now, come to think about it. And anyway, your memory isn't so hot, because that was the old maid he was eating the oysters with, not his mother.' He chewed on a tomato, then said, 'What was the name of that movie again?'
'Tom Jones,' she told him. 'But didn't you think it was sexy?'
'I would've felt a lot sexier if I hadn't had to go get those damn potato chips at the snack bar.'
'Look,' she said, taking the tomato out of his hand as she slid down on the floor beside him.
'Hey! Whatcha doing?' he protested, leaning a little away from her.
'I want to show you something,' she said, fishing a cherry tomato out of the green plastic basket. As she pulled off the tiny leaves and the stem she said, 'Didn't you ever think that food could be sexy?'
Rich looked at her suspiciously, the can of Vienna sausages in his hand. 'You wanna screw again?' he asked her. 'Wait 'til I get something in my stomach and then…'
'No, no,' she said, grinning. 'But look.' She pushed the cherry tomato against his lips, but held it back as he looked suspiciously down at it. 'When you get it in your mouth, don't bite it. Push it against the roof of your mouth with your tongue and break it open that way.'
'What's that supposed to do?'
'It's sexy,' she said. 'Try it.' She pushed the tomato into his mouth and watched him hold it there for a minute.
'Who ever heard of a sexy tomato?' he asked, talking around the tomato.
'Go ahead and try it,' she urged him. Then she watched his face as he broke the tomato against his palate. 'Well?' she asked when he had swallowed the tomato.
'A tomato,' he told her. 'Nothing sexy about that.'
Valerie sighed. 'Look,' she said, taking another tomato out of the basket. 'This time I'll do it, then you kiss me and break the tomato with your tongue.'
Rich laughed. 'Okay,' he said. 'But then I want to eat in peace. If you want to feel sexy after that, then we'll fuck some more.'
Valerie put the tomato in her mouth and leaned forward a little to kiss him. His lips tasted of Vienna sausages, but his tongue was hot as it slipped past her lips and pressed against the ball of the tomato. She helped him break the tomato by holding it in place with her own tongue, and she shivered a little as the tart juice exploded over their dueling tongues.
'How was that?' she asked when they had parted lips.
'A lime sexy,' he admitted. 'But it was because we were kissing.'
'Do it again,' she told him. 'Only don't think about the kiss. Concentrate on the texture of the tomato, how firm and smooth it is at first, and then the pressure it takes to break it and the sort of salty-sour taste of it and the feel of the insides against your tongue.'
They did it again and when the tomato was broken, Valerie pushed it into his mouth with her tongue and rubbed the tomato flesh against his palate and over his tongue.
When he had swallowed the pulp he smiled at her and she said, 'How was it that time? Didn't it feel even a little bit sexy?'
Rich grinned. 'Without the seeds,' he conceded, 'a warm tomato tastes sort of like a cunt.'
Valerie giggled a little. 'That's more or less the idea,' she said, 'though I think you could've phrased it more delicately. I suppose if they could grow hairy tomatoes without the seeds, you'd never have to bother a woman again.'
Rich eased his hand through the folds of her housecoat and said, fingering her silky pelt, 'It doesn't replace the real thing, Sis.'
Valerie pushed his hand away from her cunt. 'Eat your sausages,' she said. 'And wipe your mouth off. You've got grease or something on your lip.'
'Now if you want to try something sexy with food…' Rich said, grinning. He waited until Valerie reached for her wine glass, then he flipped the hem of her bathrobe up and deftly stuffed his Vienna sausage into her cunt.
Valerie nearly spat her wine all over him. 'Oooo!' she gasped. 'That's cold.'
'It'll warm up in a minute,' he said, pulling her hand away when she tried to pull the sausage out. 'After you marinate it a little.'
Valerie giggled. 'It looks like I've got a little cock down there,' she said, pulling her bathrobe up to get a better look at it.
'Or a Godawful big clit,' he said, sliding the sausage in and out of her cunt.
'You're right,' she giggled, feeling the cold meat lubricate the tip of her clitoris with its jellied grease. 'It would make a damn poor cock!'
They both laughed as she tightened her cunt around the sausage, squeezing it out like toothpaste from a tube.
'Go ahead,' she giggled. 'Eat my little cock.'
'I ain't no fag,' he said seriously.
Valerie frowned, then pulled her bathrobe up a little more and said, 'Okay then. Eat my big clit.' And she smiled as Rich lowered his head between her legs and sucked one end of the sausage into his mouth. 'Oooo! That's no fair!' she cried as he pushed the sausage back and forth in her labia, his nose tickling her pubic mound as it grazed through her hair.
When he sucked the sausage out of her cunt and began to chew it up he grinned at her and said, his mouth full, 'Pretty good sauce.'
Valerie giggled, but in the back of her mind she couldn't understand how she could be indulging in this game with the same man who had so brutally abused her earlier in the afternoon.
'Try another one,' she urged him, not wanting to think about her conflicting emotions. 'Only don't lose it in there!'
Rich dipped out another sausage from the can, saying, 'If I lost it in there you could walk around all the time feeling like you were getting fucked.'
Playfully, she pushed him in the face. 'Be serious,' she said.
Rich made a face like a deadpan comic. 'Be serious, she tells me,' he said to the tin can, 'as she asks me to poke a sausage up her snatch!'
Valerie took off the bathrobe and tossed it to the other side of the coffee table as Rich sucked the grease from the sausage. Then she snuggled down on the floor until only the back of her head was resting on the couch.
'Did you know I have a flat back of the head?' she asked him. 'My mother and father were poor. The Irish are always poor. And they didn't have a baby basket or anything, so they kept me in a dresser drawer, and I got a flat back of the head.'
'The Kennedys are Irish,' he said, fitting the sausage into her cunt again.
Valerie gasped shallowly as the cold meat slid into the moist clutch of her cunt, and her thighs twitched as her brother-in-law twisted the sausage against her clitoris. 'There's more than one way to be poor,' she said.
Then she parted her thighs and let him roll between them to eat the sausage out of her cunt. She could look down and see one end of it in his mouth, the other end gripped softly by her cunt. He didn't pull it out, but twisted it back and forth with his lips, the end of it rocking slickly against her clitoris. She could feel her cunt and his mouth warming the meat that connected them. Her upper thighs quivered and she giggled at the same time, very softly, as the warmed sausage was twirled within her. She could feel the ticklish oozing of her juices around it and she was again reminded of how very little it took to arouse her sexually.
Then Rich poked the sausage deeply into her cunt with his tongue so that only the very end of it protruded from her inner labia. She felt her outer lips close over it and for a second she was afraid that he had lost the sausage inside of her. But then he pressed his lips against her outer labia and drew hot circles around the end of the sausage with his tongue. The sausage swooshed hotly over her erect clitoris as Rich sucked it quickly out of her cunt like a child eating spaghetti. She wondered if she could have an orgasm this way, but when he pushed another sausage into her cunt she saw the same animal look in his eyes that she had seen when he had brought the dog in to fuck Jeanne. And she knew that, however boyish he looked, her brother-in-law would never be able to make love to her innocently, the way Jim had done in the beginning. And, although she giggled and quivered
