Penny Driscoll - Sister_s husband

Beneath her, Jim could sense the sudden submissive surrender inside her… he could feel the soft silky pubic hair grazing in wisps against his nose and the sides of his face as Kay ground her buttocks slowly up against his face. She was his now – his! – he gloated. But just then, just when he knew that she was about to cum, that he was creating wonderful delicious shafts of pleasure inside her naked flesh, she kicked her legs upward and down in a surprise motion that caught him off guard. With lightning speed, she jack-knifed to a sitting position and leaped from the bed, leaving him sitting there, a shocked expression on his face, his nakedly thrusting cock protruding from his pajamas, hard and lust-bloated from the tension of waiting so long.

"Ooooooooh…oooohhhh… III'mmm, oh God I'm there!!!" Ginnie Reordon thrust her naked young hips forward jiggling her entire body with a tormented shaking motion that caused her impossibly erect little clitoris and tender cuntal flanges to grind unmercifully against Jim's wetly open mouth. Ferociously, he sucked back at her willingly presented pussy, bringing out the devils that danced inside her by starting a long, slow motion stroking with his tongue against the wide inner plane of her tight little cunt. His tongue created a maddeningly rising tingle within the young girl with each stroke and he could feel her every muscle tensed from the exertion of her coming climax. Feeling himself become more and more excited by the extent of Ginnie's arousal, Jim sucked wildly, his own neglected cock throbbing below and sending him mad messages of urgent need. Christ she was hot… what a hot little cunt! Then she was all arms and legs and bucking hips, and Jim felt her buffeting pussy strike with short explosive motions against his moistly working lips and tongue. Instinctively his hand went up to clamp across the young teenager's mouth, capping off her wild shrieks of pleasure, while he felt a gushing stream of orgasmic fluids inundate his already glistening face.

"Mmmmmnnnnoooooommmhh!" she moaned, her entire body twitching and jerking above him as he lapped insistently away at the continuing sensation of her orgasm. He felt it gradually subside as she moaned softly behind his hand. Finally, with a sigh of happiness, the cute teenager collapsed across his shoulder, and Jim's fingers found the soaking wet orifice of her streaming cunt. He began a fervent massage there, between the young girl's slightly parted thighs, and then he heard her sigh, "Oh… Fuck me… do it to me quick… quick! I want your big hard cock in me. Hurry!"

He begun unbuckling his belt when a loud buzzing noise filled his office. Ginnie jumped back from him, rapidly adjusting her panties and smoothing down her slightly rumpled skirt. Within seconds she was sitting on the chair across from him again, just as though nothing at all had happened.

"Damn it to hell!" Jim cursed, hurriedly pushing his swollen penis painfully back inside his shorts and zipping up his open fly. With one finger he pushed down the black button of his intercom box.

"Yes, Miss Folger. What is it?" he said tersely.

"The principals for the mortgage closing have arrived, Mr. Carroll. They're waiting for you in the conference room." There was an expectant pause.

Jim looked over at Ginnie who was applying lipstick, using a small compact from her purse.

"Tell them I'll be right there," he announced, flicking the intercom off with an annoyed gesture.

"I guess we'll have to continue this latter…" Ginnie said brightly. "I know just the place, Mr. Carroll… Here let me write it down for you… tomorrow night…" She was writing on a piece of paper from his memo pad, and Jim just found himself staring at the girl. How on earth was he going to get his mind on that meeting? He felt as though every brain cell in his head had been scrambled, and his big cock had been pumped full of hot air. It had been so close to happening!

"I'm not sure that I can…" he started to say, dubious about meeting Ginnie Reordon anywhere.

"Oh, but you have to… even if it just once… darling…" Ginnie leaned forward and suddenly planted a light kiss on Jim's lips. "It was nice… very nice… now you have to let me do something for you! I'll come by tomorrow to see if it's OK…" Then she was turning, moving for the door. Jim pressed the button that unlocked the door, and she exited rapidly, leaving him feeling as though he'd been struck by a thunder-bolt.

After a few moments he stood up, buttoning his coat and getting ready to go to the meeting. Then he remembered something and took out the over-draft sheets from the top drawer of his desk. He glanced along the list of names and account numbers. Sure enough there was Account Number 050-336-01… Virginia Reordon… OD 26.50. Jensen's Supply Store.

With a quick flick of his pencil, Jim wrote "pay" on the ledger and left the sheets out for his secretary to pick up. Then he headed for the conference room, clutching the piece of paper that Ginnie had written an address on in his fist, turning it over and over, the way the idea of meeting her there was being turned over in his lust-fogged mind.

The cup clattered as Kay Carroll replaced it in the saucer, spilling some of the fresh hot coffee she had just poured. "My hands are shaking!" she remarked out loud. The beautiful young wife was alone in her brightly lighted modern kitchen and, as she looked out of the window, she could see that it was beginning to snow again. The first winter storms had been late this year for the small upstate town, and now it seemed that they would have snow for Thanksgiving.

The reason for her nervousness was an envelope – which she held gingerly, as if it contained nitroglycerin. Kay turned the letter over and over in her hand, searching for some clue to its origins. But she found none other than the fact that it had been mailed in Granger. The mailman had placed it in her hand a few hours earlier along with various bills, and circulars, a Montgomery Ward catalog, and a card from her mother who lived in Florida.

Kay anxiously ran her fingers through her blonde hair and sat down at the table again. Jim had gone out of the house that morning without so much as a goodbye, and she felt suddenly very cold, and very alone. The summer house-dress that she had not yet put away, but continued to wear into the winter months, was definitely not warm enough for a day like this.

Kay wanted to get up to change… to put on something warm enough to compensate for the chill she felt to the marrow of her bones, but she did not have the strength. She looked at the note again. It was on cheap stationery, the kind one finds in the ten-cent stores, and the handwriting was almost childlike… big round letters made with a felt tip pen.

Your husband is going with an 18 year old girl.

See for yourself tonight!

A Friend.

An anonymous letter! Kay shuddered at the thought that someone would do such a thing to her. Her first reaction had been that it wasn't true… Jim would never be unfaithful to her… and yet something was wrong between them… something that they just didn't seem to be able to iron out.

Once more the young wife went through all the details of the night before. He had come home later than usual, and she'd had to reheat the pot roast she'd prepared for his dinner. She could feel that he'd been drinking by the way he was acting and by the scent of alcohol that emanated from him. She had been feeling particularly good that evening too, even good enough perhaps to let him make love to her that night. It was hard for her to build up to it, a very personal thing that was so delicate… just everything had to go right during the day… all the details of her inner psyche had to mesh correctly, and then Jim had to do everything just right. It had been very disappointing to have him come home that way… very sullen and obviously looking for a fight. Why, he had come right out and demanded what he called his "husbandly rights", and after the ordeal, they'd had that scene in the bedroom.