with his huge prick! The taste and smell were delightful, as was the feel of the thick shaft stroking between her lips while his fat cockhead throbbed between her tongue and palate. She had gotten so she enjoyed sucking Todd's prick as much as she enjoyed having him stroke it in her cunt. The mental satisfaction which she derived from the cocksucking was particularly intense. She didn't understand it, but the fact was undeniable.
Striving for a climax, Todd fucked her mouth with short, fast strokes. Her tongue and lips ached, as did the muscles in her throat, from the prolonged sucking. But she would soon receive her reward. She was as anxious as Todd for the ejaculation to occur.
Finally he moaned and jammed his great prickhead into her throat, neatly choking her. His balls released the hot sperm into the tube of his quivering rod and spurted it directly into her gullet. Every drop of the thick, slimy fluid slid down to her stomach as she continued gulping and lapping on his shaft with her lips, teeth and tongue.
In the middle of the deluge, she thrilled to her second orgasm of the night – and neither time, surprisingly, had there been any contact between her cunt and a cock.
After Todd's passion was fully spent, she let his dick slide away. She rose shakily to her feet.
He grinned at her and said, 'Okay, baby, let's go home.'
She fastened her dress while he stuffed his cock into his pants and zipped up.
She felt a mild burst of shame as they stepped out to the sidewalk, and he glanced around to see if anyone was watching them. The street was deserted at the moment, but she was sure she had been seen sucking him off. It only stood to reason that someone had glanced that way in passing. Perhaps they had even stopped and watched.
This thought at once shamed and stimulated her.
As soon as she and Todd reached her apartment, she began tearing at his clothes.
'Do you love me, baby?' he demanded, laughing. 'Better say you love me or I won't give you what you want.'
'I love you, I love you!' she declared passionately as she fell to her knees in front of him for the second time to suck his cock to renewed erection.
When she had given him a splendid hard-on, she grasped him by the hands and drew him down to the floor with her. She quickly slithered out of her dress and swung astride him.
'Oh, how I love to fuck!' he exclaimed as she impaled her cunt on his bone-hard shaft.
She immediately began bouncing up and down at a rapid rate, swinging her head and making her tits leap wildly about. He just lay there, smiling up at her, and let her do all the work.
'Ooh, that's ooh… sooo good!' she cried. 'Do you feel it? Damn! Oooh, shit!'
She climaxed just as his hot sperm geysered up and gushed into her quaking cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Two days later Todd received an answer from a college to which he had written seeking admission.
'They've accepted me,' he announced. 'That gets me off the hook.'
Sharon suddenly felt desolate. 'You mean you're leaving?'
'Got to, baby,' he said with a grin. 'But you'll be all right. Steve's getting home in about a week, isn't he?'
Todd winked. 'Now you'll really know how to treat him. Hell, he ought to thank me for teaching you how to swing.'
Her brother's reference to Steve and their relationship sharpened the conflict that had been building up in her mind. She was anxious to have her husband return home, but she didn't know how she would be able to face him. And she wondered if his lovemaking would seem too mild after the frenzied times she'd had with Todd.
Another question bothered her: Would Steve somehow find out that she had been carrying on while he was away?
She regretted having gone to the night club with Todd and having behaved so scandalously. What if she and. Steve were to run into one of those guys from the club sometime when they went out together?
Aside from these troubling questions, she hated to lose Todd's company.
His company? she thought. Don't be silly, girl! It's his fucking that you're going to miss. And the luscious taste of his big, stiff cock! Be honest with yourself, at least.
Todd immediately packed his things. He asked Sharon to draw some money out of the bank to cover his traveling expenses and admittance fees at the new college.
'I'll call Mom and Dad as soon as I get set,' he said. 'After that, they'll pick up the tab.'
'Are you sure?' Sharon asked. 'They're probably angry with you for not keeping in touch with them.'
'I'll snow 'em with some kind of a story,' he said. 'I'm good at that,' he added with a grin.
She decided that her younger brother had turned into a very bad man. But she loved him in spite of it – or maybe because of it. Perhaps Steve was too good for her, she speculated. This brought on a new wave of doubt and guilt.
But she didn't feel guilty about sex any more; only about two-timing Steve and screwing with her own brother. Those were real sins, she thought, any way one looked at them – whether love was involved or not. The love she felt for Todd made the sins bearable, but it didn't make them right.
She bid her brother a tearful good-bye at the bus station and returned home to her lonely apartment. She didn't know how she had tolerated it during the long, dreary months before Todd had arrived.
That night she tossed and turned restlessly. Her mind dwelled on delightful memories of what she and Todd had done during the nights they had spent in that bed – sucking and screwing, sleeping for a while, then waking up to suck or screw again. Though the memories were delightful in themselves, they were tormenting now.
Her stiff nipples ached for the touch of Todd's lips, and her pussy burned in anticipation of his stroking fingertips or deep-reaching, rigid prick. She scissored her thighs together in an effort to ease the torture, but this only heightened her stimulation.
Finally she had no choice but to toss off the covers and spread her legs so that she could run her own fingertips up and down her moist, tingling slit. More blood coursed into the cuntlips, and they pushed outward of their own accord, inviting her to stick her fingers inside.
She did so, starting with one slender digit, then adding a second. Together they weren't as thick as Todd's cock – and certainly not as long – but they gave her a limited measure of satisfaction as she stroked them slowly in and out of her hole, rubbing her clit each time.
She panted and writhed.
Erotic pictures flashed in her mind. She saw Todd's standing prick, and jammed a couple of fingers into her mouth while she kept diddling her pussy with her other hand. She imagined that Todd was fucking her at both places at once – impossible as that would have been. But in her mind the practical difficulties were bridged, and she wholeheartedly enjoyed the vivid fantasy.
Then suddenly, in the midst of her reverie, she chided herself for thinking about Todd when her husband was about to come home. Why couldn't she imagine it was Steve who was with her? She asked herself.
This produced more problems, and the erotic pleasure faded. Steve would never, never let her suck his prick, she feared. He undoubtedly regarded that as a sinful perversion, just as she had. They had never even dared discuss such practices.
Oh God, she wondered desperately, what am I going to do?
She gradually settled back into the fantasy, placing Steve in Todd's place – but only with respect to her cunt. That was the only part of her Steve had ever, or would ever fuck, she believed. She stroked two fingers in and out of her hot, slippery hole, imagining that they were Steve's rod, and her pleasure began to build once more.
She moved her fingers faster. She panted and moaned. Her pussy bobbed against the penetrating strokes of her hand.
'Ooh… ooh…' she moaned. 'Steve… ooh, darling… baby… oh, screw me, screw me!'
No! she thought. I mustn't say that! If he ever heard me use a word like 'screw' or 'fuck', he'd be shocked!
Again she lost her grip on the comet of desire, and lay motionless on the mattress. She sadly removed her
