"Sister_s husband" - читать интересную книгу автора (Driscoll Penny)

CHAPTER FOUR

Kay had instructed the cab to let her off at the corner, and now she was walking through a light snow, up the winding walk of Turnabout Lane. With each step that she took she told herself to turn back. It almost seemed better not to know. A horrid sick feeling filled her being as she struggled against the wet snow, turning up her fur coat collar and trying to avoid being struck in the face by it.

Her small gold wrist watch read exactly 10:30… that was the time the mysterious voice had specified. With a self-conscious uncertainty she began to look at the house numbers. She was almost beginning to think that there was no such number… that the whole thing was just a silly prank cooked up by a bunch of kids. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned the corner. Some of the house numbers were very difficult to read for one could hardly see them! True, Jim had called and had acted very strange on the phone today, telling her that he was going out to dinner with a colleague in the neighboring town of Stewart Falls… and she had felt instantly that he was lying. Now she wasn't so sure. If the number was fictitious, then her husband Jim might be in Stewart Falls restaurant right now! Then, just as her hopes had risen, they were suddenly plunged downward. There before her was a large, imposing mansion of a house, set in from the road, with brick steps leading upward to the white door-front. She almost turned and ran, but something urged her on, and she found herself moving stealthily up the steps. She was glad that she had worn her dark mink coat. It would make it harder for her to be seen. She put up the hood to hide her golden hair, and then slipped around to the right side of the house.

She felt a steely will motivating her, pushing her… something inside of her pushing her toward the window she could see ahead of her… the one that surely must be the correct one! She had to find out now… it was too late to turn back! She knew that she risked being discovered, and perhaps even arrested for snooping around this posh neighborhood, but it no longer really mattered. She had to know if her husband was in that house… if her husband was behind that window. Biting her lower lip hard, she grasped the edge of the window-sill, pulling herself up slightly on tip-toe so that she could see over the high ledge. There were no lights on inside, but the moon came from behind the clouds and shone over her shoulder illuminating the scene.

Jim wormed his heatedly wildly throbbing cock up between the young girl's nakedly spread legs, his pounding hardness expanding more and more as he responded to Ginnie's lewd encouragement. He answered her urgent requests with powerful thrusts into her willingly wide-held loins, gaining more and more momentum as the rapture of his young tormentor's desire overwhelmed him. His mouth wetly locked on hers, he scraped his naked chest back and forth over her tender, quivering breasts, feeling their nipple points hard and excited beneath him. Loud mewling noises of undeniable pleasure came from her throat as his giant piston continued to widen her tightly clasping cuntal shaft. They writhed obscenely together, her hot young cunt nibbling at his thick pulsing penis as though she wanted to devour it. Beneath him, Jim could see the 17 year-old girl's lovely face growing more and more wanton as her passion increased. Her neck strained and her long auburn hair became a tangled mass as her head flailed to and fro. It was good… very good! The best fuck ever – for both of them!

From his vantage point Winthrop Morgan could see quite clearly. He did not even bother to hide himself now, since he knew that neither his young friend Ginnie nor the rising young town banker cared about him being there. They were too caught up in each other. An earthquake wouldn't have disturbed them now! He could see Ginnie's pink bearded little pussy swallowing up Jim's long hard cock, even see her crinkled little anus spread wide and puckering like a feeding fish's mouth beneath the other man's slapping testicles. He clasped his own eagerly longing cock in his hand and began to imagine how it would be when he joined them. Back and forth his foreskin slipped over his long hardness as he moved closer to their nakedly writhing bodies. He could imagine his own thickly impatient cock sliding into Ginnie's sweet baby cunt… her moist, hot pussy walls would cling to it and it would feel… wonderful!

Slowly he advanced upon the copulating couple. He hoped that Jim Carroll wouldn't mind him horning in on the act, but then the younger man really had no choice. After all, he was a guest in his house, and it looked as if he was bent on fucking little Ginnie, no matter what. Encouraged by these thoughts, he insinuated his bulky form beside them on the bed, chuckling mirthfully to himself as Jim paused in mid action, his big churning cock half way out of Ginnie's wildly thrashing little pussy. The wonderful odor of wet sex met Morgan's flaring nostrils as he spoke, "Don't mind me folks… just go right on with what you are doing!"

He thought he heard Jim growl something, but then the younger man loudly moaned as the teenage girl hungrily pulled him forward into her cunt again.

"Oooooooooh!" she groaned. "Ooooohhh Gooooood! Oh God… Oh God!" Ginnie was conscious of Morgan's presence beside her, and even though she was lost in a lustful world where only she and Jim Carroll were important, she felt a distinct annoyance. The older man had promised to stay out of it! She pushed her legs a bit against Jim's back and looked up beseechingly, trying to give Morgan the message that they did not want to be bothered. But Jim decided to break communication between the girl and the bank president, so he pulled her over onto her side where she lay with her back toward Morgan… and in this new position their steaming genitals were attached as though they could never come apart again. Jim's long hot cock slithered swiftly up, higher and higher into her openly defenseless cunt, striking a new place inside of her that set delicious spasms of desire ringing through her tormented pussy.

"Ginnie, gonna fuck you sooo good!" he mouthed between her lips. His lust-hardened shaft was swollen and engorged from the wet, clinging channel of her raging pussy, and he forgot all about Winthrop Morgan on the bed beside them.

Meanwhile, the bank president was not to be so easily put off. He was horny as hell, just watching the two young people go at it, and he intended to remedy that situation.

Before him the long nakedly gleaming length of Ginnie's shapely back trembled and swayed, and below this the quivering mounds of her buttocks glimmered in the fluctuating moonlight… plunging him deeper into a consuming passion. The wind blew the dark branches of fir trees outside the window creating weird shadows along the whiteness of the teenager's smooth skin, and Morgan could not resist cupping the two warmly rounded orbs in his two hands. Impulsively, he snuggled up against her spine. He moved down a bit, and let his heatedly throbbing cock rest up between the smooth, lightly clenching crevice that separated her cream white nether cheeks. Suddenly he realized what he was going to do. It was a splendid idea, he realized, as he grunted with pleasure. Jim's forward thrusts into Ginnie's streaming cunt, pushed her curvaceous young body back against him, thereby forcing the short excited length of his cock deeper into the crevice of the girl's softly yielding buttocks. Quickly, without changing his position, he stretched his arm over for the drawer of the little bedside table. Inside, his fingers searched and found the jar of water-base petroleum jelly. Working rapidly now, he took a glob of the clear grease and smeared it over the head of his lust-swollen penis. He placed a second glob in the anal crevice of the wantonly writhing teenage girl and, without her being aware of what he was doing, worked the slippery lubricant into her tightly puckered little anus.

Ginnie was aware of the older banker's presence back there, his sliding hot cock nudging between her spread buttocks, but she could not relinquish the delightful pleasure of Jim's long hardened flesh fucking up into her overheated vagina. The great heat of his hard body against her, his strong muscular arms holding her, extracting wails of pleasure from her lips as he entered her spread cuntal lips powerfully… each magnificent stroke counted toward an orgasm that would not be long in coming. As the moments passed, she could sometimes ignore the presence behind her, but then a few seconds later she would feel her tender buttocks being stretched wider apart by their millionaire host, and the surprisingly slippery, pulsating tip of his penis would tease at the tiny puckered mouth of her anus. The pressure of the older man's hotly throbbing cock increased… and increased. Abruptly she knew what he was trying to do!

"Ooooooooh Winnie nooooooo!" she groaned into Jim's mouth. But it was too late! Winthrop Morgan clasped his arms around her waist from behind, his arms encountering Jim's as they circled the other way. Shocked, the young banker moved his hands downward to Ginnie's slender young hips, and he heard her cry out, her entire body shivering and quaking forward against him, creating a wonderful sensation against his outrageously swollen cock. Ginnie felt the tightly resisting muscles of her anal ring suddenly pop open and slip warmly over the smooth greased head of Morgan's thickened pole of flesh, involuntarily sucking it up inside the tightly clenched walls of her back passage. The older banker's massively beating cock pushed cruelly into the naked split of her behind, never pausing for a moment on its lubricated upward journey as it sought to slip all the way up inside the warm confines of her little rectum. The relentlessly burrowing and worming head split the small opening wide, stretching it beyond all endurance, ramming ever forward as it made its insistent penetration.

In great and searing pain, Ginnie jerked forward. She thought she was being ripped in two back there! She had never felt anything like it in her entire life. A few times men had slid their fingers into her rectum, but never anything as big as Winthrop Morgan's cock! The big thick pole that still churned in her vagina met the unwanted elongated shaft that ground ceaselessly in her rectum, and she could feel the friction of the two male instruments rubbing against each other, only a thin partition separating them inside her! Could she take it? She groaned in anguish, holding onto Jim's shoulders in front of her, clinging tightly and grinding her teeth in pain. Her nakedly wide-spread ass cheeks were being harshly separated, her backside was ceaselessly filled… she was being impaled from both sides, and she struggled weakly to get away.

But to her surprise, Jim held her fast!

In spite of what Morgan might be doing to the girl, the young banker realized that he was in a situation now where anything could happen. And he was not going to back down from it. He felt a very strange kind of comradeship with Winthrop Morgan. They were both men, and they would both ravish and enjoy this hot little bitch as much as they liked, and make her like it too! He had never in his entire life done anything nearly as exciting as this, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It was almost as though someone was watching him, but he knew that that was impossible. Savagely, he let his rock-hard penis arch upward into the young girl's wetly clasping vagina. She had started it all… not he… now she was going to finish it up!

Both of Ginnie's delicate feminine openings were now being assaulted; her clitoris was being rubbed hard against the wiry pubic hair of Jim's groin with each slap he made against her, and surging waves of pain and pressure swept through her backside as Morgan's thick rubbery staff ground deeper and deeper into her puckered little brown anus, reaching for the farthest depths of her bowels. Jim's hands moved up to her breasts, and he muttered lewd obscenities into her mouth. She was getting a lot more than she had bargained for that evening! "Atta' girl, Ginnie… Atta' girl!" Winthrop grunted behind her. The harder her inexperienced young rectum tried to expel his unwanted cock, the harder and farther he thrust into her belly. The feeling against his lust-swollen penis was masochistically wonderful. She was so tight back there that even he himself grunted with pain… in spite of the greasy lubricant which made his fevered thrusts slip easily in and out. But the pleasure he was getting far outweighed the discomfort, and he continued to bump forward against her, still clasping her tiny waist, pulling her ever back against him, while Jim pulled her constantly forward. She moved between the two highly aroused men like a big rag doll, her entire nakedly pink and white teenaged body trembling and shaking.

With long, smooth strokes Winthrop Morgan lunged the full length of his straining hardness into the helplessly exposed back passage of the teenaged girl who lay in his bed. This was a lot better than the blow job she'd given him the time before! And the idea that she was getting it from both ends was highly amusing to him, not to say extremely satisfying from a physical point of view. He made a mental note to try this again, perhaps even later that very night with some of the other guests who were in the other room.

Ginnie felt a terrible anger building up inside her. She was being used… used… when it was she who had intended to do the using! The whole thing went completely against her nature and was directly opposite her plan for her life. That two men would use her body like this, inflicting their wills upon her own, knowing that they were hurting her was something she could not abide!

The cute teenager prayed that she would have the strength to endure it… and later to get revenge on both of them for doing this to her. Never had she been so totally possessed. She also remembered that right at that very moment Kay Carroll was quite probably watching the whole obscene thing, and she felt embarrassed that the older woman would see her this way, instead of the way she had intended. She had wanted Mrs. Carroll to see her making beautiful romantic love with Jim… not being stuck like a squealing pig from both ends… helplessly skewered between two rampaging cocks. She had to end it soon, one way or another.

Kay Carroll clung to the edge of the window sill. Beneath her leather gloves she knew that her knuckles must be white with strain and cold. Her feet, even though garbed in fur-lined boots were icy cold in the snow beneath the window and she was chilled through completely. Tears streamed down her face, forming icy crystals on her cheeks as she observed the horrible scene inside the house with disbelieving, horrified eyes. She had wanted to turn and run screaming some time ago, but had been unable to move from the spot. Something had kept her there, some masochism had impelled her – had made her want to see it ALL! – every dirty thing that her husband was involved in!

She had wanted to melt right into the snow, to disappear from the face of the earth forever, so as not to have to face the hideous reality of what was going on in that room. But she remained through it all, a betrayed wife, watching her husband taking part in the brutal ravishment of a young girl. She could sometimes see them very clearly when the moon came out from behind the clouds. At other times they were but murky shadows, like faintly seen demons from someone's personal hell. Now she could see Jim's naked buttocks facing the window, his muscular, hairy legs… the same ones she had loved so much to look at when, before their marriage, they would go swimming out by the lake. Those same legs flexed and moved crab-like against the young girl's thighs as he flexed his hips up against her, sending his huge speeding cock high into her defenseless little womb.

Kay could see the other man behind them, and she thought that he looked familiar to her, but could not place his face… As for the girl, from time to time her pert little face became highly visible, and Kay could take in the entire shocking panorama of pain, lust, and then more wanton lust as it etched itself on her youthful features. Then suddenly Kay dropped to the ground. For a brief instant the girl's eyes had opened wide and the peering wife could have sworn that she was looking directly at her through the window.

Kay crouched, trembling in the snow. "I must have been mistaken!" she thought. "She couldn't have possibly seen me!"

But she was so frightened and emotionally exhausted that she crept along the side of the house until she got to the front, then she ran down the steps to the sidewalk, and, without once looking back, she kept on running in the cold night air, until she got far away from Turnabout Lane.

Ginnie closed her eyes tight and felt bitter tears squeezing from beneath her long mascaraed eye-lashes. She had looked directly into Kay Carroll's eyes… she was sure of it. Unless it was some trick of her imagination, she had read the horror, disgust, and hurt in the other woman's eyes. Her own torment had become a blinding force within her, and the humiliation of having been watched by the very woman she wanted to triumph over made her feel for an instant the total indecency of what she had set up for the other woman to see. But it was too late now to do anything about that! She could only bend her efforts and try to get herself out of this mess!

With an almost superhuman effort, she suddenly ground her buttocks backward, deliberately meeting the pain, meeting Winthrop Morgan's ramming cock head on. The hurt almost made her faint, but she did it again and again, desperately trying to finish him off so that she would not feel the terrible pressure of his unwanted, grease-slickened penis in her bowels. Furiously, she squirmed her backside toward him in lewd invitation to him to continue his indecent ravishment. But she had not reckoned with Jim, and with each hard back thrust she made, her clinging vagina massaged the massive instrument of his surging cock with even greater force.

"Ooooooohhhhh Christ!" he groaned, and suddenly he was bucking and churning against her, his massively pulsating penis slipping and worming itself up inside her hotly clasping cunt with new determination. Grunting and groaning into her mouth, he knew he was going to cream into her at any second. It was too good to go on for much longer!

In spite of herself Ginnie felt herself beginning to respond to Jim again. Deep inside her filled pussy a spark sprang up and then simply, without warning, exploded all out of control. Frantically she clung to his hair, her head flung back so hard that she hit Winthrop Morgan in the face. Her mouth gaped open wide, and her eyes rolled back into their sockets as she felt Jim plowing steadily into the tumultuous pit of her cunt. Behind her Morgan jerked upward into her buttocks and groaned loudly as he began to spurt thick hot jets of cum far up in the heated passage of her trembling white ass. His huge spewing cock quivered inside her, as her auburn hair flew from side to side, covering his face with its perfumed softness. She herself bucked and shimmied like an untamed animal against the two men.

"Aaaaaaaaoooooooo! Oooooohhhhhh yeeeeessssss!" she cried, screaming, "Yes! Yes!" over and over again as the waves of an all-powerful orgasm began to pound inside her wildly rejoicing pussy.

The two men – Jim, the up and coming young banker on the one side, and Winthrop Morgan, the well-established tycoon, on the other side – squeezed and caressed her nakedly writhing tender flesh as the final convulsive stage of their ruthless fucking took hold of them all.

Jim could feel her cumming. Her tight little cunt was thirstily kneading at his jerking cock, milking him, and he was bursting apart himself. It was all coming loose, and he could feel his long exploding penis swelling inside of her with lightning speed. He made one last surging lunge into her, and then released wave after wave of his hot, thick cum deep into the burning passage of her flaring young pussy. His hairy balls smacked wetly against the smooth inner thighs, and he pressed in, feeling her tightly climaxing vagina filling with the sticky, white fluid of his own raging orgasm.

"Hot cunt!" he groaned into her ear. Exhausted and thoroughly delighted, he fell back from her shuddering young nakedness. His spent penis slipped from her flooded vagina, and he lay on his back breathing heavily, his naked arm pressed against the cold of the window pane next to him.

"Now that's what I call fuckin'!" he heard Winthrop Morgan's voice say.

"I agree!" Jim said softly, more to himself than to anyone else.