Blonde Suzie Halford walked slowly through the forest, her gaze wandering from Jim by her side to the jumble of ridges marching off in the distance in their various shades of green and gray. She'd been a little sorry that Carl and Verna hadn't been at their cottage when they'd stopped by a few moments ago, for she loved her brother and liked his bride, and it would've been nice to see them again after last night. But then again, she wasn't too sorry, for when Jim had returned from his extended breakfast with a carton of groceries and assorted liquor, he'd told her about the plans for a party that evening, and so she knew everybody would get together then. Besides, it was extremely pleasant just being alone with Jim, hiking through the wooded and rock-strewn wilderness. It seemed strange to her that Jim acted intent on following a particular route, one without a defined path but which meandered through the shrubs and trees. One that required him to pause occasionally and look around, listening closely, as if he were on the track of some stealthy forest animal. But this was only a fleeting thought to her, for her young heart was beating rapidly with other more important matters.
The sordid and painful events of her wedding night still preyed heavily on her mind. The more she considered them and her prissy behavior with Jim this morning, the more she became flushed and angry with herself. Jim had conquered her out of passion and lust, not love and tenderness, but she could not blame him, not really. Perhaps she had made a mistake by abiding by her mother's puritan lessons when Jim had been overtly persistent about having her before their marriage. She had been too prudish in their sexual relationship, she now realized, and his brutal attack on her had been brought about by her lack of understanding of his frustration. But it was going to be different from now on, she pledged. She was still too inexperienced to know exactly how to do it, but she was firmly resolved to try and become the lover he desired and needed. Good Lord! She was a grown-up married woman now, and it was high time she discarded at least some of her Victorian hang-ups! Possibly if she had done so a long time ago, as Jim had urged, none of last night would have happened… and at this very moment they would be in each other's arms making beautiful love…
She trod softly over the thickly grassed earth, smiling slightly with the dream of her new resolutions, plucking off an occasional burr that stuck to her thin blouse and short, pleated skirt, glad she'd decided not to wear stockings or panty-hose on the walk. Jim, a step ahead of her, spread a tree branch aside that was in their way, and then, waiting for her to pass, said, "I… I wanted to apologize for last night, Suzie. It must've been pretty rough on you."
She smiled at him wistfully, shaking her head. She couldn't seem to find the proper words to answer him, so she remained silent for a moment, and Jim, evidently taking this as a rebuff, tried to comfort her some more.
"You were so breathtakingly beautiful, standing there, nude," he said contritely, feeling his penis throbbing between his legs. God! How he wanted to fuck her again! But he knew his chances of hauling her down on the ground where they were and ramming it to her was out of the question. Mental victory would have to come before physical victory, and the time was not yet ripe for that. He continued to look sad-faced at his bride, his true emotions so lacking remorsefulness that he feared she'd see right through him. "I… I don't know what got into me," he added lamely, "maybe the devil. The devil made me do it."
"No, darling," Suzie whispered, awkward with her own feelings of guilt and embarrassment. "It was me. I'm more to blame than you are, and what you told me this morning is right. You're a man, while I…" she ended the sentence in a woeful sigh.
"And you're a woman," Jim murmured softly. "One hell of a woman."
"Am I?" she questioned despondently. "I wasn't… I wasn't when you needed one, Jim, but I promise you this. From now on, I'm going to do everything I can to be a woman. All the woman you can handle!"
"You will be," he promised her. "You'll see, you will be!"
I hope so… for the sake of our marriage and love, I hope so! She turned away from him to hide the sudden surge of tears that were blurring her eyes. "L-Let's rest here a moment and then go back to the cabin, darling."
Jim hesitated, looking around as if earnestly seeking something, frowning slightly. "No… not just yet, if you don't mind, Suzie. I… I feel sort of fidgety today, and you know how much I like to hike in the country. Let's go on a bit further."
Suzie nodded mutely, a small twinge of despondency coming over her. He doesn't want me again yet, she thought miserably. He's afraid to take me back to bed and fail, and that's why we're wandering through the hills this way… She walked after him without question, figuring that it was she who would now have to show patience and understanding, and again promising she'd try harder when the next chance arose. She caught up with him as they strolled through the thickly aromatic pines, and, pressing her hand into his, she brushed her nubile body against his often in the cool, dim woods. The gentle caress of knee-high grass and wildflowers against her bare legs felt comforting to her, though, and the bright songs of the birds clustered in the trees overhead added to her naturally buoyant spirits. Every few minutes, she would catch the rustle of some darting small animal, or the scratchings of a chipmunk as it clawed up the bark of a fir. It was as if she were entirely alone with Jim in a world of peace and tranquillity, and, as she continued walking, the distraught young bride began feeling a little more relaxed and calm…
Soon they neared a small, secluded glade, sheltered by tall trees and thick, lush foliage. The ground was covered with spongy moss, and she could hear the trickling of a stream off to one side. They worked their way a little closer through the shadows of the trees, and, just before they were going to step out into the clearing, they heard another sound. With Jim's hand holding her back, Suzie leaned forward, puzzled…
They were the oddest noises she'd ever heard in her life! They didn't sound like they were from a large, wild beast, for they were sighs and groans that seemed more human than animal!
Then… "Oooohhh shit! You suck like Aphrodite!"
Suzie froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude obscenities she'd just heard. Her face contorted with confusion, and she turned to her husband, her breath choking in her throat as she asked him, "Wha-What was that?"
"I don't know!" Jim lied, knowing full well what it was. He hadn't tracked Verna and Carl halfway to Nevada for nothing! "It sounded like a man," he continued, trying to act perplexed. "It sounded almost like… like Carl!"
"My brother? No, it can't be!"
Her protests were cut short by the sounds of more lewd words, this time muffled and from a woman's lips. Suzie couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Verna's!
"I love it! Yes, yes, I love the taste of your prick! Mmmmm!"
Suzie was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Jim Halford. She wanted to run, to flee from what her senses told her was an impossibility – but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the squeaky attic door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the ground, but the earth was too soft and her husband's strength too much. They rounded a few more trees and slipped quietly through a growth of tall brush, the moans of passion becoming more distinct.
"You like having a blow job, don't you, Carl?"
"God Almighty, yes! I love it! So sweet, so sweet…!"
There was silence for a moment, and Suzie heard the rustlings of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man – no longer just a man, but her brother Carl! – moaned and sighed with his burgeoning delight.
"Look!" Jim suddenly hissed in her shocked ear. "Look over there, by the creek!"
Suzie took one quick glimpse, and abruptly she felt as if she would scream. Instead, she raised the back of her hand to her lips in convulsive horror and swallowed heavily. "Oh… no!" she gasped behind her covering hand. "I don't believe it!"
What she had seen was her twin brother Carl lying spread-eagled on a large blanket, completely naked, rolling his blond head in ecstasy while Verna knelt between his legs. The curvaceous black-haired bride was as unclothed as he, and she was moistly running her ovalled mouth up and down over Carl's thick, jutting penis, her expression that of a woman possessed.
Suzie leaned against a tree trunk, unable to move. "I… I simply can't believe it!" she gasped again.
Jim chuckled quietly and folded his arms across his chest. "Christ, Suzie, it's plain to see. They're making love!"
The young girl tried to blot out the perverted scene in front of her. Dear Lord! That wasn't making love – what they were doing was unnatural – a sinful and depraved act! Carl knew that, he'd been raised properly… but there he was… how could he be… how could her twin brother be… be…? She couldn't even find the words to express the horrid view! Then Suzie realized that Jim was speaking again. She wrenched her mind to what he was saying, asking, "What? What was that?"
"I said, isn't it a wild thing to watch?"
She twisted her head to stare at her husband, not sure she could believe what she'd heard him utter, or the grinning, hot-eyed expression she now saw on his face. "You don't mean that you… approve of what Carl and Verna are doing, do you?" she blurted out incredulously. "They're… like animals!"
"Don't be too sure about that, rosebud!"
"It's awful! They've gone crazy!"
"Who can tell what should or shouldn't be done in passion? It's a very strong emotion. Everybody needs passion to make themselves happy, don't they? Isn't that what you've been telling me today? To make the person you love happy?"
"Y-Yes," she agreed hesitantly. "But doing… doing such a wicked act can't be a part of such happiness!"
"No? Take a good look at my sister and your brother. I think our twins are making each other very happy!"
Suzie felt confused and bewildered, and, even though she felt that she was right, she wasn't in any condition to be arguing morality. She blinked heavily, trying to clear her mind of blurred thoughts, thoughts of the previous night and her unwilling initiation into sexual practices, and of her promises today that she'd learn how to be a woman. Did it take such evil acts to please a man? No, it couldn't! It was sinful just to consider such perversions, much besides lower oneself to perform them. Or… was it? Suzie seriously began questioning her frozen values, wondering if she was incapable of ever knowing what a man wanted or required.
What was sex? Jim had taken her in the normal way last night, but it had left her cold and frightened. Where was the fire she assumed should come! Was it really the brutal coupling she'd experienced and it would never get better for her – or was it this untamed lust that drove people mad like she was witnessing now? The thought raced through her shattered mind – what would it feel like to be so passionate – what should it be like?
"We can make love that way," Jim said softly, dropping his hand gently on her quivering shoulder. "I can teach you…"
"No… no, never!" she moaned, squirming from the touch of his brushing fingers. "I won't, I can't! It's wrong!"
She could sense a strange, light-fingered tingling beginning between her thighs, one which she could not understand and instinctively felt guilty about feeling now. They were lewd stirrings like she'd never felt before, and they scared her as they grew stronger and more persistent. She involuntarily pressed her buttocks together, squeezing her thighs tight in an effort to quiet the mysterious sensations.
"Look at them," Jim said, pulling her closer to him. "Verna's enjoying it, and so is your brother. Aren't they?"
"Yes, yes they are," she breathed, her eyes locking against her will on Carl with his legs wide apart and his enormous cock sunk all the way up into Jim's sister's clasping mouth. She could see clearly his glistening thick shaft disappearing into the softly rounded lips of Verna's face. It was almost swallowed to the hilt, only a tiny stretch of it left showing, wet and quivering. His bride's expression was contorted into the most depraved portrait of ecstasy Suzie could ever have imagined. God, how Verna must feel, she thought. And I've never felt that way… And the spontaneous thought made her squirm slightly as she stood staring at the couple on the blanket, her mind still unable to fathom the weird fire that was mounting unwantedly deep in her loins.
"Jim," she whispered almost hysterically. "We must go! We have to… right now! I can't stand it!" she quavered, tears filling her eyes.
"We'll stay until they're finished, rosebud," he said firmly, almost severely, "If they heard us now, they'd be very hurt and angry!"
"But… but we can't just stand here spying on them!" she gasped. "Th-That's not right to do!"
"Well, maybe it is and maybe it isn't," he laughed softly, "but they won't know, so it can't hurt them, right? Besides, you might just learn something!"
Suzie's heart skipped a beat at the obscene suggestion. Voyeurism! How sordid! It was far worse than going to one of those X-rated movies, for this was like peeking into a window into the privacy of someone's home! Yet, in spite of her revulsion to the idea, she could not seem to pull away from Jim or even shut her eyes to blot out the shocking tableau. She had to look – the obscene spectacle was mesmerizing her. Her mind rebelled – to watch her beautiful sister-in-law toying with the nakedly squirming body of her own twin brother was depraved and lewd! She knew she should demand that Jim take her back to the cabin, but now even her voice seemed to have deserted her.
She stared mindlessly as she heard the deep gurgling from Verna's throat only a few feet from her. Carl, the delirious grin on his face widening, was taking her hair more brutally in his hands and swinging her head up and down while he thrust upward to ram his lust-thickened penis deep into her eagerly sucking mouth. Suzie held her breath. She was certain Verna was going to choke from the sheer brute size of his erection… but she did not. She milked it hungrily as if she'd waited all her life for something this delicious and filling. Suzie couldn't help watching in horrified fascination as Verna's elastic lips puckered with all their might on the virile penis fucking her in the mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the outstroke and expanding obscenely on the instroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of raw lust that made Suzie wince, its very urgency bringing a moan to the younger girl's lips. Suzie found her tongue nervously curling her lips, and an odd sensation of tickling wetness spreading from the swelling lips of her tender vagina to drench the front of her thin white panties.
Jim had dropped his other hand to her shoulders and was moving behind her now, but she hardly noticed it as she concentrated on the despicable position of the couple in the clearing. The unfamiliar aching inside her belly was beginning to grow hotter now and spread upwards to the nipples of her defensively hardening breasts. She shuddered as her husband leaned forward and teasingly described in lust-inciting terms, the actions she was viewing. His lips dropped to her ear and he was whispering moist obscenities into it – using words she had always considered vile but which now seemed suddenly strangely exciting. Again she pressed her thighs firmly together, determined to resist the strange emotions which were building curiously inside her loins.
"It's exciting, isn't it, rosebud?" he whispered to her. "The guy out there is your brother, and he's naked so you can see his cock, his nice hard cock that my sister is sucking the living hell out of…"
"You don't have to be so… so graphic!"
"Why not? Why not call it as you see it? It's exciting! I want you to do that to me, too!"
Suzie felt her stomach lurch and a clamminess crept across her body. She stiffened, moaning, "Don't ask me to do that. Don't… don't ever! What do you think I am? A whore?"
"Is Verna a whore?" Jim placed his hand up inside her open-tailed blouse and rested it on her bare stomach. Suzie couldn't deny that his touch sent a thrill through her. Already being aroused unconsciously from the obscene display on the blanket, but that didn't change the fact that her entire upbringing had prepared her to be repulsed by this… this filth!
"Stop, Jim," she mewled. "Please don't make things worse than they are!" She tried to pull away from his caressing hand, but then there came a different sound from the clearing, and her eyes once more feasted upon the carnally locked couple.
"Verna…!" Suzie heard her brother panting. "Verna, I want to… fuck you now! Got to fuck you now… come on, come on, baby, let me fuck you now…"
Verna ceased her maddening licking of his penis and stopped the delicious gentle digging of her teeth across his rock-hard shaft of flesh. Almost reluctantly, she released his cock, letting it slide from her mouth and trail a white thin strand of lubrication with her wetly gleaming lips as they pulled away. She turned her face up to him, her eyes burning with desire and… yes, with adoration, too. He could see that clearly. She rolled over on her back with her legs pulled up and her knees pressing back against her breasts and spread wide the pink, passion-soaked petals of her waiting vagina in lewd supplication to her new young husband.
Carl rolled over, poised above her. He had to fuck her, and he had to fuck her now! If he didn't he was going to blow his wad; he was going to shoot his cum all over her nakedly quivering body right where she lay beneath him!
"Take it in your hand, Verna," he whispered fervently. "Take my penis in your hand and put it up between your legs for me! Do it now!"
"Yesss, lover!" Verna reached between their bodies and grasped the saliva-slickened penis with a twisted look of delight. He levered downward while she guided his hardened cock toward the hair-rimmed juicy mouth of her pussy, using its bulbous head to part the pubic curls and full, fleshy lips of her cunt. Her entire being twitched and leapt with abandonment as their bellies smacked together and Carl strained to shove his entire blood-heated length deep inside her vagina.
Suzie stood motionless as she watched her blond, twin brother begin the slow deliberate grinding of each long stroke, and for some reason instead of the utter revulsion she expected to feel, there was a further quivering between her moistening thighs. She closed her eyes and pressed back against Jim's chest, but still the pleasurable vision of Carl's glistening cock raced through her mind.
Suddenly, her husband's hand snaked higher along her naked stomach, and she felt her right breast slowly being massaged through the flimsy material of her brassiere. She was momentarily powerless to stop it. She could feel Jim's thumb working around the rigid bud of her nipple, and delicious sensations darted electrically through her flesh.
"He's fucking my sister," Jim whispered provocatively in her ear. "Do you see your brother fucking?"
"Yes, oh yes," Suzie murmured back in a daze, the lewd description pervertedly arousing to her. "Yes, I do…"
Jim continued to taunt her barely clad breast, grinding his pelvis tightly into her clenching buttocks. He slid his other hand down around the soft swell of her thighs, and her body jerked slightly in panicked realization of what he was doing.
"No, Jim, we can't… can't do this!"
"Why not? They're fucking; aren't they?"
Suzie's numbed brain whirled. "Two wrongs… don't make a right… Jim, please don't do this to me!"
Her husband's only answer was a soft, smug chuckle. He held her closer to him, his big hands continually moving as they caressed the trembling spheres of her smooth firm breasts and fondled the tight, panty-encased cheeks of her buttocks. Momentarily, she struggled, but then she realized the total futility of the situation. She didn't dare scream or run or make any sort of scene… to have her brother discover she'd been standing here watching him would be far too embarrassing to endure! And then she became aware of a hardness sliding along the crevice of her buttocks, sliding with the same graceful rhythm as Carl's cock was pumping in and out of Verna's pussy.
It's Jim's penis! My God! He's got an erection! He's aroused by what he's watching!
"You see, Suzie?" Jim murmured in her ear, almost as if he'd read the jumbled thoughts swirling in her brain. "Passion is good. They're enjoying it; they're enjoying every wonderful second they fuck. It feels good to them, the same way it feels good when I touch your breasts. The same way my cock feels good between your ass-cheeks!"
"No, no," she whimpered, but in her heart and mind, the answer was a gathering yes, yes! Terrifyingly, the young blonde bride realized this, even to the point of breaking through her barrier of repression and blurting: "Yes, I like it, Jim. But oh God, this is for home and… and bed! Not here!"
"Why not here? They're here, aren't they?" He leaned forward and pressed his moist lips against her ear again, whispering: "Bend downward – I'll fuck you from behind!"
"Oh God, no! No, not like a dog, and not here! I told you, I can't!" she panted between clenched teeth, unable to stop his obscenities from exciting her strangely. "No, I can't…"
"Yes…! We'll fuck and watch at the same time!"
Her nipples were quivering distended nubs of passion, and the odd sensations which she'd become to realize as the signs of sexual excitement were coursing freely through her now. Involuntarily her hips began to churn back against her husband's penis, drawing it closer and tighter into the valley between her buttocks. Her breath was becoming heated and gasping, her nostrils flaring as her passion-filmed eyes continued to stare at the wildly fucking couple only a short distance from her.
Suzie groaned in unwilling surrender as Jim bent her forward with the pressure of his body, his hands working feverishly on her swollen breasts while his pelvis ground against her own undulating buttocks. He held her in that position for a moment, her muscles feeling like rubber to her and in no condition to resist, and then he took the hand which was on her breasts and brought it back. He pulled the hem of her skirt upwards, teasingly, until her slender thighs were bared and the twin panty-covered cheeks of her buttocks were in full exposure to his lascivious greed. Then bunching her skirt around her waist and letting it hang free in front, he rubbed his fingers slowly, exploringly, over the silky softness of her panties, tracing lewdly down around the secretion-moistened crotch band and pushing the flimsy material up into the cleft of her vagina.
Suzie moaned almost inaudibly.
"It feels good, doesn't it, rosebud?" her husband cooed salaciously in her ear. "My fingers feel good on your pussy, just like your brother's cock feels good in my sister's cunt."
"Yes, it… it feels good," Suzie bleated mindlessly. And it did feel good, so good that she felt unable to put up even a token resistance to stop it.
Now Jim's fingers were inside the waistband of her thin white panties, pulling them down over her trembling hips to expose their lush curve to his lusting gaze, letting the dainty peek of her hair-fringed pussy entice him to further indecencies. He drew her panties down over her thighs, parting her legs slightly to puddle them around her ankles. Then he raised one of her feet and then the other, removing them altogether, and he stroked her nakedness with the velvety tips of his fingers.
Suzie was breathing so harshly, she could have been heard and discovered by the passionate couple screwing on the blanket. But nothing short of an earthquake would have burst through the layer of unleashed emotions which steadily seethed as they strived for their climaxes. Carl and Verna moaned and lashed, twisting and thrusting and hammering their naked loins voraciously up against each other. The wet sounds of his hardened penis pistoning in and out of her sensitively flowering vagina were loud, and the slap of his aching testicles against her squirming buttocks were like repeating rifle shots. Verna's fingernails dug harshly into his taut-muscled back, and Carl's hands were cupping her flanks, kneading and squeezing the firm, resilient flesh and assisting the clasping muscles of her clenching pussy around his jackhammering cock.
"Cum, cum, cum," Verna chanted. "Cum, baby, cum!"
And in response, her young blond husband increased the tempo of his fucking in a savage assault into the eagerly milking belly of his bride.
"I'm going to fuck you now, just like that!" Jim hissed in Suzie's ear. "I'm going to shove my cock inside of you and love you something fierce! And this time, by shit, you're going to love it!"
The tormented young girl could only think: Yes… love me, darling, make love to me and make me love it… I want you to so desperately.
Jim pulled the crevice of her tight, firm buttocks wide apart with his fingers, revealing more of the salaciously enticing furrow which was hidden up between her well-formed thighs. He spread her naked pussy slit still wider, trailing his hand down and underneath to tickle her clitoris and make her groan in mindless delight before he plunged his middle finger deep into the moistly welcoming slit of her cunt.
Suzie mewled subserviently as she felt his lewdly prodding finger worming up inside her clasping vagina, and she rocked back uncontrollably to help him finger-fuck her deeper. She quivered expectantly as he removed his other hand from her buttocks and she heard the sibilant sound of his zipper behind her. Then Jim eased his now freed penis forward, sliding it in the hot, wet folds of his bride's vagina, his hard, rubbery cock-head eager to invade the pinkly quivering channel lewdly presented to it. Suzie felt the blunt tip slip in between her thighs while she watched with lust-glazed eyes the fucking her brother was giving Verna.
"Ohhhhhh!" she breathed in helpless protest, but Jim's hardened penis continued to worm thickly forward and stretch the elastic opening of her cunt. Dimly she remembered how she'd feared his entrance last night, sure that she'd never be able to take all of his massive thickness. Now, once again, she felt as if she were splitting apart down between her legs, and automatically she clenched her buttocks together as if to ward off the painful invasion.
Jim grinned with unadulterated lust as he stared down at his helpless, innocent young wife bent over half-naked before him, the angry red shaft of his cock disappearing up into the softly tickling blonde hair of her cunt from behind. He fell forward in a sudden rush of passion, burying his penis like a ravaging battleaxe into her tender belly without mercy or thought of injury. The soft lips of her pussy enclosed his rutting manhood in gentle velvetness. He stroked slowly outward, then shoved back in, making her gasp with pleasure-tinged pain.
"Like it this time?" he panted down in crazed tormentation.
"Ohhhh, yes! Yes!" she groaned, and to her disbelief, Suzie was discovering that she was beginning to react! There was still the agony of his monstrous impalement, but it was oddly pleasurable and exciting to her, changing gradually into blissful sensation with each brutal plunge he took inside her. There was no longer reason to deny the flames of carnality which rose up in her loins, for she was lost! Lost! By seducing her out in the woods while spying on her brother, Jim had taken everything that was right and proper from her, and she in turn had abandoned control over her senses. The abysmal thought of her total surrender sent lewd chills coursing up and down her spine, and she twitched and writhed to the slow rhythm of her husband's penis skewering deep inside her willing cunt from behind.
Jim slipped his hands down from his young bride's buttocks and along her sides, clutching her bent thighs and jerking her harder back against his naked loins. He could feel her pulling her cunt against his penis, and the moist warmth of her response as she flowered open to receive still more of his fleshy length. He lunged with long, smooth strokes that brought his rock-hard cock to the very lips of her now hungrily snapping vagina on the backthrust, and then forward between her uptilted buttocks until he could feel the harsh slap of his bludgeoning balls against the top of her vaginal slit. He thought of a further delight he could subject Suzie to, and began to run his fingertips along the sides of her pussy, fondling her contracting lips and bringing still greater moanings of abandonment from her as her ever more insatiable cunt worked to swallow his greedy cock.
The initial pain of his entrance had now vanished from Suzie's belly, and her legs jerked and quivered back against him as he clutched her to his fucking hardness. She mewled in pleasure, slavering her tongue around her lips, her neck and thigh muscles straining with the intensity of her emotion. Her firm full breasts danced wildly below her churning torso, the narrow brassiere barely able to contain them, as her husband fucked into her from behind, using his hands to tickle her desire-swollen clitoris and wrap her moistly shimmering flesh around his pistoning shaft.
Suzie's turmoiled mind was half-insane with the unshackled passions which flooded through her, feeling the power of an impending explosion, and instinctively knowing it would be her first orgasm. Her very first time she came! Lord, she wanted to remember this revolutionary turning point in her life, and she thrust the untouched recesses of her womb desperately back against his savage cock, working to make it true…
She continued to stare at her brother as he humped and panted above his wife for the same release she was searching for. She watched as suddenly the black-haired girl jackknifed her legs straight up in the air and a high, thin wail bubbled from her lips. They were there! Verna and Carl were cumming!
"Ohhhhhhhhh Christ, Verna, here I goooooooo…!"
Carl's lithe, tanned body froze in the sunlight, and then he hurtled downward in an insane fury of desire. His testicles spewed sperm through his penis like fire from a blowtorch, inundating the hotly contracting belly of his bride beneath him, while Verna sent her own climactic juices out to commingle and trickle down between her widespread thighs. Finally Suzie's twin, his virile semen spent in Verna's vagina, collapsed forward over her naked body while she locked her satiated legs around him in total sexual exhaustion…
"I… I'm going to cum, Jim… I'm going to cum now!" Suzie moaned in the bushes. And with these low, moaning sighs, her husband was no longer able to hold himself back, either. His release happened before he could even think, and he thudded and grunted into his blonde-haired bride with maniacal force, his testicles slamming hard against her quivering cuntal furrow. A hot torrent of cum burst from the unseeing eye of his cock and surged into the trembling womb of his mindlessly excited young wife.
"Oh yesss, ooohhhhhhhh!" he groaned down at her, kneading her sensitive buttocks and leaving a trail of angry red marks on her pliant skin. Gusher after gusher of scalding hot semen poured through the pulsing shaft of his erection, filling her eagerly milking cunt to the brim.
And Suzie, a tremendous sensation of the hot spurts of male seed lashing her inner walls, had her wish fulfilled. She came. Oh Lordy, how she came! She came and came and came!
It was the most beautiful thing that she could remember having happened to her. Incomprehensible gurglings rose in her graceful white throat, and the orgasm was so great on her fresh mind, that she was rendered almost unconscious by it – blissfully, satisfied, insensate. She was hardly aware when her husband removed his now softening cock from her sperm-ravaged vagina, nor did she fully feel him lower his head and plant a loving, thankful kiss on the warm wetness of her still throbbing pussy lips.
But after a moment's respite, she returned to sanity. She now saw with clear eyes the comatose couple in the middle of the mossy clearing, wrapped with tender affection in each other's arms. They just lay there, arms and legs entangled, and then she glanced down at herself, bare from the waist, on all her fours. She felt the warm wetness of hers and Jim's emissions on her inner thighs and all around her matted pubic hair, and a vague shiver of self-loathing rippled over her naked flesh. She had allowed this to happen. All of it. She should have stopped her husband from taking advantage of the corrupting scene before them, and she could have… if she'd been the decent woman she'd always considered herself to be.
She slowly staggered to her feet, then bent over to retrieve her white bikini panties, which lay on the grass like an abject flag of surrender, a mute testimony to her weaknesses. Her dazed, benumbed senses were a whirlpool of confusion, torn between the gladness for her sexual release… and the humiliating knowledge of how it had come about.
"Jesus, you were great!" Jim breathed fervently.
"Was I?" she asked dully, averting her eyes.
"Hotter'n a firecracker!"
"Was I?" she repeated tonelessly.
"Aw, don't take it that way. What we did was perfectly normal, just as normal as what they were doing."
"Maybe," she sighed, shaking her head mournfully. "I… I don't know what's normal and what isn't any longer, Jim. This is all so new and… frightening to me."
"Sure, rosebud, sure…"
She leaned against her husband for support as they slowly wended their way back to their cottage. She tried to think about what she'd done, but the soft drone of the afternoon insects and her still-exhausted body conquered the indecision of her mind. Finally she gave up, deciding she would rest first, and then try to make some sense of her experiences. At least… she hoped she would be able to…