Chapter 6
Known to her friends and neighbors -- and her own family --
as the "perfect" wife and mother, Marie Jenkins looked the part
so accurately she could have done TV commercials selling
detergents or, better yet, bath oil.
At thirty nine, Marie was still strikingly curved, with fully
rounded, high tits, a slender waist, lush hips, and legs that
were the envy of a lot of young girls in town.
Her face was remarkably clean-cut and wholesome, as if she'd
lived in a sort of spiritual grace all her life. Yet there was
a strong hint of sensuousness in her glowing dark eyes and
ripe, heavy lips. She was extremely sexy, but in a quiet,
wifely way, because she always dressed quite modestly and used
very little makeup.
In front of her family and friends, that is.
On this warm, balmy evening she mentioned casually to her
family-- her husband, Phil, her son, Don and her lovely daughter,
Cindy -- that she was going to play bridge still again with her
new friend, the nurse, Vivian Whitaker.
"Gee, Mom, you must be getting to be a real whiz at bridge,"
remarked Cindy with a warm smile. "That's about three or four
times this week."
"It's sort of easy to get addicted to," her mother said
softly. She stared at her daughter for a few moments, noting
something definitely different about her "baby girl", as she
still called Cindy.
Her daughter definitely wasn't a girl any more. There was a
burning gleam in her eyes, a flush to her skin, a sort of
animal sex-appeal she radiated that was very powerful.
Marie immediately guessed that Cindy had lost her virginity,
a fact that both dismayed and excited her. To what lucky boy?
Marie resumed serving her family dinner, a little disturbed.
She would have been considerably more disturbed -- and
violently excited -- if she'd known that Cindy had lost her
cherry the night before to her strapping, handsome son, Cindy's
brother, in a torrid sucking and fucking session.
Or that she'd just come from a savage, depraved sex-clash
with young Sally Owens.
Thus the Jenkins family quietly ate their dinner, each
absorbed in their own lustful secrets.
Don furtively eyed his little sister, an immense hard-on
throbbing in his pants, a drop of jism seeping out as he
recalled her madly sucking pussy and mouth the night before.
Cindy returned his hot glance with just the barest of nods.
Tonight again, for sure. Since her lustful encounter with
Sally, she was anxious to rush back to her massively hung
brother to make secret comparisons. She'd already decided she
and Sally and Don would definitely have to make it together at
the same time.
First her own brother, then Sally. Who could possibly be
next?
If Cindy knew, she might have come right there at the dinner
table, while her father watched her hungrily.
And while Phil Jenkins had his own fierce throb in his cock
at that moment from watching his luscious young daughter, his
mind was really on Sally. It would be her first night at the
theater, and after last night, he could barely wait to get her
back in his office. Goddamn, that was a sweet, juicy little
cunt!
As Marie Jenkins stared dreamily at her plate, barely
nibbling at her food, her heart raced with excitement. Tonight
it was her turn to get tied down, to play sex-slave to Vivian
and her lover, Jim.
Last night it was Vivian's turn. Tonight would be the first
time Marie would allow herself to be put in such a helpless
position. The thought of the vicious black whip and especially
the monstrous dildo made her shiver at the dinner table.
If her sweet, wonderful family ever found out, she would die
of pure shame, she told herself. All of them so innocent and
trusting ...
So was she, until she'd met Vivian a month ago. God only knew
what strange attraction the slender, strange-eyed nurse had for
her -- or what eerie sex power she exerted over Marie, but in
her presence, Marie felt weak and helpless and deeply thrilled,
her mind racing with the most depraved and fiercely twisted
urges.
Violent sex-urges which were now a stark reality.
In twenty-two years of marriage to her husband, Marie had
never been unfaithful once, until she'd met Vivian. As sensuously
beautiful as the dark-haired wife and mother was, she was
basically a small-town girl who believed in old-fashioned
virtues -- motherhood, fidelity, a warm and loving atmosphere
at home, clean, beautiful and wholesome children.
And she'd succeeded, too, because here she was at dinner,
surrounded by her affectionate husband and sweet, innocent
children. Of course, her son Don played around with girls an
awful lot, but that was only natural at his healthy age. She
even took a mother's pride in his conquests.
A frown crossed Marie's face when she realized Cindy might no
longer be a virgin. In these modern, hectic times a girl
couldn't be expected to hang onto her cherry forever, but
still, Marie was upset because Cindy hadn't confided in her, or
come to her first.
Tonight when she got home, Marie would try to ask Cindy for
the truth. As long as it was a nice boy ...
Now that dinner was almost over, hot waves of guilt and shame
swept through Marie's ripe body How could she betray her
beautiful family like this not just by having a sex-affair, but
with a strange, cruel woman and her boyfriend?
Twenty-two years of humdrum marriage might have had something
to do with it, she realized. A fling, that's all she was really
having ...
If you could call what she did with Vivian and Jim a fling,
acts which were more in the nature of a nightmarish orgy. Being
teased, humiliated, whipped, raped, sucked and fucked by both
sexes was hardly a fling!
At seven-thirty that evening, after her husband had left for
the movie-house to open up for the night, Marie also left the
house for her destination, leaving Cindy and Don home by
themselves.
She wouldn't have felt so horribly guilty if she'd known her
husband and children were going to be as wildly occupied with
sex as herself for the next few hours.
In fact, she would have been shocked out of the erotic new
panties Vivian had given her the night before, the sheer black
crotchless panties that exposed both her luscious pussy and
tender asshole. She would keep them on tonight while Vivian and
Jim teased, whipped, sucked and raped her.
The town's perfect wife and mother trembled with fear and
delight as she drove shakily to Vivian's apartment. Marie told
herself she'd already lost her self-respect, her dignity, her
morals and her pride, so she had nothing left to lose tonight.
But she was wrong.
She still had her sanity. And by the time the vicious, sex-
crazed nurse and her mad-animal boyfriend finished binding,
teasing, tormenting and ravaging her silky flesh, Marie would
discover her mind hanging by a single thread ...
* * *
They were waiting for her in Vivian's apartment, casually
drinking and smoking and chatting. The sleek blonde and her
lover wore robes, but beneath Vivian's long robe Marie could
see misty black nylons and five-inch heels, a sight that
quickened the housewife's breath.
Vivian had one of the sexiest bodies Marie had ever seen,
totally unlike her own voluptuous curves. There was something
sinuous, almost snake-like about Vivian when she was naked or
clad only in bra and panties and nylons and heels. Her skin was
very soft and creamy, utterly pale, with delicately shaped tits
and huge red nipples, slender, almost boyish hips and very long
slender legs.
The nurse squeezed Marie's hand when she arrived -- she
didn't hug Marie affectionately because what Vivian did to sexy
girls and women had nothing to do with affection -- and handed
her a martini.
She continued to chatter as though she were at a cocktail
party in San Francisco. While her boyfriend watched Marie
through dark burning eyes that made her skin shiver.
Vivian was a nurse at the county hospital, having arrived in
town less than two months ago. Marie didn't know what Jim did
for a living. Nor did she care to ask. He too was tall and lean
and there was even a faint similarity to Vivian in his facial
features, a fact that should have rung a bell in Marie's small-
town mind, but didn't.
All Marie knew about Jim was that he was quiet -- too damn
quiet for comfort -- had an incredibly big prick, and could
fuck for what seemed like an eternity before be shot off his
rocks, which made him the perfect lover for Vivian, whose own
sex-drive was frightening.
Marie quickly gulped her martini down and gratefully took
another one, beginning to relax. She noticed that Vivian had
exceptionally heavy makeup on tonight, garish, blood-red
lipstick against her pale face and dark eyeshadow over her
strange hazel eyes, giving her a vampire-look.
Jim and Vivian were obviously big-city people, so what
attraction could they possibly see in a hick town like Pacific
Gardens? Unless, of course, they'd been forced to leave the
city for some bizarre reason ...
It was this same slick veneer and sophistication that had
originally roped Marie in, though.
Vivian and Jim were totally different, and the first night
Vivian invited Marie up to her apartment for a cozy chat and
coffee -- they'd met at the hospital, where Marie was a
volunteer worker -- the sultry blonde had seduced the lush
housewife so fast and so slickly, Marie could barely recall the
details.
One moment she was sipping a martini and the next Vivian was
kissing her and finger-fucking her, then going down on her with
ravenous skill, giving Marie an orgasm with her diabolical
cunt-sucking that almost blistered her mind and flesh.
Marie was hooked after that, finally finding secret
excitement and thrills in her monotonous small-town existence.
Then Vivian had introduced Jim to her, and they started the
threesomes, getting more violent and weird every time.
Until tonight, which Vivian called Fun-and-Games night. Last
night the nurse had been tied down on the queen-sized bed and
Marie was commanded to tease and whip her before she went down
on her and used the colossal dildo to relieve the blonde's
madly sucking pussy.
Marie had obeyed, but it had been a halfhearted effort. She
used the whip timidly and when she plunged the massive cock
into Vivian's hot slit, it was with caution. She just didn't
have the viciousness in her that this kinky kind of sex called
for.
Tonight it was her turn to be bound and Vivian's turn to do
the teasing. And as she watched the pale-faced nurse, tiny
shivers of apprehension rippled through Marie's satiny flesh.
Vivian's eyes were hot and excited and burning with
anticipation. The nurse wouldn't have any trouble being the
aggressor.
The whole trouble would lie in stopping her crazed passion
once it got violently aroused ...
Suddenly Vivian gulped down the rest of her drink, stood up
and slipped her robe off. Marie sucked in her breath. The sight
of the nurse's sleek, willowy body always excited her deeply.
Tonight Vivian wore a sheer blue bra, low-cut with most of her
small creamy tits exposed, a pair of matching crotchless
panties, and sexy nylons and very high heels, emphasizing her
beautifully tapered legs.
She grabbed Marie's hand and led her to the bedroom, chatting
cheerfully all the way as if they were going to a tea party.
Jim followed, his somber eyes gleaming on Marie's lush curves.
In the bedroom, Vivian undressed Marie, leaving on her sheer
black crotchless panties. The panties had tiny erotic figures
embroidered onto them in various positions of oral and regular
sex. A close examination revealed some of the intertwined
couples were women, others two women and a man. The panties
were very expensive, Vivian was not one to bitch about money
when it came to sexual pleasure.
Now Jim stripped, his skin pale like Vivian's, his body also
lean. From his dark bush a gigantic hard-on loomed, a vivid
crimson compared to the rest of his white skin. His prick was
not unusually thick but it was extremely long, as Marie had
found out to her horror and eventual ecstasy when he'd shoved
it brutally up her ass a few nights earlier.
Jim was a lot like Vivian, except strangely silent most of
the time. It was easy for Marie to see that Vivian called the
shots virtually all the time with Jim. They were so much alike
physically, though ...
The moment Marie's tits were bared, Vivian clutched them in
her hands and moaned as she crushed them to her own small tits,
rubbing her steaming cunt lewdly to Marie's. She rammed her
tongue into Marie's mouth, and for a minute simply stood there,
making lustful fucking motions against the housewife's dripping
crotch.
The mere touch of Vivian was enough to start the strange weak
helplessness in Marie's trembling flesh, the eerie desire to
humble herself completely before the sultry nurse, to kiss her
ass reverently and lick her pussy and turn into a grovely sex-
slave.
Silently, Jim handed Vivian a short black whip as the nurse
jerked her pussy feverishly to Marie's. Then Vivian quickly
stepped back, her eyes blazing with fierce excitement.
"Kneel down and lick my cunt," she whispered. "Suck me off,
honey. Move it!"
Trembling, Marie got on her knees and grabbed Vivian's hot
ass in her fingers. Closing her eyes so she could concentrate
on the exquisite feeling of guilt and shame, she squirmed her
wet mouth to Vivian's burning pussy and lapped deep with her
tongue. Oh Christ, if her husband and children saw her now!
Kneeling before an obscenely sexy blonde, licking at her cunt
like a dog in heat, and loving every juicy moment of it ...
The whip suddenly came down and tore across Marie's jutting
ass and she screamed.
"Suck it, damn you!" hissed Vivian, one hand clutching
Marie's head to crush it brutally to her squirming cunt. "Give
me a decent blowjob, for Christ's sake, don't lick at it like
it's a lollipop! Eat, you hot bitch, eat it!"
Tears in her eyes and her trembling ass quivering with the
hot lash of the whip, Marie dug her mouth harder to Vivian's
soaked cunt. The taste of Vivian's pussy was surprisingly
sweet, unlike her personality, and she'd perfumed her pussy-
hairs so at least Marie's nostrils and lips and tongue were
flooded with pleasure -- even though her asscheeks were in
agony.
The blonde was now fucking Marie's mouth with obscene lunges
of her slim hips, slow, savage jerks of her hot cunt to Marie's
face, deep animal groans coming from her throat. She brought
the whip down over Marie's ass without warning every thirty or
forty seconds, swinging it in a vicious arc to bring muffled
screams of pain from the housewife's numb lips.
Then Vivian was coming in long spasms, brutally smearing
Marie's face with her cunt-juice, tossing the whip aside so she
could crush her victim's mouth to her oozing pussy with both
hands in a fierce lust-grip, grinding her crotch to an obscene
rhythm while her small tits heaved feverishly.
"Ah, you hot loving bitch, that's ... mmmm! good!" she
hissed, shudders of ecstasy ripping through her pussy. She rode
Marie's mouth wantonly for almost five minutes while she came
in violent climaxes, hunching slightly in her standing position
to fuck her ripe lips.
Silently, but with his eyes gleaming, Jim watched his sister
rape the stacked housewife. He'd long ago lost count of the
girls and women his sexy sister had seduced and then tormented,
for his pleasure as well as her own. It was the only way Jim
could get his huge prick up, watching two women in action, but
one of them had to be his lust-crazed sister.
She'd spoiled him, the beautiful, greedy bitch.
They'd lived together for four years now, Jim posing as her
boyfriend and, at times, her husband, while they shared hot-
breasted, ripe-assed women like Marie. The whole lewd mess
began when she'd come to his apartment one night almost five
years ago, desperately horny, she'd told him. He was a swinging
bachelor in San Francisco in those days, and he did all right
by himself -- damn good, in fact. But once he'd had violent,
unforgettable sex with his own insatiable sister, something
weird happened inside him.
He became gradually addicted to her fingers and mouth and
wild cunt, because she could get his rocks off like no other
woman in existence. And then one night she confessed she was a
switch-hitter. She went out, picked up a girl in a bar, brought
her back to his place, and on that night the bizarre games
began. He'd seen two women make it before and it always turned
him on, as it did most men.
But he'd never seen his own sister in action with a girl. And
it was hypnotic to watch, so exciting he'd shot off just from
witnessing her first session with a pretty girl. She'd done
exactly what she was doing to the lush housewife right now,
made her kneel down and suck her pussy while she whipped her
gorgeous ass, and then capped the depraved exhibition by
throwing the whip aside and crushing the girl's face to her
boiling cunt with both hand's and riding her mouth with mad,
lewd groans of pleasure.
He could never figure out exactly what it was that Vivian
had, but whatever it was it melted girls and women like butter
in the summer sun. They became whimpering sex-slaves to the
slender, sharp-faced nurse, eager to humble themselves and be
harshly commanded by her. And she was a bitch to live with,
sharp-tempered, demanding, haughty, selfish.
But he couldn't break away from her, either. He'd tried it
once, and goddammit, he couldn't even get a hard-on without
her! She was raw lust, almost evil she was so exciting to watch
in action. Another switch-hitter had once told him his sister
was a bitch-goddess, that all women secretly wanted to be
disciplined and when Vivian doled it out, they craved
punishment from her the way a junkie craves dope.
Maybe so, he admitted, but, he added bitterly, he was a man,
so how in the hell did she get him snared in her web? Why
couldn't he get his rocks off unless it was with his own
sister, or while his sister was present when he fucked another
girl?
In desperation he'd gone to a psychiatrist, and the fish-eyed
bastard had listened to him without blinking an eyelid.
All in his mind, the shrink assured him. His erections would
return in time if he left his sister, not for a while perhaps,
but his dependence on his strange sister was purely mental.
Possibly Jim had wanted to fuck his mother and never having had
the chance now substituted his sister.
Then the shrink, having elicited some lusty details about Jim
and Vivian and the girls they shared, asked a very sensible
question:
Why did he want to leave his sister anyway? Jim had to think
seriously about that one. While he brought some girls for their
orgies as well as Vivian, it was his sister who got the grade-A
pussy, the luscious knockouts like this country-fed housewife
now ravenously sucking her off, on her knees like a slave.
He had all the juicy cunt he'd ever want, mainly provided by
Vivian. So why did he want to break away?
Because, Jim told the solemn little twerp of a shrink, he
wanted to feel like his own man again. He didn't want to be
anyone's flunky, least of all his own sister's But as long as
he couldn't get a hard-on without her, he felt compelled to
stay with her.
At this point, the psychiatrist shrugged. In the first place,
he told Jim, he had a lot of patients who would give their fat
bank accounts to be in his shoes. Jim should meet some of their
dumpy wives. And second, the shrink solemnly told him, what was
wrong with being impotent? He had patients, young, healthy
patients, who hadn't had an erection in years. That didn't stop
them from eating pussy.
He himself, the twerp admitted shyly, hadn't had a hard-on in
six months. As a matter of fact, he'd love to meet Jim's sister.
Jim stalked out of his office in disgust and never went back.
But the psychiatrist had set him to thinking deeply. He could
leave Vivian but could he go for six months without a hard-on?
And suppose the little bastard was wrong, suppose he could
never get it up again without watching his lewd-lipped sister
in action with another gorgeous piece of pussy?
All this had happened just three months before, in San
Francisco. Since then they'd had to leave the city when a girl
Vivian brought home and tied down and whipped and teased and
brutally raped turned out to be underage. And went to the cops
afterward ...
They'd barely gotten out of that one with their skins intact.
Vivian's cunning saved them. She'd gone to talk to the mother
when the girl threatened to press charges, made it with the
girl's horny mother and the girl was persuaded to drop the
charges.
When they'd left the city, it was the mother who was making
it with her own daughter ...
Normally, Jim wasn't nearly as silent or grim as he appeared
to be. When he'd been a swinging bachelor, he'd been easygoing
and cheerful, until Vivian had made it with him and started her
strange games with other girls. Maybe the slinky bitch was
evil, he'd thought at times. Or maybe that was just his lurid
imagination, from seeing too many horror movies.
The truth was, Vivian was possessed only by an unusually
strong sex-appeal and a cruel, dominating nature which brought
out the weak, helpless side of other women, the lost little
girl in them. And their desires to be punished and sexually
abused.
And she was so fantastically exciting and obscene to watch
with other girls, vicious and lust crazed and sexy with them,
that her brother simply got hung up on her. It was true he'd
failed to get his massive cock up the first two or three times
he'd tried fucking other girls away from her, but had he
continued trying only once or twice more, he wouldn't have had
any problems.
So he was the victim only of his own obsession with watching
Vivian in hot action, and his false conclusions.
Any man watching the sultry, wild-eyed, madly swinging nurse
in action would tend to get hung up on her. She didn't just
rape a girl's mouth, she made a major Hollywood production out
of it, hissing and obscenely clutching their faces. to her
boiling cunt, grinding her crotch in slow, sinuous gyrations,
raving incoherently, doing a dance of lust with her entire
slinky body, wiggling her tits and hips and ass in a poetic
ballet of raw desire.
When Vivian fucked a girl's mouth, her thrilled and terrified
victim never forgot it. The same held true of any sex-act the
slender nurse inflicted on them. Vivian gave an unforgettable
performance with every girl or woman, a lewd exhibition that
was an art form in itself...