spreading your legs and fucking him!"

Patti went into shock. "How… how?" She looked at Gretchen.

"I walked in yesterday and caught the first show." She finished dressing, bent over and kissed Patsy on the cheek. "But don't let it get you down. At least we're all family." She laughed and left, leaving Patsy dazed and Tony grinning.