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CHAPTER ONE"Do you know your trouble, sister dear?" asked the long-haired blonde who sat with crossed legs on the sofa, her miniskirt riding the tops of her thighs. "You've bought the male propaganda that you're inferior because you don't have a prick."Brunette Barbara Walker's cheeks turned pink. "Katie! What a thing to say!""Well, it's true. That's the whole basis for this male supremacy bullshit. Men think they're such hot stuff because they've got cocks and we haven't. That's made them the aggressors in everything. They've enslaved women. Look at you, for instance. Bob married you and turned you into his servant-someone to wash his socks and have his babies while he screws around with the chicks at the office.""He doesn't ... play around with other girls. And please don't use those dirty words, Katie. My God, is that what they teach in college these days?" Barbara was shocked and amazed at the change that had come over her baby sister after less than a year at the university."I've learned a lot, I'll admit," said Katie. "I've had my eyes opened. Now I want to open your eyes before it's too late.""Well, I don't think you know what you're talking about." Barbara got up and walked to the patio window of her neat suburban home. "Bob and I happen to love each other.""Oh, sure. Love, " the eighteen-year-old said scornfully. "That's another thing. To men, love is a racket. That's the way they con women into slavery while they stay free as the birds, to do anything they please. Level with me, Barbara-do you really believe Bob hasn't fucked another girl in the two years you and he have been married?"Barbara whirled to face her, cheeks flaming. "Of course he hasn't! And I won't have you using words like ... fuck. They're filthy."Katie laughed. "They're honest, that's what they are. That's what shakes the squares. Barbara, wake up. The world is changing. Young people are seeing and telling it like it is. The old hypocritical shit doesn't make it any more."Barbara was aghast at the way her younger sister had been talking since she'd arrived less than an hour ago to spend her spring vacation with Barbara and her husband. What if she talked and behaved this way in front of him? He'd be scandalized, and Barbara would be terribly embarrassed.She crossed the room and sat down beside Katie. "Now listen...." she began, using the superior tone which she believed her four years of seniority entitled her to employ whenever the girls had a disagreement, "I want you to cut this out right now. I don't know what's happened to you, Katie, but Bob is a decent man and he's not used to hearing girls use four-letter words. Another thing," she added, tugging at her sister's hemline, "put on a dress that's a little longer. Good God, I can see your panty crotch every time you sit down."Katie laughed again. "You'd better be glad I'm wearing pants. At home I don't wear them half the time.""Home? That's at the college?""Sure. The apartment I share with three other kids-oh, I haven't told you about them, have I?""You said 'kids', not 'girls'. You don't mean to tell me....""That's right." Katie's blue eyes twinkled merrily. "Two of them are guys. Then there's Laura and me. Man, do we have some times!""Oh, God!" Barbara closed her eyes. "What would Mother and Daddy say?" Her eyes popped open. "You haven't told them, have you?""Shit, no! Do you think I want them to cut off my allowance?""Look ... Katie ... you've got to get hold of yourself, do you understand? Bob will be here in a couple of hours, and you can't carry on like this in front of him. You simply can 't.""He won't mind," the other girl said blandly."Well, I will! You'll embarrass me to death.""I guess that's your problem, isn't it?" Katie looked her right in the eye.She should never have invited Katie to visit them, Barbara decided. But how could she have known how her baby sister had changed? They hadn't been corresponding. Suddenly Katie had phoned and said she had a week's vacation coming up and no place to spend it. She'd gone home over Christmas and wanted to go somewhere else this time. It had been only natural for Barbara to invite her."Anyway, as I recall," Katie went on, lifting some strands of long, straight hair over her shoulder, "Bob is a lot more hip than you are. He's probably having a ball with the chicks at that big aerospace outfit he works for.""How can you say such hateful things?" Barbara demanded, her anger and frustration rising. "He isn't interested in other girls.""Wanta bet?" Katie's wise young eyes twinkled."I would, if it was anything to bet about. I'd bet a million dollars!"Katie laughed. "You'd better put up something you can afford to lose, sister-like your smug self-righteous attitude. I'm as certain as I am of sitting here that Bob's playing you for a sucker, like all husbands play their wives. That's why I'm not going to get married for a long, long time ... if ever. Anyway, who needs it? Cock is free."Barbara closed her eyes and lifted a hand to her face. She thought, This is awful! Bob's going to be terribly shocked when he hears her talk this way. Thank goodness he's decent and understanding or he'd order her out of the house. But he won't do that because she's my sister. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me.Just then the baby cried, and Barbara jumped up to go into the bedroom and tend to him. Katie sat where she was, smiling faintly to herself. She thought, This is going to be a ball!"Oooh, honey ... put it innnn!" the cute, young redhead moaned as she writhed with open thighs, her cunt rosy and moist with desire.Bob, who sat beside her on the bed, chuckled and trailed his fingertips down her belly to the tangle of fiery curls on her mound. The mound bobbed gently as he stroked it.His cock stuck up like a rocket, and Leslie grasped it. Her cool, slim fingers squeezed the pole of bone-hard flesh, and it throbbed. Its rosy knob swelled and darkened. A drop of clear lubricant oozed out its tip and hung there, glistening."Damn you, Bob, if you don't put this into me...." she whined."How about a finger first?" he suggested, and skidded his middle digit down her wriggly, wet meat. He wormed it into the mouth of her pussy and up her channel, which felt like moist velvet."Ooh, that's too small!" Lesley exclaimed petulantly. "I want your prick!""That's the girl," he said, as he stroked his finger in and out of her hole. "Ask for it like you mean it. What is it you want now?""I wanta be fucked!" she declared as she tugged at his turgid penis."Well, I guess you're ready, all right," he said, and swung to fucking position atop her."Ooh, yesss!" she exclaimed, and pulled his long, hard pecker toward her open cunt. She stuffed his meat into her snatch and moaned with delight as he drove it deep.She wrapped her arms-and legs around him, and Bob began to pull and thrust, stroking his rigid dick in and out of her warm, slick pussy. The going was very good. Leslie was just tight enough to suit him, and she wiggled her pussy nicely as he fucked it.Her body undulated against him like a rolling sea. She panted and whimpered with excitement. He twisted his head one way, then the other, gobbling up her red, stiff nipples for a quick suck.Now he ran his arms snugly around her and said, "Watch it, we're going to roll over."Before she had a chance to protest, he rolled, carrying her with him, and she ended up on top, her thighs tented widely above his loins. He gripped her lush ass and wiggled it as she assumed the principal motions of screwing. He bumped rhythmically upward. Her compressed titties quivered against his chest."Sit up," he said, and grasped her shoulders to help.She sat straight up.He took hold of her tits and played with them while her hips circled and pumped. His cock throbbed merrily in her gliding, rotating sheath. Goddamn, it was good!Why was a strange piece always so much better than what he got at home? Barbara's body was as good as Leslie's, and she wasn't cold. But he always felt a little trapped when he shoved his prick into Barbara, as if her pussy might snap on him and never let him go. With Leslie and the others, he could come and go as he pleased.Coming was what he was about to do. He squeezed Leslie's tits hard and pumped his prick up into her, rapid-fire. She caught the fever and moved just as briskly with him. She gasped and wailed, then climaxed just as he spurted his hot cum into her. It was perfect."Well, I've gotta be getting home," he said after they had separated and were lying on their backs, side by side. "Ooooh. Can't we try for another one?""'Fraid not. Barbara will have dinner waiting.""Perfect little wife, isn't she?" Leslie said with acid on her tongue."She's okay, as wives go.""Why do you settle for just okay?"Leslie was lying on her cheek, watching him.He grinned and said, "Because anybody else I married would be just the same ... or maybe not as good. Chicks are chicks. Wives are wives.""What a piss-poor philosophy that is," she scoffed."I happen to believe it's true. We all play out the roles that life gives us. Now me, I'm the perfect husband and father-solicitous and loving, working my ass off to pay the bills and provide my family with a secure future ... but grabbing a little fun on the side every once in a while, like today. You're a single girl, so naturally you're looking for a husband who'll let you sit home and take care of babies while he's out doing what I'm doing.""Shit on that!" she said vehemently. "If you were my husband, I'd know where you were every minute. There'd be none of this going on."He laughed. "That's what you think. That's what all girls think before they get married. But eventually they find out the truth and most of them accept it, just like husbands learn to put up with a lot of guff from their wives. That's the way the game is played.""Huh!" She angrily stared at the ceiling.He sat up and leaned over her, smiling. "But you're a damned good piece of ass, Leslie. And I hope I'm a good stud. What we give each other is a fair exchange. And since I'm honest with you, nobody's about to get hurt. Right?""Prick," she said. But she kissed him.They had arranged this motel date yesterday at the office where they both worked. That morning she'd called her supervisor from home and said she was sick. Bob had left the office early that afternoon, ostensibly to confer with the engineers of a subcontractor his firm did business with. He and Leslie had met at a bar down the street from the motel; they'd had a couple of drinks and he'd brought her here. Everything was neat and gossip-proof.Now he would go home to Barbara, give her a peck on the cheek and ask, "What's for dinner?"Oh. Wait Katie would be there today, wouldn't she?He smiled to himself. Little Katie. He wondered if university life had changed her. He remembered her as a cute little tease who used to flip her butt around the living room when he called on Barbara. Right after the wedding, he'd landed a job with his present employer and taken Barbara away from their home town. They'd gone back once to visit her parents and Katie, but that had been a year ago. Katie hadn't changed much. He bet she was a lot different now. She probably wasn't a virgin any more, for one thing. College studs always went after the virgin stuff right away.When he was in college, he'd deflowered two maidens himself and screwed a whole slough of more experienced chicks ... all while he exchanged loving, sentimental letters with Barbara. She had no idea he was playing around then, just as she didn't suspect it now.All part of the game.To Leslie he said, "Better shake your ass, baby. You wanta go into the john first, or shall I?"She cut him with a look. "I just may never go out with you again."He grinned. "You do or you don't.""I was right. You very definitely are a prick!"She got up and twisted her fanny into the bathroom. He laughed.After he got up, he spied her pink puff of silk panties on the floor where he'd tossed them. He picked them up, straightened them out, and gazed at them as he stretched the waistband between his hands. Cute. Smiling again to himself, he dropped the panties on the bed.He proceeded to gather his own clothes."Hi, mister engineer!" Katie sang out as soon as Bob opened the door. She ran across the living room to greet him.Barbara stood at the side with a worried expression on her face. She watched her sister press her ripe young body against Bob and plaster her lips against his mouth. They rocked back and forth as they kissed. Katie's pose, with arms lifted, caused the hem of her miniskirt to pull up almost to her buttocks.God! thought Barbara. I've got to put a stop to this."All right, you two," she said rather tensely, as she moved toward them.Katie's tongue was in Bob's mouth. He was trying to terminate the kiss, but this was difficult because he had to fight his own baser instincts as well as Katie's passionate spirit. He'd screwed Leslie only once today, and that was over an hour ago, so his prick was ready to go again. It swelled somewhat as Katie's warm, pliant tummy rubbed against it.Finally he backed her off. He took a quick breath and laughed nervously."Well, that was some greeting!" he said.Barbara spoke up, "Katie, you embarrassed Bob. Shame on you.""You didn't mind a friendly kiss, did you, Bob?" the young girl asked. Her eyes twinkled naughtily.Friendly? It was a hell of a lot more than that. He'd been pleasantly surprised. But he passed up the chance to voice his pleasure and glanced at Barbara as it to say, "What can I do? She's your sister.""Want a drink, darling?" Barbara asked, seeking to smooth things over."Damned right. Katie?""She's under age," Barbara said quickly, and turned toward the small bar at the end of the living room."Shit, listen to her talk!" chirped Katie. "I'll have a bourbon over ice."Bob grinned at the sexy blonde, now that his wife's back was turned. She gave him a wink."Hey, Katie, you've certainly changed," he said. "College life must agree with you.""It's the greatest! How does married life agree with you?""I couldn't be happier," he said immediately and with firm emphasis that pleased Barbara as she poured the drinks-three of them, because she didn't want to risk crossing Katie. But she made Katie's weak."You have a beautiful baby," Katie told Bob."Thanks. He takes after Barbara a lot.""You modest rascal," Katie said, and snuggled up to him. "You're mighty handsome yourself."Barbara turned to look at them. Katie was certainly singing a different tune toward men than she had that afternoon when the two girls were alone. She's just trying to get my goat every way she can, thought Barbara. What a fool I was to invite her here!The threesome sat down in the living room to sip their drinks. Katie grabbed the spot beside Bob on the sofa, as Barbara sat across from them. She noted that Bob glanced at Katie's exposed thighs a couple of times. Well, she couldn't blame him-those slabs of flesh were shapely and smooth, and they were revealed almost to her panty elastics. Katie wore briefs instead of panty hose, and her legs didn't show a sign of veins or other imperfections. Barbara envied her."Well, what's there to do around this pissy town?" Katie asked. "Is there any action?""Don't ask me," Bob said. "I'm an old married man."Barbara smiled to herself. That was a nice put-down for her impudent sister.But Katie wasn't bothered by it. She forged blithely ahead, "Haven't you two joined a mate-swapping club yet?""Katie!" Barbara snapped."What do you know about mate swapping?" Bob asked Katie over his glass."It's supposed to be real big in the suburbs. Sounds like fun. Of course, we have the same thing at college, but most of us aren't married," she added with a giggle."So you're not a virgin any more, huh?" Bob asked matter-of-factly."Oh, Christ!" Katie said. "I lost my cherry the first week I was away from home. And what a relief that was.""Katie, I don't believe Bob cares to hear about your ... escapades," Barbara said tartly.He didn't say anything. But he did some heavy thinking as he sipped his drink."You know, it's funny," Katie remarked. "I've gotten a lot more broad-minded as I've grown up, but Barbara seems to have gotten more prudish. How do you account for that, Bob?""Barbara's no prude," he said. "Are you, honey?""I refuse to discuss it. And Katie, please stop trying to show off. You're just proving how immature you really are.""Oh-ho! The big put-down. Well, years don't make maturity, and neither does marriage. Right, Bob?""You two certainly sound like sisters," Bob said, and smiled.Barbara gave him a critical look. He was taking Katie's impertinence far too genially.He stood up. "How about another drink?""No more for me," Barbara said sharply."I'll have another," Katie said, and leaned forward to hand him her glass. Her neckline sagged, and he gazed down at a pair of beautiful flesh-melons, which seemed to have no brassiere around them.He felt a little throb right where he lived.As he walked to the bar, he wondered just how far he could go with Katie ... and how fast. He would make the trip if it seemed safe. But she was so outspoken about sex that he doubted whether it would be.Barbara quickly moved to the couch to sit beside her sister. "Quit it," she snapped, under her breath.Katie just smiled.Oh, Barbara thought, how I'd like to slap her face!When Bob returned, carrying the two glasses, Katie deliberately parted her knees several inches. His gaze penetrated between them and traveled to her blue panties, where they clung to the ripe, womanly curve of her cunt.He felt another throb.Goddamn, he thought, if I don't look out, she's going to give me a hard-on!He handed her drink to her and got a sweet smile. He drew a glare from Barbara, because she'd noted where his eyes had been.He backed up and sat in the chair Barbara had occupied earlier. Katie crossed her legs carelessly. He saw more of her panties now-at the top of one thigh as well as at her crotch. He took a gulp from his glass."Katie was saying," Barbara remarked, "that she may not be able to stay the entire week.""That's too bad," Bob said, and fought to keep his eyes focused above her waist."I didn't say any such thing," the young girl declared bluntly. "My sister-your wife-doesn't trust me around here, I guess." She sipped her drink."Come on, Katie," Barbara snapped, her cheeks turning pink with anger as she stood up. "Come out to the kitchen and help me with dinner."Katie was slow to comply. She uncrossed her legs seductively and, when she was certain Bob's gaze was on them, she parted her thighs more widely than ever. He stared at the narrow strip of blue nylon between them and imagined what was on the other side of that shiny cloth.She stood up, gave Bob another wink, and walked lazily to the kitchen, swinging her tookus in a suggestive way.He didn't say anything, and he didn't get up for a while. He didn't dare; he had one beast-of-a hard-on!He sat there sipping his drink and thinking, Man, if only there was a way!CHAPTER TWOBarbara entered the master bedroom after attending to the baby, whose nursery was just across the hall. The guest bedroom, which Katie occupied, was next to the room Barbara and Bob shared.Barbara closed the door and took off her robe. Bob already was in bed.They hadn't been speaking since Katie had retired. Barbara was angry and Bob knew why. The evening had been one long flirtation on Katie's part, and he had picked up on it more than he should have. How could he help it? Katie was so young and lush!Now he would have to make amends by giving Barbara a damned good screwing. That is, if he could get next to her. She looked pretty mad.He grinned as she approached the bed. She fore a filmy, but non-transparent nightgown."Give me a little smile, hm?" he said."You!" Stony faced, she lay back the covers."C'mere." He reached and grasped her, pulling her down into bed, half atop him. As she writhed, uttering sounds of protest, he tossed the covers over both of them. He hugged her close. "Now quit giving me the business, will you?"He went for a kiss, but she twisted her face away."Listen, a wife can't be jealous of her own kid sister, can she?" he asked."I'm not jealous. I'm disgusted.""With me?""Partly.""I was just trying to be pleasant""You knew Katie was trying to bug me, and you encouraged her.""No, I didn't. But I didn't want to be rude to her, either. You wouldn't have liked that.""Well, the way she was behaving tonight, it would have been all right."He let Barbara relax against her pillow. "College has changed her, hasn't it?""You can say that again.""Well, it changes all kids, I guess."She looked at her husband closely. "You kind of like the way she's changed, don't you?""Baby, she doesn't mean anything to me one way or the other."" "Really?""Why, of course. She's just a kid, Barbara!""Well, I wasn't too sure ... the way you were ogling her and giving her those snappy comebacks.""Talk's cheap, baby, and so are looks. But this is what matters." He ran a hand between Barbara's legs and up to tickle her soft, hair-covered cunt."Mmmmmmmm," she purred. "Bob!"They kissed. His tongue stroked languorously in her mouth.Suddenly she pushed him away and said, "There's nothing doing tonight. I don't feel like it."He grinned. "Oh, yeah?""Yes! Get your hand out from between my legs." She pushed at it through the bedclothes.He let her have her way about the hand. But then he took a firm grip around her body and swung her on top of him. Her titties mashed against his chest. He pulled up her nightgown and grasped the resilient, wobbly cheeks of her ass, which he squeezed and rolled as she writhed atop him."Bob ... dam you ... don't!" she protested, but his crossed arms held her firmly in place while he continued to play with her fanny. This fondling, plus the fact that she was lying against his cock and balls and having her tits stimulated by his hard, hairy chest undermined her resistance.He caught her mouth and kissed it She gradually melted against him, and her tongue began to give little licks into his mouth, rubbing his tongue when the latter alternately withdrew from between her lips.Two of his fingers stroked between her rubbery, smooth buttocks, brushing back and forth across her asshole. The sensitive rosette tingled and its puckery little folds spasmed. He brought his other hand up her side and tugged a titty out from between their bodies. He thumbed the erect nipple through the gossamer nylon of her nightie and gave exciting little squeezes to the pliant boob.Soon he was able to roll Barbara onto her back without resistance. He lowered the top of her nightie, setting her tits free. She gazed at him with warm, soft eyes, and, when he bent to begin kissing her titties, she said, "Ooooh, Bob...." and ran a hand into his hair.His tongue tenderly stroked the discs around her nipples and buffeted the little towers themselves. He clamped his moist, warm lips around each titty-tip in turn and sucked it gently, laving the topmost portion of the nipple with his tongue.Her hand stole down his front to grip the stiff prick she'd felt pressing against her. Her fingertips admired the fullness of his glans and tickled the ridge which ran around it. She tickled its underside as well, and stroked its tip which was wet with freshly exuded lubricant."Come on and take me, darling," she said.