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Chapter 7
When the alarm woke her the next morning, Arlene was dazed. Had last night
been merely a dream? Then she became aware of the dried sperm matting her
thighs. It was true. She had been fucked by young Ralph.
She shook her head rapidly, chasing away the lingering sleep. She wanted to
shower, but she didn't have time. First she had to fix breakfast for Bill and
Judy. Her children - how could she face them now? How could she ever face her
husband Hal again? She felt overcome by guilt. She had been unfaithful - she
was no better than a whore. She struggled out of bed and slipped into her
housecoat.
She was amazed to find that her feelings of revulsion were not nearly as
strong as she felt they should be. Nevertheless, she resolved that she would
never repeat last night's experience. Hal would never know - and she would
make it up to him somehow.
Later, after Bill and Judy had left for school and Arlene had finished a
lengthy shower, the doorbell rang. She wondered who it could be so early in
the morning.
She was surprised to see her neighbor, Barbara, standing in the doorway. She
hardly ever spoke to her next-door neighbor. Arlene resented the flashy,
cheap way the woman dressed, and the flirtatious way she carried on in the
presence of men. Then she mentally chastised herself. How could she possibly
be so critical of Barbara after what had happened last night?
Barbara stayed only long enough to drink a cup of coffee and invite Arlene
over to a party that evening. The last thing in the world Arlene felt like
was attending a party - especially one of the typically raucous kind the
Carters gave - but she politely accepted, figuring that she could put in a
quick appearance and slip quietly home.
* * *
She arrived at the party a little before nine. She wondered if she had
dressed too sexily. Her dark green, one-piece dress had a hemline halfway up
her thighs. The neckline dove all the way down to her navel, exposing the
white cleavage between her lovely breasts. She wore black nylons held in
place by a frilly garter belt, the snaps becoming exposed whenever she sat or
bent low. She had applied more make-up than usual and dabbed herself with an
excessive amount of perfume. She told herself she had dressed this way
because she knew all the other women at the party would be similarly attired.
She wondered if that was really the reason. Had last night's carnal
experience with Ralph incited something dark and relentless within her? She
refused to give any credence to this idea. The terrible thing that had
happened between her and Ralph was history. She would be haunted with guilt
for the rest of her life. It was a despicable thing, and she wished she could
erase it from her mind.
Yet when she felt Sam Carter's arm slip around her waist an hour after she'd
arrived at the party, she was stunned to feel an unwanted wetness gather in
her panties. He was just being friendly and she was getting turned on. What
was wrong with her?
She drank more Scotch than she should have. Despite feeling giddy, she was
able to turn aside Sam's increasingly forceful flirtations with flippant
comments. Still, her arousal kept mounting until she was fighting herself
more than him. She found his straightforward but light-hearted manner
appealing, that and his undeniable manly good looks. He was no more than
thirty years old, younger than Arlene. Tall, muscular, rugged features,
always casting a virile but somewhat condescending smile.
All around her couples were casting knowing glances, not at their spouses,
but at the man or woman they were paired off with at the moment. Arlene
wondered how the husbands and wives could let their mates carry on so
blatantly. She would never let Hal. Hal would never let her. Once she caught
herself leaning hard against Sam, thrilling to the feel of his hip against
her waist. It was a definitely sexual sensation, and she quickly pulled away.
Then came two shocks within five minutes of each other. The first was the
sight of her friend Madge copulating in the bathroom with someone else's
husband. Arlene had been surprised to see them in the semi-dark room - the
door hadn't been locked. She stood frozen for several seconds, leaning
against the door while watching the fully clothed, perspiring twosome batter
each other on the bathroom floor. What kind of a party was this getting to
be? Minutes after tearing her excited eyes off the lascivious sight, she
encountered her second shock - this far more appalling to her than the first.
She had gone alone into the backyard for fresh air, and there she had spied
the incredible embrace of her own son and Barbara Carter. They were standing
in the shadow of the garage, their mouths open and locked to each other,
their tongues dueling. And Barbara was grinding her body against Billy like a
common prostitute. It can't be true! Arlene thought. This evil woman with my
own son! She almost cried out in rage and disbelief, but somehow she managed
to retreat into her neighbor's house unnoticed.
For the next ten minutes she felt numb. She defended herself against Sam's
pawing advances again and again. She noted with dismay how other men at the
party were fondling friends' wives. It was ugly, depraved. Arlene felt
sexually aroused, and she couldn't understand why. The horrible image of her
son in Barbara's arms kept flashing through her brain.
"The filthy pig!" she whispered aloud.
"What?" quizzed Sam.
"Nothing, nothing at all!" she replied bitterly to the man who sat beside her
on the couch, tapping his fingers on her thigh in time to the stereo. She
felt like telling him where his wife was - or had been. What kind of man
would let his wife wander off and seduce a teen-age boy? Maybe he didn't
care. Maybe he enjoyed having his wife make love with boys. She knew nothing
about the way any of these guests thought or acted. She felt so alone, so
very, very out of place.
Later she managed to feign a headache and excused herself. Bewildered, dizzy
with resentment, she walked across the front lawn to her own home. A dark
part of her was comparing the rather harmless embrace between Bill and
Barbara with her own bout with Ralph only twenty-four hours earlier. How was
she any better than Barbara? She entered her house, unprepared for what
awaited her.

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Chapter 8
Arlene stood in the shadows beyond the wide beam of light that came from the
open door of her son's bedroom. Never had she felt so lost and alone.
Fucking side by side on the bed were Bill and Barbara, and Judy and Jack! Her
own son! Her own daughter!
None of the four was naked. Obviously they didn't intend to spend much time
on the bed. They were fucking fast and hard-fucking for release only.
A choking sob of self-pity flared from deep within Arlene. Only a few months
ago her life had been in perfect order - and now it had come to this. How
quickly her house of security had crumbled. First her inability to refrain
from increasingly hot hours of self-abuse, then the startling discovery that
her moralistic husband was stealing from his company, then Ralph's seduction
of her own body, the sight minutes ago of her son embracing the neighbor
slut, and now ... it was just too awful to comprehend.
The bedspread and blankets were tossed back over the foot of the bed. Bill
was stretched out beneath Barbara, his cock sticking up through his open fly
as she squirmed crouchingly down on him. Bill's impressive young erection
glistened as the housewife, her miniskirt bunched up around her hips, fucked
madly. Judy's worn blue jeans - the ones she continued to salvage from the
throw-away box whenever Arlene tried to discard them - were lowered to her
hips. Jack's jeans, too, were pushed down. His trousers bunched at his knees
while his undershorts clung by their elastic waistband to his legs just below
his jutting penis. Judy's bare feet were raised, shaking lustfully in the air
as her boy friend drove his cock into her faster and faster.
Arlene wanted to burst into her son's bedroom and put a halt to the sexual
madness. Three teen-agers and that tramp Barbara. How Arlene hated the woman.
She had caused it to happen. Arlene's children would not have discovered such
perversion on their own accord.
The hot gasping passion stung Arlene's ears. The four on the bed were
bellowing out a storm of lust, and Arlene hated the sound more than she had
ever hated anything. She hated Barbara Carter more than she had ever hated
anyone. She watched as, beneath the grunting bulk of Jack, her daughter Judy
moved her hips in a way only experience could have perfected. Experience? Her
daughter?
Arlene fell heavily to her knees in the hallway. For some reason she could
never understand, her hand slipped under her skirt to touch her soaked
panties while her eyes remained hypnotically fixed on the activity on the bed.
* * *
Unaware that they were being watched, Barbara, Bill, Jack and Judy lurched
and twisted in a frantic race for climax.
Barbara circled her head excitedly, sending her black hair twirling about as
she jerked her hips and dug her knees into the mattress.
"Oh, Billy!" she wailed. "Fuck me! Oh, look! Look how your sister's getting
fucked!"
Bill gazed with hazed eyes at his sister, two feet away, who was lifting her
buttocks far off the mattress and mashing her pelvis into Jack's.
"I'm going to come!" Judy cried. "I feel so crazy - it's going to start!
Oh! Oohhh! Keep fucking!"
The bed sang in agonized rhythm as the two couples slammed their sex-maddened
bodies into the mattress.
Judy threw her legs out wide and teased her short-clipped fingernails across
Jack's biceps. His arms were straight pillars supporting himself so his
weight didn't crush the writhing girl beneath.
"Oh, oh wow!" Judy cried. "Jack! It's so good!" Had she known her mother was
watching her at that very moment, she couldn't have stopped.
Nothing could thwart her orgasm which was almost upon her. She raised up
fiercely off the bed, grinding her gooey pubic mound against Jack's. She
whimpered mindlessly. His hot erection throbbed within her pussy, and she
could feel each involuntary spasm of the rod as he drove it into her. His
face was twisted in pleasant agony, and Judy knew from past experience that
her boy friend was going to come any minute. She wanted his hot sperm to
splash into her seeping crevice. Her thighs ached, her belly screamed for
release. Her own wheezing breath mixed with his, and with her brother's and
Barbara's. It was all so fantastically exciting.
Now oblivious to the teen-age couple next to her on the bed, Barbara
concentrated on her own blazing lust. She gazed down at the sex-crazed face
of Bill. This was an especially exciting fuck for him, too. His eyes opened
and closed alternately. His mouth gaped hotly open. Sweat washed across his
cheeks and forehead in an endless flow. His breath was blasting out of him in
chaotic bellows, the scent heavy with sex because he had sucked her vagina
only a few minutes earlier. Barbara noted with intense pleasure that she was
driving her neighbor's son crazy. Never had she seen him so hot - not in the
fifty or so times they had fucked together. His hips were working up at her
with such youthful determination that her clitoris was blazing under the
hammering of his pelvis. Her knees remained folded beneath her, and she
clamped her nylon-covered thighs vise-like against his sides as she ground
around in hot furious circles. The sweat flowed from her pores, staining her
minidress as she struggled for her inevitable climax.
"Billy, Billy!" she cried in breathless elation.
Judy heard the older woman's cry, and the quavering sound triggered
cannonballs of desire in her young straining body. She was experiencing the
tentative muscular spasms that foretold her orgasm. It was the first time she
had ever shared a bed with a woman as old as Barbara, and the lewd thrill of
being fucked alongside a married woman made her own lust all the more savage.
Judy dug her bare heels into Jack's buttocks, sliding her feet around in the
slick perspiration that rained from beneath his shirttail.
She heaved her teen-age body up off the sheets one final time. She held
herself suspended, her groin crushing against her boy friend's, her thighs
bulging as she strained to keep all but her head and shoulders thrust upward
at his deep-thrust erection.
"Jack, now!" she screeched. "Now, now, now! Oohheehhhaaaa! Aaaahhhhh!"
Everything seemed to be pulling apart within her, muscles straining against
muscles, tendons stretched tight, jerking tidal waves of tension ripping
through her stomach.
"Give it to me!" she hissed, her teeth mashing together as her climax drove
her to the farthest heights of insanity.
Jack jammed his cock into her harder, grunting and perspiring because of the
exertion. He watched Judy's eyes fog over with the intensity of her climax.
Around her lovely, flawless face her hair was strewn in chaotic blonde
sunbursts against the white sheets. His groin tightened. His balls
constricted. His stomach felt inside out, his thighs quivered madly like the
flanks of a stallion being bothered by a fly. Then he was frozen and rigid
and growling out the beautiful agony of climax. He shot his load into her
convulsing cunt, shot a series of hot jets into her already drenched pussy.
He battered her back down to the mattress and collapsed atop her, his tall
body blanketing her smaller form as the sperm gushed from his taut testicles.
"Oh, baby, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Judy chanted as the shots of sperm splashed
against her womb.
While a white, creamy geyser of mingled male and female juices gushed from
Judy's pussy to coat her inner thighs and stain the sheets, her brother was
blasting his sperm into Barbara's convulsing vagina.
Barbara sat down heavily on the boy beneath her. She fell forward across him,
snapping her legs out from beneath her. She fitted her lovely
twenty-six-year-old body flat atop the perspiring teen-ager. She kissed him
fiercely as the spasms within her vagina milked every drop of semen from his
ejaculating cock. She wore no bra, and the fabric along the top part of her
one-piece minidress sent electric tingles through her as she ground her
thinly shielded tits into his sweat-soaked shirt.
"Billy, I'm coming so hard for you!" she gasped. A particularly shattering
spasm shook her entire body and made her black out for a second.
Bill said nothing, nothing intelligible. He garbled hotly, groaned, gasped.
The sperm kept ripping from the sensitive tip of his rock-hard penis. His
eyes were fastened to the couple next to him. His sister was grinding and
straining just as hard as she had the night he had fucked her.
Their fourfold simultaneous orgasm took more than a minute to die. Barbara
finally heaved a long sigh of fulfillment and collapsed. Judy's whimpering
ceased. Jack and Bill struggled to get their breathing back to normal.
Muscles relaxed, movement stopped, the creaking bed fell silent. There was
nothing left now except the smell of animal sex in the air, the sticky thighs
and sheets, and the unspoken desire to engage in one more quick repetition of
what had just occurred.
* * *
Arlene's eyes were fixed on Judy while her daughter climaxed. It was too
horrible, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Her own hands busied
themselves beneath her minidress, clawing harshly - sometimes teasing gently
- at the slick gooey flesh around her clitoris. Her fingers pried around the
edges of her frilly panties, tormenting her cunt lips as she knelt watching
the depraved scene on her son's bed.
She knew she should be physically ill; she knew she should be horrified
beyond reason by the vulgar, debasing sight. And, indeed, a part of her was
horrified, a part of her did feel sick. But there was another part of her
character, and that second part had complete control over her at the moment.
When she saw the hot grinding climaxes of the four on the bed, she suddenly
found that she was stretched out on the hall carpet going completely rigid,
quaking. There were five of them coming.
* * *
Ten minutes later Arlene witnessed something far more hideous than the mere
copulation between her son and Barbara, her daughter and Jack. She crouched
in the shadows, spying. She wanted to vomit, but she watched. And once again
her disgusting fingers wandered up under her skirt and began to play. Jack
was getting ready to insert his penis into Barbara's spermy cunt. And ... and
... God, no! Bill was about to penetrate his sister's vagina with his fully
erect penis. Brother and sister! Her son, her daughter! A groan, deep and
quivering, escaped from within Arlene. She watched. She didn't want to, but
she watched, and her hands were making her pussy hot all over again.
* * *
"Do it to her!" Barbara said in a lewd and excited voice. She was watching
Bill position himself above Judy. The girl was lying on her stomach, her
buttocks tight in anticipation, her thighs wide open. Bill's pink-purple
erection was held in his hand, aimed at Judy's tiny anus. Then he lowered the
angle, guiding the fanned-out crown of his cock against the foamy lips of her
stretched cunt. "Yes, fuck her!" Barbara continued to rant, feeling Jack's
massive cock sliding up and down against her inner thighs. "Fuck your sister,
Billy! I want to see it!"
Barbara had been lying on her stomach in a position similar to Judy's. Now
she jacked herself up onto her hands and knees and reached behind her thighs
to guide Jack's cock. His staff slipped quickly into her hot wet passage,
slicing all the way up until his pelvis ground against her buttocks. They
were both filmy with perspiration, and their bodies made a wet sound as their
flesh rubbed. Her head turned to the side, her eyes fixed hotly on the
adjoining couple, Barbara began to saw back and forth on her knees. She
gasped madly as she felt Jack's strong hands gripping her shoulders for
support. He began to lean over her, breathing down on her neck and matching
her thrusts as he fucked her from behind. Bill's penis was squishing around
in the sucking lips of Judy's pussy, and the sight was driving Barbara to a
pitch of desire never before experienced. "Oh, fuck me, Jack!" she whimpered
at the boy who was mashing his pelvis against her own ass while his penis
worked in and out of her clutching vagina.
Right beside the frantically rocking housewife, Judy was howling inhumanly,
hissing pleas of gibberish as her brother continued to tease and torment her.
His erection was only touching the outermost part of her cunt - and she
wanted all of the long shaft stuffed within her. She made rippling motions
with her buttocks, fighting to get the whole of his staff inside her. But her
position - flat on her stomach beneath him - didn't allow for much
maneuvering.
"Please!" she shouted.
And then she felt Bill pull his cock entirely out of her. She moaned in mixed
anger and disappointment. Then she felt him tugging at her hips, and she knew
what he wanted. His cock was being repositioned, the tip of it now pressing
against the resisting ring of her anus.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Yes, I want it!"
Ever since her first experience with anal intercourse, at the party at the
cabin, Judy had been eager to partake again of this newly found thrill. Jack
and she had done it a lot recently, and she had learned to come as quickly as
the regular way. Now it wasn't Jack who was about to ram his penis up her
ass. It was Bill. Her own brother.
"Oh, oohhh!" she groaned.
She reached behind her, stretching her arms down behind her back and
separating the cheeks of her ass with her fingers. Her anus was now
completely available to her brother.
"Wet it!" she hissed. "Reach down into my pussy and spread it around my ass!
Make it good and wet and then fuck me, fuck me, Billy!"
Judy's hot cries were turning Barbara into a seething animal. The housewife
kept her eyes attached to the brother and sister, grinding her own buttocks
back madly at the youth who was fucking harshly into her vagina. She bucked
back and forth with such force that the action sent waves across the
mattress, bouncing Judy's head about.
When Bill worked the head of his cock into his sister's pliant rectum, the
girl wailed a long, agonized, "Aaaggghhh!" Nearby, Barbara began to fuck back
against Jack more furiously. Jack grunted, trying to hold back his orgasm,
but the woman was jerking so crazily he was losing control.
Bill slipped his penis deeper into his sobbing sister. The pain was engulfing
her, but now it was easing. She was whimpering hotly as he gently slid his
stiff cock up her ass. He moaned deeply, bellowing, groaning. He began to
fuck in smooth strokes, becoming more savage as Judy became accustomed to his
presence. She began to buck up at him, impaling herself eagerly on his
deep-thrust cock.
"Oh, Sis!" he whined.
"Fuck it!" was all she could say. Her breath wheezed from within her, giant
forceful gasps and exploding gusts.
"Fuck your sister good and hard! Make the little bitch come!" Barbara ranted,
dazed with her own blazing need as Jack pumped into her grinding hips,
putting her near the edge of orgasm.
A thick aroma of sperm and perspiration saturated the room. The fucking
continued wildly, the bed being battered beneath the crashing forms of the
foursome.
* * *
In the hallway, Arlene was coming. Never before had her own fingers brought
her to such a devastating climax. Her legs were thrust out in front of her,
her buttocks bouncing all over the carpet as the juices flooded out of her
convulsing vagina to smear her fingers and further drench her sheer panties.
She supported herself by leaning against the wall. To have stretched out flat
on the floor while this orgasm swept her would have denied her the
opportunity to watch the fucking in the bedroom.
Her big, wide-open eyes feasted on the depraved sight of her son and daughter
engaged in anal copulation. Both had their jeans pushed down around their
knees, their exposed groin areas slick with sperm and perspiration, their
young bodies mashing hotly together.
Arlene kept her fingers dancing across the sensitive lips of her pulsating
pussy.
From the bed, the wicked Barbara cried, "Make her come, make your sister
come, Billy! Make her come all over the bed! She's such a hot little bitch!"
The evil woman's ranting caused the climaxing Arlene to shift her gaze
momentarily away from her son and daughter. She looked at the perspiring
housewife on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth acrobatically, her
miniskirt soiled and bunched up over her ass, her dark nylons rubbing against
Jack's trousers.
Slut! Arlene thought. Dirty, slimy whore! In her confused state of arousal,
her orgasm tearing through her mightily, she didn't know whether her contempt
was aimed at Barbara or herself. Her own appearance was equally lewd as the
woman's on the bed - legs spread, fingers up her cunt, minidress rumpled and
disarranged.
Again the obscene sound of Barbara's impassioned voice stung her. "Oh, look
at those two fuck!" the woman on the bed exclaimed. "Oh, look at Billy feed
her his cock! She's going to come! She's going to come like crazy and ... and
... so am Iiieeee!"
Judy reached over to touch the older woman's dangling breasts. While Barbara
began to tremor in climax, Judy rubbed her palm briskly across the
housewife's nipples, causing the woman to groan even more heatedly. Judy's
other hand left her own ass and went beneath her, sliding up toward her cunt.
She crossed the bottom hem of her blouse and found the golden-lined mound of
her vulva. She fingered her clitoris frantically as her brother continued to
fuck her squirming young ass.
Arlene kept coming. Her fingers dug into her panties, squeezing inside the
fabric, through the fabric, around the fabric, driving her own body wild with
sexual fulfillment.
She leaned heavily against the wall while sitting on the carpet. Her legs
stretched painfully in front of her, toes curled within her shoes. She began
to drum her heels against the floor as the final spasms shook her. Horrified
by her own words, she found herself whispering, "Yes, Judy! Come! Come like a
bitch! Make your brother come! Yeah, make him squirt it ... up your ass!"
Her sideline comments ended abruptly as her orgasm died. She felt numb for
several seconds, then horrified as she watched her darling daughter stiffen
and scream out in orgasm. Her son's white hot sperm gushed out of Judy's
asshole in a sparkling river, rolling down her thighs onto her panties and
blue jeans.
Arlene picked herself off the floor, tearing her eyes away from the perverted
spectacle. She heard the harsh sexual sounds, tried to ignore them, tried but
failed. Now that she had satisfied herself, the hot sounds of lust seemed
hideous and unwelcome.
Even after she entered the sanctity of her own bedroom and closed the door,
the creaking of Bill's bed and the mingled male and female groans continued
to haunt her.

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Chapter 9
She had taken pills to make her sleep, and now it was morning.
Bill and Judy had fixed their own breakfast and left for school without
waking her. The emptiness of the house seemed only to compound the tangled
state of her emotions. Last night she had seen her teen-age son and daughter
fucking each other. Yet it didn't seem to shock her as much as she felt it
should. Perhaps so many things had happened lately that she was becoming
stupefied. But she wouldn't, she couldn't let last night's incident slip from
her mind as if nothing had happened. She had to do something. She had to at
least say something.
She drank a cup of instant coffee, then dressed herself conservatively in
slacks and a boyish blouse.
It was clear to her now what she must do. She would go next door and give
that fucking whore Barbara a piece of her mind.
Arlene applied only a bare amount of make-up. She looked disapprovingly in
the mirror, studying the disarranged, slept-on hair that surrounded her
pretty face. She pulled the blonde strands straight behind her neck and
slipped a rubber band around the knot. She looked pretty, she knew, but not
as pretty as she was capable of looking. It didn't matter. She was going next
door to tell Barbara exactly what kind of a sluttish pig she was. Why should
she make herself beautiful to do that?
* * *
Arlene stammered when Sam Carter, not Barbara, opened the door. Wasn't he
supposed to be at work? Wordlessly, he left the door open for her, and she
followed him through the entrance hall and into the living room.
He looked like he had a hell of a hangover. He was wearing a wrinkled robe,
tied loosely around his waist. His hair was in shambles. His eyes were red
and not fully open.
"I came to see Barbara," Arlene announced coolly, remembering how vulgarly
Sam had pawed and fondled her at last night's party.
"Out shopping," he said.
His terse response left her with nothing to say, and she felt suddenly
deflated. She feared she would have second thoughts about telling off
Barbara, and she never would get the courage again to denounce the evil
neighbor to her face.
"I'll ... I'll come back later," Arlene said.
Then she felt Sam nudge her. He stood beside her, wrapping his long arm
around her shoulders.
"Stay. I'll fix you a drink."
Just the touch of his arm started curious tingles of desire racing to her
brain. She stepped away from him, saying, "No, I better leave."
"For God sakes, Arlene, stay and have a drink. No reason for you to be rude."
Despite his unkempt appearance, Sam's tone was authoritative and charming.
"Just one," she responded, the strange passion still raging in her belly. "I
really shouldn't, but ..."
He went to the bar to prepare her drink. Damn! What's wrong with me, anyway?
she mentally scolded. I'm hot! I'm sexually aroused! But why? Get a hold on
yourself, Arlene French! Don't you dare let him seduce you! He's going to
try, so don't let him! That one dirty little episode with Ralph the other
night ought to be enough to last you a lifetime! Now don't get horny, Mrs.
Harold French! Don't you dare get horny!
What astounded Arlene most about her mental state was the weakness of her
convictions. A week ago the mere thought of getting seduced by Sam Carter
would have sent her reeling in genuine horror. Now the seduction seemed
naughty, something to be avoided. Naughty. But not sickening. Was it true
what they said - that after the first time every infidelity got easier and
easier? She hoped not. She still had her sense of morality. What Barbara and
Bill had done last night was wrong. And what Bill and Judy - brother and
sister - had done was horribly wrong. But why, while she observed it
happening, had Arlene felt only lust? And why now was she less outraged than
she wanted to be?
She knew a basic change was occurring in her character, and she felt she must
fight the change with all her might. But did she have the resolve to fight
it? Was the new Arlene which now struggled for power any different than the
old Arlene? Had she always been potentially promiscuous? Had her supposed
prudishness been a disguise by which even she had been fooled? She had to
stop thinking these thoughts.
Sam brought her a drink and guided her to the sofa. He sat beside her.
She realized she had an excuse for leaving soon. It was eleven, and at one
she had to go to the jail to visit Hal. It would take her at least an hour to
get ready.
Five minutes after she'd positioned herself modestly on the sofa, she was
wrapped in Sam's arms, kissing him hungrily. She couldn't remember exactly
how it had happened, and she didn't care. She knew only that she was good and
horny, and she wasn't fighting.
He placed his palm on her slacks just above her knee. The contact electrified
her. Her breath was already irregular, her tits ached to be touched, her
pussy was wet and impatient.
"You're a pretty damn hot bitch today, Arlene. Hotter than you were at the
party." He mumbled the words around her tongue.
His kiss was more intoxicating to her than the drink she had only half
finished. She ran her hand across his rugged, handsome face, unshaven since
yesterday. His muscles felt good against her. He was so damn good-looking it
was driving her crazy. If he only knew just how awfully hot she was, he
wouldn't be wasting all this time on preliminaries.
A last pang of guilt stabbed her mind. She wrestled it aside by thinking that
she was getting revenge. Barbara had seduced her son and ... No, no. What a
bunch of crap. It had nothing to do with revenge; it had everything to do
with her natural physical need for sex. When finally she admitted this last
fact to herself, she was stunned - and she broke the kiss.
She felt suddenly that she had been imprisoned all her life, and now she
could be liberated. All she had to do was break the last barrier. She formed
the words mentally, the words she wanted to say. But she wouldn't dare. Women
aren't that blunt. But she had to say them. She felt so close to freedom, all
she had to do was speak out and decree her emancipation.
Sam had no idea that a mental war was raging in Arlene's mind. He planted his
lips back on hers, thrusting his tongue far into her open, eager mouth. After
ten seconds, she again pulled away.
The words seemed to flow from her now, and they came far easier than she'd
expected. "Sam, this is silly. I only have a few minutes, so let's not waste
them sitting here on the couch. Take me into the bedroom and let's fuck each
other! That's what we both want, isn't it?" Her tone was free of guilt.
She felt suddenly relieved. It was as if she were floating. Finally ...
finally she had spoken aloud and admitted to herself who she really was. A
sexual being. And it felt just beautiful.
The happily stunned Sam took her hand and led her promptly to the bedroom.
She giggled joyously.
She wondered how it was that she was thirty-three years old and just now
discovering herself.

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