"Oh! Oh, it's so good!" Kim gasped as the eager fisherman continued to fondle her voluptuously nude body.
She moved closer to give him better access to her body, grinding her thighs and pubic hair hungrily against his hand. Her own fingers tightened around his throbbing cock as it pressed warm and hard against her smooth belly-the entire length jerking spasmodically in lusty anticipation of her wet cunt.
Kim wasn't learning much about fishing-but she was learning plenty of ways to catch whatever male bait she was after.
CHAPTER ONE
The Fall River Campers Park was a quiet, luxurious world catering only to those that were willing to pay the two hundred and fifty dollars a week necessary to park their own well-appointed Winnebagos in an ideal setting for wild fuck-orgies and a little fishing on the side. It was situated several hundred miles north of San Francisco in the foothills of the Sierras and its camper sites wended their way down the side of the left bank of the Fall River, a river that offered the fortunate campers the softest and most isolated spots in the state for fishing, eating cunt, sucking cock, or just plain fucking.
Had Kit Carson himself wandered into its area in this day and age, he would have found the same isolation he had found when a hundred and some years ago he first discovered the Carson valley somewhat south on the Nevada side of the border. The only change that would have astounded him would have been the luxury transplanted out into the veritable center of nowhere. It had originally been constructed for the venerable members of the Pacific Union Club of San Francisco as a fishing and fuck-retreat for their wealthy members, but had later been sold when the members' wives began complaining about the outright orgies that sometimes took place there with a bevy of young hopeful starlets flown in specially from the film agencies of Hollywood. When one had threatened divorce and also had threatened to expose the reason for the retreat, the other members had quickly acceded to her demands to sell, and "The Club" had passed into the hands of a private company that kept it up to the same standards of old. Orgies abounded.
Now, it was becoming more and more a quiet, upper middle-class fisherman's paradise and lent itself well to such a use. If one wanted to escape into the wilderness from one's fellow fishermen for a private fuck or suck, all one had to do was head up or down river from the motor home park itself, and there were miles of river line, lined by softly flowing willow trees and a thick bed of moss beneath. That thick bed of moss lent itself far more readily to the comforts of an act of love than even a water bed. It was rumored around San Francisco that some local wag had, with the use of a 16mm movie camera and a telescopic lens, supplied the pornographic movie houses of the City of the Golden Gate for years with enough fuck-film footage to make him a minor millionaire. And it was not unseldom that a young couple, or old, as the case may have been, was seen leaving one of those X-rated establishments red-faced from an unexpected scene of two people looking strikingly like themselves appearing suddenly on the screen in all their passionate, nakedly writhing glory.
The motor home sites themselves were laid out perfectly to further this sense of isolation that pervaded the area. Each site was surrounded by a thick, lush green hedge that set it off from the others as though it were miles away in the deepest of jungles. Each had its own outside cabana bar, sunning terrace facing the deserted other side of the river, and all the other extra amenities that go into making a campsite not a campsite. Interconnecting paths linked them all together if one were in the mood for company from another of the motor homes nearby. If not, one could close off a gate blocking the opening in the hedge and either fish privately or fuck oneself silly on his own "terrace by the river."
It was in this glorious setting on a warm summer afternoon that forty-two-year-old Emily Lancer grasped her new husband's arm and held tightly to it. She was ecstatically happy, unable to suppress the lighthearted smile that had remained constantly on her face when the Justice of the Peace over in Nevada had, in a dual ceremony, united her in marriage to Jim Lancer, and her son Jerry to Jim's daughter, Kim.
"It's strange, darling," she giggled softly as she looked up at her ruggedly handsome forty-five-year-old bridegroom. "But I just realized that, all in one fell swoop, I've become a mother-in-law and a mother to your fishing-crazy daughter, Kim!"
"What's so weird about that," he smiled down at her. "I became a father-in-law and a father to Jerry at the same time. You're not the only one that's got a tangled up family relationship now."
They both laughed softly together and she gave his arm an added squeeze as they continued along the tree-lined path toward the lads' motor home site. The smile did not leave her face as she strolled idly beside him, her graciously curved body and the long copper-red hair trailing down her back moving sensuously in time with his slow, languid steps. She wore a loose terry cloth beach robe that reached just below the joining of her thighs and a pale yellow bikini beneath it which hugged and caressed her full-blown breasts and hips as though it were an integral part of them. In the cool afternoon breeze, the robe, though loose, was pressed into and accentuated the soft but natural sway of her firmly rounded asscheeks. She was a longtime widow and at last, again, in love with the perfect man. She was glad she had bided her time and waited so long to spread her legs after her first husband Fred's early death in a plane crash just after Jerry was born. She could have, in all her loneliness, been hasty to remarry to give him a father and herself a lover, but she hadn't, and she was glad now. She had all that a woman could ask out of life, and the radiant sparkle of her eyes mirrored the thoughts of her mind-thoughts of the wild, cunt-splitting fucking she was going to be subjected to right after dinner tonight.
She snuggled her head, against Jim Lancer, feeling the warmth of his welltanned masculine flesh. He was wearing only a pair of white tennis shorts and a pair of sandals, and his tall hard-muscled body glistened in the dimming golden light of the late afternoon. Despite the fact that he was only three years older than his bride, at forty-five Jim seemed somehow much older. Oh, not because of wrinkles or lines of dissipation, for he was still virile and youthful in appearance with slightly gray-streaking hair; but as Emily glanced up worshipfully at him, he seemed so much more worldly ... so much more sophisticated in his manner and expression.
The new bride felt a small involuntary shiver of fascination move briefly along her spine. Lord, but he was an incredible catch!
She had thought so when she'd first met him on a double date with her son Jerry. It had been one of those crazy blind dates, set up as a lark and not because anyone expected anything to come of it-certainly not marriage! But Jerry was dating Jim's daughter Kim; so it sounded like a good laugh when Kim had suggested that since her father was coming to town, why not make it a foursome!
But when Emily first laid eyes on Jim, suddenly the joke was over. He oozed a certain self-confident charm which had immediately captivated her, which made her irrationally turn her eyes away and blush girlishly. It was as if Jim had the capacity to mentally undress her and leave her huge tits and tight little cunt naked and defenseless. And tonight, their wedding night, Jim would in fact undress her and initiate her naked, so-long-unfucked pussy into the secret mysteries of sex again, after all these years of no cock. It seemed almost miraculous to her that after the months of Jim's trying to fuck her silly she had remained true to her dream of being pure and unspoiled for her second husband, so that she might be a technical virgin on her wedding night! She wanted it to be the most beautiful fuck of her life!
Emily studied her new husband as they walked together along the wooded path. She watched the ease with which he moved, the almost panther-like fluidity, the strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, the hard outline of his cock straining the thin fabric of his tennis shorts. What would it look like? She had not seen a man's cock in years, not even her son's, and the tantalizing thought of what Jim's would look like burrowed like a prickly nettle in her mind and made her cunt-lips all wet and slicky.
Lord! Did a cock really swell so thick and hard, the way she remembered her first husband's doing so long ago? Even soft, the bulging contour of Jim's cock seemed to hold a strange, awesome fascination for the sheltered widow, and for one quick moment she was filled with a weird desire to reach across to him and run her fingers down over the stimulating outline and trace the curve of his cock as it nestled gently in the softness of his scrotum. Her cunt moistened slightly, but then, abruptly shamed by her thoughts, she averted her gaze and stared out at the beautifully wooded landscape. Self-deprecatingly, she thought: My God, what a revolting thing to be thinking about! Jim would lose all respect for me if he knew I was harboring such indecent, sinful thoughts of touching his cock! I'm so ashamed I could...!
The red-haired bride shuddered involuntarily as she resisted her erotic reveries and the nagging fear of what the night would bring. She prayed subconsciously that Jim would understand her natural reticence and be gentle and patient as he initiated her back into the world of sex again. Sex. That was a word which had never been mentioned in her house, not once in all the years that her son Jerry was growing up. Sex was a topic that got his mouth washed out with soap, or sent him to bed without supper. She herself was the product of Catholic parents and grandparents and had had no chance to stray from the straight-and-narrow.
She had dated infrequently when young, and, even then, only under the watchful eyes of her parents or even stricter grandparents. She had carried on the tradition with her son, so there was mass to attend every Friday morning, and twice on Sunday, with Jerry serving as altar boy while most of his friends were running off to play or to the movies. And there were the constant warnings by the Church of the evils of sex, except for the purpose of procreation, and the innate bestiality of the human animal, given half a chance. It almost seemed an act against God for her to have chosen Jim Lancer for a husband, for he lived in a whole wide world apart.
Even when Jerry had announced that he was planning to marry the wild young Kim Lancer, she had almost disowned him. It had been very difficult for her to tolerate, yet Emily couldn't help admiring her son for defending the girl he loved, no matter what her shortcomings might be. When it was obvious that he would not change his mind, and when she had met Kim's father, Jim Lancer, Emily had happily agreed to go to Nevada with Jerry and Kim to make it a double ceremony. It had even been Jim, through some of his connections, who came up with the idea of honeymooning at Fall River after the ceremony in Carson City. He knew his beautiful young daughter loved to fish, and they could combine both pleasures.
The arrangements had gone off without a hitch, and after a simple but meaningful marriage service, the two couples got back in their twin Winnebago motor homes and drove up to their luxuriously hidden oasis.
Still, Emily couldn't help feel a twinge of concern for her son's welfare. It was conceded that Jim would probably enter marriage tarnished, for he was a much older, widowed man and a few extramarital affairs were par for the course, even in Emily's conventional scheme of things. But Kim was ... well, Jim's daughter was the sort of girl of whom Emily could not, under her moral upbringing, really approve. She said little, but thought a lot about Kim in private; and each time, her lips contorted to a thin white line, the nostrils of her pinched nose flared, and her eyes narrowed in contempt-all to convey her concern over her future daughter-in-law. Not only was Kim two years older than Jerry, but she had once worked as a topless dancer in Los Angeles while she attended UCLA; and what's more, she frankly admitted it. Emily had found the blonde-haired girl exceptionally open and candid with her language and thoughts, though Kim had never said or done anything in bad taste in her company. But Emily had an intuitive feeling that somewhere along the line Kim might have succumbed to the temptations of the flesh before marriage, that she might have let a man fuck her, perhaps more than once! That's what disturbed her, for with the same feminine instinct, she sensed that Kim had not gained her sexual knowledge from Jerry ... that he was still as virginal as she, his mother, was herself.
Emily quickly banished her straying thoughts as she and Jim made the final turn and entered the clearing of the next motor home. Yet while walking along the wooded path, she couldn't stop that lingering curiosity as to whether her son was as nervous and apprehensive about tonight and getting fucked as she....
The small clearing ended at the patio of the private campsite, which was now shadowed in the twilight. But the clearing itself was still bathed in hot tangerine sunlight, as were the trees across the river that loomed romantically in their wooded isolation.
Jerry and Kim were lounging in deck chairs, slowly sipping frosty glasses of vodka tonic. On the table between them was a dish with an assortment of olives and peanuts for appetizers. When they saw Emily and Jim approaching, they both sat up, waving and smiling. "Hi!" Jerry called out enthusiastically, "We were hoping you'd come by and visit our little teepee."
"We were afraid we might be disturbing you," Jim replied with a smile. "We didn't want to barge in if you were inside doing a little private ... uh ... private fishing in the bushes."
""Dad!" Kim gasped with a giggle.
"Or taking a nap," he concluded with his typical twinkle of the eye. "Naked, of course."
"That's later," his daughter said, "after a few more vodkas ... so we can sober up for dinner! Come on, sit down. Jerry made a pitcherful of the stuff, which we put in the portable refrigerator so the ice wouldn't melt. I guess he figured he'd save himself half a dozen trips to the kitchen-and he's right!"
With that, Kim tossed her long, shining mane of blonde hair over her shoulder like a proud show horse and languidly walked inside the motor home. She moved with the ease and primitive grace of a young jungle cat, and for an instant Emily felt a tiny twinge of jealousy as she regarded Kim's sensual body in motion. Kim was at home with her physical being, while she ... she had pretended all her life that as long as her body was covered with clothes, she could forget that it existed. But then she considered how the shapely young blonde had probably acquired that familiarity, and her jealousy died as quickly as it was born.
"How does it feel to be an old married lady, Mom?" Jerry asked cheerily He gazed with frank admiration at Emily, and she blushed slightly as she and Jim took seats across from him.
"I've never been so happy in all my life," she said fervently; and she placed her hand possessively in Jim's.
"Wait until later, precious" Jim said to her winking. "You're going to be even more happy flat on your back."
Her blush reddened, spreading and warming her all the way down her cheeks and neck, down further to her huge rounded tits as she caught the meaning behind his words and heard the two men laugh. Again her thoughts returned momentarily to her sexual innocence, and to Jerry's. In that split second she glanced up at her handsome young son and saw how relaxed he seemed as he sat there. He was wearing only a pair of tight cotton jeans, his deeply tanned skin glistening, his muscles rippling as he chuckled merrrily. He was leaner in build, neither as tall nor as developed as Jim; but in his own way he was every bit as handsome and charming as her own new husband.
And there was no question that she and Jerry were mother and son. Both had the same perfectly sculptured straight nose, the same large expressive eyes, the same silky red hair. His was cut fairly short, not because he had anything against the longer hair styles, but simply because he didn't want anything to interfere with swimming, his favorite sport. Both of them, unlike their new mates, could enjoy the hot riverside sun in limitless quantities without a thought of sunburn.
Now, gazing lovingly at her son, Emily wondered if he and Kim had already ... already fucked together!
No, no don't think that way! Lovemaking was for the nighttime, under the warm protection of bed covers. That's how Jerry would want it, Emily knew. She did know too, because she knew in her soul everything about her son ... just because they were so close, almost as if they were brother and sister instead of mother and son. Her cunt clenched inward at the wicked connotation.
"Here we are, lovers," Kim said from the doorway, reappearing from the bungalow with two more glasses. Her voice had a throaty purr to it which matched her feline gestures; and glancing up at her, Emily realized with a start that Kim would have no compunctions about when or where to fuck with a man. Kim was an awful lot of woman, in the same way that Jim, her father, was a lot of men. Was she too much cunt for Jerry, perhaps...?
Kim was always provocative; but now, here, dressed as she was, she seemed even more sensual than when she had been a single girl. Her milk-white skin was heavily oiled with a sun screen preparation, designed to protect her delicate skin, but which gave an extra bit of sensuality to her smooth, taut stomach and the portion of her full, upthrusting titties which were exposed above the narrow strip of her purple halter. When she bent over the table to pour from the pitcher, Emily could almost see the pink rings of her nipples! She wore matching purple shorts that were so tight that they out-lined the tight, slightly protruding mound of her pussy, revealed her firm, full thighs, and then tucked into the crevice between her tightly fleshed asscheeks, leaving the curve of her hips almost entirely naked.
What a scandalous outfit! Emily thought critically, and a little prudishly. It was certainly more daring than her own modified bikini. It molded over her satiny white skin and seemed to highlight everything a modest woman should keep to herself. Her new daughter-in-law left nothing to the imagination, that was for sure! Of course, this was her honeymoon, and she could dress however she pleased ... but nevertheless, it seemed to Emily to be an immodest choice, fit only for the eyes of her husband and no one else! A nice girl shouldn't flaunt her tits and cunt to the world!
Unsettled and unsure, Emily glanced at Jim and was startled by the expression on his face. His mouth was wide with an approving smile and his gray eyes were traveling blatantly over the width and breadth of his own daughter's voluptuous ass and titties as if ... as if he were the one married to her and not Jerry! What was the matter with him? And then, even more shockingly, he gave a long and appreciative whistle as her cunt moved in front of him!
"You've snagged yourself a beautiful and desirable woman, Jerry" Jim said, accepting the drink his daughter handed him. "Yes, sir, she's got something special up between those luscious legs of hers."
"I'm a lucky guy all right," Jerry replied, but Emily thought she caught a small hint of embarrassment in his voice.
"You don't know it, I bet," Jim continued expansively, "but that little number she's wearing is one of her old dancing costumes. She wore it when she was working at the Body Shop, up there on that little stage with the rock music getting louder and louder. Her specialty was a dance with a yellow spotlight on her, and the color of the light seemed to make the purple fade out until it almost looked like she was stark naked-pussy and all!"
"Dad!" the young girl blurted.
"Aw, Kim, don't get your tail bent out of shape. It did look that way, only unfortunately they only let you show naked tits."
"That was ... that was a long time ago," she said somewhat primly. She sat down and crossed her legs, looking sternly at her handsome father. "I'm a married woman now, and the past...."
"The past is what makes you what you are today," Jim finished, interrupting her. "Sensational! If I weren't your father, Jerry would've had a real fight on his hands, let me tell you." Then he laughed again and leaned across to put his arm around Emily and squeezed her tightly. "That is until I met my little sweetheart here. She's a pretty hot little number herself!"
Emily, shocked at the lewd words and the direction the conversation was taking, almost spilled the vodka which had been handed to her. Despite the fact that she rarely cared for liquor, she attempted to salvage the situation by raising her glass and toasting before he could talk about fucking her tonight.
"H-Here's to happy marriage, everybody! And good fishing!"
"With many happy years to come," Jim added. "And fishing, of course."
With a chorus of assents, they all clinked glasses and drank heartily ... all except Emily. She tasted hers experimentally. The drink was sweet and cold and it was really very refreshing. Taking a deeper sip, she Was glad that she wouldn't have to pretend to like the drink.
"Hey, that hits the spot," Jim said, smacking his lips. "Hope there's plenty more where that came from!"
"The bar up at the Lodge never closes, or so the manager told us when we checked in. Of course, you have to walk down to the main building to place your order, so that's why Jerry had him leave us a healthy supply."
"Plus a magnum, that's about a half a gallon, of champagne," Jerry boasted. "Dom Perignon!"
"For later," Kim added. "For after dinner-and you're invited!"
"Oh, that's very nice, but I really don't think that tonight we should bother you," Emily murmured.
"Nonsense, Mom," Jerry retorted. "We were going to come around to invite you, if you hadn't dropped by here first. Now, settle back and enjoy married life. Unless Jim or I get rich, it may be awhile before you get back to Fall River!"
Emily tried to, but there was still an aura of uneasiness around her as the conversation drifted onto many different topics. She finished her drink, and Jim poured her another from the pitcher, and before she realized it, yet another refill. The vodka gradually began to do its work, and she experienced a general loosening of the nerves; the tenseness left her and she started feeling almost comfortable. Then some of her mental cautiousness began to disappear, and surprisingly, she discovered herself being drawn into animated conversation with the others.
During the fourth drink, when the chill evening breeze started to blow in from the river, the two couples moved inside the motor home to the small living room area.
"Let's have dinner sent out here instead of going to the Lodge dining room. We could eat on trays around a fire outside. The boy who brought our wood said that this oak burns with a beautiful smell. And it's so dry, you don't even have to do the business with the paper and the kindling." Unquestionably Kim was sold on the idea, and she quickly convinced the others, especially Jerry, when she said, "And then we'll have glowing embers to keep us warm later on."
"And a helluva lot more than that when we get these little fillies stripped down later on," Jim added, to everyone's red-faced embarrassment. But even so, Emily felt her cunt moisten perceptibly up beneath the pussyband of her panties at the lewd thought of feeling his huge cock fucking deep inside her wide-stretched belly....
CHAPTER TWO
When they had finished dinner and drinks and it was finally time to go, Emily was almost sorry the evening was over. Lightheaded and laughing, she leaned against Jim as they walked out into the clearing again. It was dark now, with an almost full moon reflecting its light off the quiet waters of the river, but it was a warm darkness and the air was surprisingly dry. Drunk with love, as much as with the unaccustomed liquor, she looked back at Jerry and Kim who were standing arm in arm in the doorway of their Winnebago.
"Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson!" she said, waving to them. "Thanks for the hospitality and we'll see you early for fishing!"
"And good night to you, Mrs. Lancer," her son called back. He was grinning crookedly, and she could tell that Jerry too had consumed more than his usual modest amount of alcohol. He was drunk, and right now fishing was the farthest thing from his bride's mind I
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Kim added, and even that slightly risque remark struck Emily funny right then. Starting down the path to their own motor home, she nuzzled closely against Jim and mentioned to him how happy she was that they had decided to stay with the kids later than they had at first planned. Yes, and she thought to herself that Kim wasn't anything like she had painted her at first; she had been an old prude, that's all. And Jim Lancer was a wonderful, handsome, very urbane husband whom she found herself loving more and more with each step she took....
With arms encircling each other's waist, they entered their elegant Winnebago. It was, fittingly enough, a twin of Jerry and Kim's; and it lived up to the color brochures-beautifully decorated with heavy dark paneling, a bright pink-and-orange patterned bedspread and upholstery, traditional vinyl tile floors brightened up by several hand-hooked throw rugs in brilliant colors.
Once inside and with the door shut, Jim drew his copper-haired bride to him before she could reach the light switch. His lips found her lips. She felt herself go limp; then the soft eagerness of his tongue bid for entry into her mouth, and she gently pushed him free as she felt his cock harden against her belly.
"Darling, darling, I love you," she heard herself whisper breathlessly. She fumbled for the light switch, turning on the indirect lamps above the headboards of the queen-size bed. Then she turned to her new husband again, hugging him like a little girl. "I want to be yours, all yours, forever and ever."
"God, you've driven me wild these last few months, sweetheart," Jim groaned passionately against her ear. "And now at last I've got you. I don't know how I managed to hold my cock back."
"You didn't," she giggled. "I made you stop, remember?"
"Yeah, but no more! Tonight it's gonna spit all over you."
Emily placed her forefinger gently against his impetuous lips, cooing softly to him: "Never again will I stop you ... but you'll see, darling. You'll see that the waiting will be worth it!"
"Will be? Now! I can't wait another minute!"
Impatient with lust, Jim Lancer crushed Emily to him again, his right hand searching for the bra strap beneath her low neckline. She giggled again, twisting out of his greedy arms and dancing lightly a step away.
"No, no, not yet!" she teased him. "Let me get ready first. Go into the living room or outside for a minute. When I'm all set, I'll call and you can come in. That's the way it should be!"
"Should be, my ass!" Jim panted, biting his lower lip with anticipation. "I'll just peel those clothes off you like you're a ripe banana, and that'll be enough getting ready! Hell, I've been ready since I first laid eyes on you!"
Emily fluttered her eyelids, cocking her head to one side with a cute mock pout. "Now, darling, this is my honeymoon too. It's something I've long dreamed about ... please let me have my way. And ... , and please don't swear so much."
Jim clenched his fists and teeth with the urgency of his desire to fuck his bride's voluptuous body. "Oh, for Chr ... criminy's sake, make it fast, will you? How much teasing can you expect one guy to take? Especially from his own wife!"
She placed her hands on her hips jauntily, totally ignorant of the level of his frustration. "Enough so that he remembers she is his wife ... and a good wife! And for him to be a good husband!"
"I'm not promising anything!" he laughed after her, watching her lithe, firm buttocks wriggle enticingly beneath the fabric of her terry cloth beach robe as he stepped outside into the balmy night with his cock as hard as a billy club.
The silence was so complete that the sound of his own footsteps on the grass sounded like an army of advancing artillery. From all they had to drink, his vision went blurred when he tipped his head back to pick out the familiar constellations among a sea of stars ten times more dense than he had ever experienced in the city.
His brain shook with pent-up emotion, and he realized how idiotic it was for a man on his wedding night to be out hunting for the Little Dipper instead of having his long, hard cock lodged up inside the hot cunt of his beautiful wife. And being so close to that cunt only made it harder to take. He had fucked plenty of easy girls, but Emily was another matter, the perfect blend of gentleness and challenge, and class! He had pursued that luscious little pussy of hers with all the charm and cunning he had always prevailed until finally it had been he who had put his cock away and surrendered! To think of that! Him! Jim Lancer marrying a girl just so he could fuck her! But that was okay by him, because he loved Emily, loved her with all that was the best in him, and perhaps some of it was because she had held out against him and not let him ram his cock up inside her tight little pussyhole.
Yet despite her resistance to his fucking her, he had been able to detect a latent, wild passion in the woman that seemingly had never been aroused to cock-craving gluttony before. He was certain that once he turned her on to things like fucking dog-style and sucking cock, she would be an erupting volcano! Dammit, he should have ripped her dress off without all this crap, and he would have thrust his cock up into her tight little cunt until she screamed and begged for him to fuck it all the way up to her tits!
In the small, tastefully done bedroom, Emily Lancer unpacked the lacy white negligee she had received as a shower gift and spread it out on the bed. Then she undressed, quickly and completely, carefully hanging up her clothing in the closet or folding it in the bureau drawers so as to show Jim she was a neat and orderly housewife. She even took a moment to appreciate the bouquet of fresh flowers that stood in a colorful pot.
Walking nude around the end of the bed, she caught her reflection in the mirror over the bureau, and a little embarrassed at her own immodesty, she paused long enough to study the image she saw. Her glistening copper hair was long, and when she let it split in back and hang over her shoulders in front, it almost covered her full, round titties. She swept her hair back up again, gazing momentarily at the satiny-smooth white skin of her tits and the dark aureoles making small, perfect accents for her bud-like nipples. She moved slightly sideways, pleased with the length of her legs and the shapeliness of her narrow waist and the full ivory curve of her hips.
Then, faintly embarrassed at her lack of humility, she sat down on the bed and reached for her negligee. The silky red hair of her cunt mound drew her attention as she stretched her arm out for the garment. The curly strands of soft hair highlighted the pink fullness of her pussy-lips; and she could see the tiny pink tip of her clitoris peeking shyly out from the softly rounded flesh of her cunt-slit. My Lord! I must've drunk far too much to be acting like this! she gasped inwardly, shocked by what she considered to be a brazen, almost indecent interest in her own body. She felt so hot! Liquor of any kind had always affected her that way. But perhaps as she loved and desired to please Jim, there was no denying the truth; that she was agitated over what he would do to her with his ... his cock.
Suddenly she bolted upright off the bed, instinctively clutching the negligee in front of her as if it were a defensive shield for her nakedness. The door had burst open, hitting the wall of the room with a resounding crash, and Jim was standing spread-legged on the threshold, the front of his tennis shorts bulging ominously at her! His eyes were blazing with the uncontainable lust which was burning through his hotly pulsating loins, and he moved with slow deliberation across to where his bride stood in wide-eyed trepidation.
"Jim! You ... you promised...!"
Her new husband came closer, shaking his head. "The hell I did," he grinned, and she saw the heavy sag in the front of his shorts bulging obscenely in her direction. What had happened to her darling Jim? It was as if some lusting brute had taken control of his senses! "I can't wait another second," she heard him breathe raggedly. "I don't care! I've gotta fuck you right now, Emily! No more of this funny shit!"
The red-haired newlywed wife cowered back, whimpering with fright as Jim grabbed her arm and swept her into a heady embrace, despite her anguished protests. She was hauled ruthlessly up against the hardness of his desire-stiffened cock, and she could feel the rigid shaft through the thin layer of his shorts and her silken negligee, pulsing like some untamed animal against the tender flesh of her lower belly and fearfully trembling cunt. His eyes were more obscenely glittering than she had ever seen them before, and his mouth was drawn back over his teeth in a grimace of lewd desire.
"Jim! My God, Jim, please! You're drunk!"
"Damned right I'm drunk!" he hissed thickly down at her. "Drunk with wanting to fuck you!" His hands began to explore her naked tits with a rough, unfeeling callousness, clutching and squeezing her soft sensitive body as his lust-swollen cock throbbed excitedly where his loins met hers. She shuddered as he teased the exposed buds of her nipples behind the thin strip of negligee still clutched in her fingers. She groaned, wriggling with fright and shame, but that seemed to make matters worse. As the negligee dropped to the floor and left her entirely naked and defenseless, she could feel his hands pawing over her vulnerable flesh and caressing the tender hillocks of her hotly aching tits. She thought desperately that perhaps if she gave in a little, it would help return him to his senses. She thrust her moist lips against his panting mouth and slipped her wet pink tongue lewdly between his teeth and deep into his mouth. He sucked hungrily on it, his own kisses in return burning her like a firebrand.
"Easy, darling, please be gentle with me...." she whimpered entreatingly into his ear, but Jim was beyond hearing her pleas. There was no verbal response from him, just a deep-throated growl of determination, and he pulled her harshly down on the camper's bed. Emily felt herself falling across the brilliantly colored spread, and then she felt Jim's weight as he crawled up on the bed beside her, hovering momentarily with an evil grin of pure lasciviousness spreading across his alcohol-coarsened face.
"Now! Now, dammit, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"
"Ohhh! No, no, not that way! Don't use those awful words any more!"
"Fuck sweetheart! Fuck, shit, fuck! Fuck you in the cunt!"
"Ohhhh!" Emily cried out in hapless despair. Jim had ruined everything, acting so lewd and dirty this way! All her dreams and fantasies were being shattered like so much broken glass! It wasn't what she had planned!
Jim groaned with the obscene need to finally fuck this warmly throbbing pussy he'd so long been pursuing. The very idea of fucking this classy woman made his cock throb painfully in the tight unyielding prison of his tennis shorts. Unable to control his overwhelming greed for his bride who curvaceously twisted beneath him, he stood up again and began to frantically push his cum-moistened shorts down over his thighs and buttocks. Jesus, he had to fuck her! Right now, before his cock creamed from the thought alone!
The inside of the Winnebago whirled around Emily as she shivered in horrified fascination before her naked husband. She watched as he slid down his shorts and flipped them across the room with one foot.
She found herself staring at his hard fleshy cock with a sudden rising terror, the giant erection which reared from his hairy abdomen looking like a huge fist to her, his bloated, sperm-filled testicles hanging menacingly at its base. But dear Lord, he couldn't put all of that up inside of her the first time!
"No, Jim! Noooooooo!"
"Yes, Dammit!" He levered up over her, leaning over her defenseless body and holding her down against the mattress with one hand while he ran the other greedily over her cringingly naked flesh. He kneaded her succulent titties cruelly beneath hands he seemingly was unable to control, tight swells of flesh protruding in white bloodless ridges between his grasping fingers. His head dipped down to her hotly budding nipples, and he chewed hungrily at their tingling turgid tips until he could taste the sweet resilient body of his bride filling his mouth.
"No, darling ... no, don't do it to me this way!" Emily mewled hopelessly, but her cries fell on deaf ears. Drunkenly Jim held her struggling body tightly against the bedspread, pinning her down with the weight of his heavily panting chest, which tensed upon her like a giant boulder. She could feel his blood-thickened hardness slithering hotly along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh ... closer and closer ... until it was barely inches away from spearing up into her cowering belly, ripping unmercifully up into her tight, so-long-unfucked pussy to pound into her open belly with savage brutality until it inundated her womb with endless streams of lewd white semen...! The visions of her cunt straining wildly under its inhuman girth flashed through her brain with horror and pain, her face contorting in fear and torment as she cried out for her new husband to stop.
Ignoring all of his bride's mewling pleas, Jim squeezed his hips further up between her slender thighs, forcing her legs wider apart and pinning her helplessly writhing asscheeks harshly to the bed. The soft tendrils of her pussy hairs brushed teasingly against his aching cock, inciting him to incoherent ravings of drunken lust. His knees splayed her slim legs wider still, and he ground his muscular pelvis eagerly against her squirming loins, his cock jerking into greater hardness.
"I'm going to fuck you silly," he hissed down at her. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck you. You're my wife now, so you can't play coy any longer! You've been a prick-tease ever since I met you, but damn it, you're going to get fucked now, willing or not!"
"Ohhhh, nooooo!" Emily groaned in misery, knowing she was to be brutally rape-fucked ... rape-fucked by her own husband! God save her!
Jim Lancer drove his hand down between the fear-twisting hollows of her soft inner thighs, madly searching to find the tight elastic snugness of her helplessly cringing cunt. He felt the blunt rubbery head of his cock slip moistly between the sensitive pink lips of her pussy as he directed it with his fingers right up against the wetly pulsating entrance of her tight little cunt-hole. He jammed his rock-hard swollen penis forward with a groan, then lodged it against the fur-rimmed hole of her pussy like a battering ram at the gates of a castle.
"Damn, you're tight!" she heard Jim groan above her. "You weren't kidding. You're damn near a cherry, all right!"
"No deeper! Please don't stick it in me any deeper," she moaned mindlessly up at him, her cunt feeling as if it were bursting at the seams. Her tiny little cunt-lips stretched in a tight oval ring around the thick fleshy shaft of his cock, and involuntarily she tensed her hips as her husband forced his hardness up into her screaming flesh, probing her inner cunt-walls for a way through. He ground his blunt, hard cockhead against her tightly resisting membranes with a slow deliberation, wanting her to know that she was being fucked royally and that her pussy belonged entirely to him.
Emily gritted her teeth together from the agony, and groaned through them as she felt his erection straining at the vainly resisting membranes of her long-neglected pussy-hole. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and she kicked out her legs to try and ease her torture, but to no avail. Jim held her tightly and jerked his hips wildly forward, ramming his relentless cock deeper into her vainly protesting belly until there was a sudden pop inside ... and he slid unimpeded all the way up to her now quivering cervix.
"Arrgggg!" Emily forced air into her lungs and gasped at the pain-filled shock of having been fucked into so cruelly. She could feel him force his way along the sensitive walls of her now wide-split cunt, pushing her resilient flesh before its skewering hardness like a razor-sharp sword slicing through human flesh. She winced tearfully from the excruciating hurt, knowing full well that now there was no escape, no defense from the torment until her new husband had emptied his burgeoning testicles deep up inside her cockfilled pussy. Jim rammed forward again, feeling his throbbing scrotum slap resoundingly against her twitching, uptilted asscheeks. He could feel his innocent bride grinding her naked hips against the bed in a vain attempt to relieve some of his brutal pressure, her legs kicking out in the air on either side of his impaling loins.
"Arrrrrggggg!" she screamed a second time. "Oh, God, you're tearing me apart inside! You're hurting me so much! Stop! Stop, darling, stop!"
But Jim only grinned obscenely as he heard the guttural wail of pain bursting from her constricted throat. He fucked his rock-hard cock deeper and faster up into her warmly yielding cunt-flesh, his stabbing thickness sinking with each demoniacal stroke all the way up into her quivering wet pussy, the warm, tight sheath of her cunt wrapping painfully around it. In that crazed moment of lust and sensation, it almost seemed to the man to be more pleasurable with her squeals and protests-a fitting retribution for all the months she had made him suffer from not being able to fuck her.
"That's right, sweetheart," Jim teased down at his bride. "Scream for your supper!" He flexed again, taunting, "You love fucking, don't you?"
"That's not the right reply, baby!" Jim snickered, fucking even more savagely up inside her quivering pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" the cock-filled redhead cried out. "Ohhhh," then, "Yes! Yes!" Tears Were running freely down her red-flushed cheeks, and she was afraid now of offending him and making him more cruel and brutal than he was already. "Yes, I love it! I love it!!!"
Jim laughed harshly in response to her babbling entreaty, stroking more quickly in and out, fucking her tender, cock-stretched pussy-well harder and faster than ever. He moved his clawing fingers back to grip her smoothly trembling asscheeks, feeling the smooth, satiny skin moist from her involuntary cunt secretions. He pulled her tightly grinding pussy closer to his driving loins, his inward fucks filling the room with lewd, wet smacking sounds that blended obscenely with Emily's continuing moans of torment and humiliation. His own breath was becoming shorter and heavier, spewing out from his tight-lipped mouth in little gasping puffs, and his naked flesh gleamed wetly with beads of perspiration. He felt himself losing the last vestiges of his self-control, and he grunted down at her in frantic eagerness.
"I ... I'm cumming, sweetheart! Fuck back! Fuck your hot little pussy back up my cock!"
But even as he blurted out his climax, the first powerful streams of his hot pungent semen were erupting from the suddenly hotly exploding head of his cock. The liquid torrent seared deep up inside the fleshy well of his moaning bride's cunt-walls, his cream-like cum surging forth with the rolling force of a tidal wave, burning Emily's inner belly with fire and drowning every fractional inch of her finally well-fucked pussy until it rivuleted back out between the lips of her thickly filled cunt. Emily could feel the trickling sensation of his warm, wet sperm as it flowed down the hair-fringed crevice of her thighs and pooled on the clean bedspread beneath her aching buttocks.
And then her husband collapsed over her, his once hard cock deflating rapidly with temporary satiation. Jim fell exhausted across his nakedly crying wife, one arm splayed wide across the bed and his legs like rubber limbs nestled between her open thighs. In the wake of his spent-out emotions, shame and hurt filled Emily's mind, and tears fell like rain from her anguished eyes.
"Why?" she moaned softly to him. "Why, Jim ... why did you treat me like a whore the very first time?"
"I guess ... I guess there's no way to make you understand," he breathed huskily against one throbbing breast. "I guess it's just been building up all this time, and I guess ... I guess I just got sick and tired of all your self-righteous virtue. I was out there having a look at the stars, and it suddenly was too much for me, too much for any man to take, begging for a piece of ass on his wedding night."
"Don't use that kind of language on me!"
Emily hissed. "You wouldn't do or say such things if you really loved me!"
"Of course I love you, sweetheart," Jim responded, feeling a certain bitterness and anger welling up again in his mind. "But I'm beginning to see that all your purity was an act, a smokescreen, hiding the fact that you can't really love me. You can't love any man with your body. You're a stone statue, you're not a woman!"
"And you! You're nothing but a brutal, oversexed animal!"
"An oversexed animal?"
"A ... a sex maniac!"
"A. sex maniac?" Her new husband raised up over her, his face twisting with indignation. He felt his limp penis stirring with new life, rejuvenating into an erection more lusty than the last one. He heard his fearful bride stifle a cry as she felt him push his rehardened cock against her cum-soaked pussy hairs and along the moist pink slit of her now well-lubricated pussy. "A sex maniac, am I? Well, I'll show you just what a sex maniac-an animal sex maniac-does to deep-frozen cunts like you!"
Jim never even gave his bride a chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep in her vagina. He just began fucking her again, slamming in and out of her, his only thought that of flooding more hot cum deep up inside that hotly cringing little belly where it belonged.
He vented his raging, drunken lust and disappointment time after time, spewing her womb again and again with the thick, swirling liquid of his sexual frustrations. All through the night he fucked her, and time and time again she would groan out for mercy, but he would have none of it ... she had asked for it by her snooty holier-than-thou attitude. And ... there was only one way to cure a woman of that disease-fuck it out of her!!!
CHAPTER THREE
After their parents had left their Winnebago and Kim set about cleaning up the kitchen and dishes, Jerry Anderson walked quietly by the side of the river. Tonight was to be the night he was to screw Kim for the first time, and he was just a little bit frightened of the whole thing. But no need to fear, he had read Masters and Johnson on what to do the first night. They said to be easy and understanding about your new young bride's initial hesitancy to fuck. If you were gentle with her the first night, you would have her eating out of your hand in no time. With this thought in mind, he returned to the camper and went inside.
His bride smiled at him. "Any vodka left?"
"Just what's in the bottle," Jerry replied, holding it up off the table to show about a quarter of a bottle remaining.
"Mmmmmm, good, darling," Kim smiled again, a little wickedness in her tone as she spoke now. "Let's knock it down and then go to bed."
Bed! Fucking! Jerry trembled slightly as he put the bottle down on the table and retrieved his nearly empty glass. He watched Kim sidle barefoot across the tile floor to the built-in couch and sit down, feeling fuzzy from all the drinking he'd done and completely unnerved by his sultry bride's ripe, provocative charms. He stared entranced as she crossed her long, curvaceous legs Indian-style beneath her lush buttocks, tightening the material of her shorts lewdly into the sharply denned slit up between her thighs, making the folds of her hotly inviting young pussy bulge out in lurid bas-relief. She leaned forward to pick up her glass from the coffee table, and the firm mounds of her tits were exposed to his gaze, with just the hint of the hardness of her vibrant pink nipples.
Jerry felt a slight flush creeping along the base of his neck as he sat down beside her, unable to take his eyes off her sensual voluptuousness. His cock spasmed in his pants once, and then-incredibly-again; and quickly, feeling ashamed, he took a long deep drink, letting the last of the vodka and tonic relax his long, thick arousal. I can't let this happen, he cautioned himself. Remember what the book said: Wedding night ... the groom must be gentle and understanding with his bride and not scare her with his masculine strength....
That's what the book said. But, God! The author obviously had never met Kim! Jerry tried to deny his thickly rising young cock, but in spite of his best efforts, he had to admit that his honey-blonde little bride was enough to make a priest go back on his vows! She exuded pure animal lust like some kind of mist encompassing her when she walked and talked and smiled. He was filled with the horrible desire to reach out and grab her, throw her down right where she sat and fuck her until she couldn't walk. He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity as if it were alive, as if it were straining to prove itself. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the barnyard thoughts of fucking her swirling in his overheated mind. But it remained throbbingly blood-swollen and aching in his pants. Think of how pure your love is for Kim, how you must control your sex demands if you're going to start your marriage off properly! But Jerry had already had too much to drink, and the tantalizing Kim was proving to be too much of a woman....
Guiltily, he turned to her and asked, "We have a stereo here ... I thought we could dance."
"We could, but wouldn't it be uncomfortable for you? I mean, with that big fat hard-on I can see in your jeans! And it's not a trout!"
Jerry almost dropped his drink in convulsive reaction to her lewd words. He had never heard a woman talk in such lascivious terms! "Kim ... cut it out, for God's sake!"
She giggled, uncrossing her legs and stretching out on the couch until her face was close to his, and her breath was a branding iron against his cheeks. "That wonderful hard-on, that's all mine, Jerry, honey! That hard, hard prick of yours! You don't want to dance with me and have me rubbing my hot little pussy against it, do you? I like catching big squiggling trout with my cunt."
Jerry's breath quickened at her obscenities.
"Kiss me!" she whispered throatily. "That's what you really want to do, isn't it? Well, I'm your wife now." She took both their glasses and set them on the table. "So kiss me, then we'll fuck! We didn't come up here to fish and nothing else, you know!"
Jerry kissed her, there on the couch where they lounged against the cushions. He might have kissed her in a dozen ways, but he kissed her with his tongue, and spontaneously she sucked it down into her mouth with hungry eagerness. Shaken to the core, the young twenty-year-old boy raised his head back to look down at his hotly panting bride; then he kissed her once more in the same manner. She didn't resist. The fire was mounting within her cunt like a forest fire, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth, probing and charging it with her own wet tongue.
He didn't raise up to stare into her eyes this time. His cock was jerking uncontrollably in his pants as she squirmed her loins hotly against his with the urgency of her desire for him to fuck her, her almost naked young tits seeming to seek out the trembling cup of his hands. He pressed her right one tentatively, caressing it with experimental tenderness, vaguely wondering if Masters and Johnson had been married when they had written their book. Then Kim's tongue wormed like a hot wedge of fire up into his own mouth and he could taste the heat of her saliva. Instinctively, he dropped his hand to her belly and stroked the satiny skin as her breath quickened in his mouth, then he let his finger trace down over the gentle rise of her pussy mound to her thighs, all the way to the hotly pulsing little split up between her parting legs.
This was going to be one hot-fuck night, he could see that now! She wanted him, wanted him badly, and they could stuff that book up their ass! Then came the anguished thought-had Kim ever wanted another man to fuck her this way? Was she all his, entirely his, or had she let other guys fuck her hot little pussy before him...? Hell ... what difference did that make now? His cock was a hammer now, and this moment, with her now ... that's all that mattered! Look at her, her big tits heaving and her asscheeks squirming in those cunt-splitting shorts of hers....
Kim gazed up at him. She lay cradled in his arms across his lap, her eyes gleaming with love and adoration ... and lust! Delicately, she moved her arm in a way so as to press against his lower belly, feeling the rock-hard protuberance of his stiffened cock pulsing beneath his pants. She supposed it wasn't fair of her to act so sluttish this way, but she didn't care. She wasn't trying to be fair ... only to be fucked wild.
That was a lovely word--fucked. What would poor Jerry do now if she reached down and squeezed his cock? Whimper? Squeal with joy? God, how she'd like to, but decorum was in order, even though she had no predicted end for what was to come. Adlib. More irony ahead perhaps. Poor, poor Jerry and his silly, immature ideas about what was Right and what was Wrong. Good Girls and Bad Girls, everything so Black and White; when, in truth, there were no such things as right and wrong when it came to sex ... only fun, fun and the fulfillment of fucking!
What would happen if he ever found out how many guys she had sucked to cumming? Well, he wasn't going to find out, not if she had her way. Kim loved him-loved Jerry as only a sexually experienced girl can love a man, one who is basically good and decent at heart. Jerry had integrity, and no man of integrity could accept being number thirteen to fuck her-lucky thirteen-and being married to a girl who'd not only been fucked by a dozen lovers before him, but countless one-night stands and a few drunken blanks when she couldn't remember the next morning who had stuck it to her mouth or cunt the night before. No ... she'd have to take it slower than usual, lead him gently along, the way you'd housebreak a young puppy, and not act like some gutter-slut off the streets. Yet Lord! She wanted him, wanted his thick hard cock fucking deep up inside her hungrily flooding pussy right this instant! How could she hope to hold out...?
Suddenly, he lifted her to him, kissing her and running his hand along the back of her halter, unfastening the snaps. The halter sagged open, and he clutched one of her naked tits with a feverish need.
Kim gasped aloud.
Jerry's hand squeezed her tit while his tongue played in her mouth and she nibbled on it. Then his thumb and forefinger found the nipple and rolled it hotly between them, generating tiny shocks of lust throughout her impatiently squirming body.
"Oh ... oh, Jerry," she moaned deliriously into his mouth, her cunt burning hotly.
"Kim, Kim, I love you...."
She continued to suck his tongue, drawing it hotly into her throat as the fires went on building inside her heaving belly. She worked her way to her side in his lap, then placed her hand on his naked chest, gradually drawing it down over his stomach until it rested on the belt-loops of his pants. "I love you ... I love you with all my heart ... and all my body, Jerry! God! You've got to hurry up and fuck it to me," she heard herself mewl uncontainedly, ashamed of the way she could not control even a little hesitancy to show she was a decent girl. "Fuck me with that big hard cock of yours before I go mad!"
She touched the front of his pants lightly, her fingers almost searing the cloth of his fly, and then she reached lower, lower ... and touched the throbbing bulge down between his legs!
"Ohhh, God!" Jerry managed to breathe, almost leaping off the couch in his spasming reaction. He could feel his cum-bloated balls aching with an abrupt pressure of sperm, and his loins seemed to arch toward her lewd massage with a will of their own. Her tongue trailed over his cheek, searching for his mouth again, and her hand continued to rub his heavily swollen cock with practiced
"Don't deny it, Jerry," she droned on hypnotically. "You want to fuck your big cock up into my hot little cunt, and I want it there too! Fuck me ... Fuck me good...!" Her obscene words floated across his liquor-hazed, lust-exploded mind. "You know it, and I know it. Why pretend any different?"
On and on she intoned, and the lewd, dirty words tumbling from her lips lashed Jerry's mind into a swirling frenzy. As if he were somebody else and was spirit-free from his own inexperienced young cock, he objectively watched himself move forward and touch both her naked tits again. In response, her hands dipped down once more to his heavily throbbing cock and then she was kissing his mouth, sucking and nibbling on his tongue. Jerry's hands squeezed and kneaded the flesh of her naked tits, her erect pink nipples and her richly rounded areolas. He could feel the wetness of his pre-cum seeping from the head of his thickly pulsating cock as she continued to fist-fuck him with an experienced thoroughness until he was sure his balls were going to explode! Jesus Christ, what kind of wild, hot-cunted bitch had he married?
"Strip your clothes off," she whispered to him. "I want to see that big beautiful cock of yours naked. I want to see how well hung my husband is! Show me your cock, Jerry, please let me see it!"
Mutely, blindly, his mind and body afire with alcohol and lust, Jerry stood up and undid his trousers. He stripped them down with numbed fingers, then slid off his cum-flooded undershorts to stand in front of the couch. He saw his bride's mouth widen in a rapturous smile and her eyes glisten with delight as she stared at his thick, fuck-enraged cock quivering out at a right angle from his balls.
"Oh, it's a lovely cock, just the way I hoped it would look!" she crooned very softly. "You want to fuck it to me, don't you? Don't you, darling? Tell me you want to fuck it to me!"
"Yesss," Jerry groaned. "Jesus, I want to!"
But in spite of the overwhelming passion which she had kindled in him, he still felt a certain amount of guilt and uneasiness over the unadulterated lust to fuck that was being generated on his wedding night. Shouldn't there be some bashfulness, some sense of modest shyness? This wasn't going at all as he had expected...! His face was crimson from both shame and intense arousal; and he averted his eyes, his breathing ragged, when Kim flung her open halter over the back of the couch and started peeling off her shorts. Yet he couldn't keep his eyes off her voluptuous nakedness for long; and when the shorts and thin panties landed beside his bare feet, he once more looked at his bride ... and his breath stuck in his throat!
She lay back nakedly on the couch with her legs spread wide apart, her hands knuckled provocatively on her curvaceously firm hips. She was smiling up at him with her lush red, slightly parted mouth, her teeth slightly bared, just the tip of her wet pink tongue showing. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts were a startling alabaster, jutting up like twin mountain peaks waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. The golden softness of her pussy hair gleamed invitingly, and her tapered legs, so satiny smooth at her inner thighs, were moist with the already hotly flowing juices of her passion-flared little cunt-hole.
"Well, honey? Want to fuck it now?" she purred enticingly.
"Kim-" he managed, but nothing else.
"You want to fuck me?" she repeated.
"Fuck you?" he panted mindlessly, "Damn right I want to fuck you, you hot little bitch! You hot little teasing cunt!"
He fell across her on the couch, his whole being bursting with his now unleashed, uncontrollable passions. His hands roved deliberately and dipped, his fingers parting the soft, hair-lined lips of her pussy until he could teasingly worm his middle finger up into her feverishly clasping vaginal mouth.
"Oh! Oh, it's so good!" Kim gasped. She moved closer, grinding her thighs and pubic hair hungrily up against his hand. Her own fingers tightened around his pulsating cock. Lord! But it was nice! Jerry's penis pressed hard against her belly, its blood-swollen head throbbing, causing the entire length of it to jerk spasmodically. She took one fingernail and gently stroked the urethral tube underneath, around the circumcision ring, and then she curled her smooth hand warmly around its thick, hot base.
"Oooooohh," Jerry sighed. "Christ!"
Kim threw her full nakedness up against her new husband, twisting and squirming, smashing her lips against his mouth and undulating her belly obscenely with his. She never stopped her stroking hand as she murmured in his ear how much she wanted him. "You're so nice and hard, Jerry, I want you to fuck it to me. Fuck it to me now!"
Her nails teased across his back and asscheeks, then, clutching him desperately tight between her wide-splayed legs. Her other hand was still wrapped around his cock and was rubbing it energetically between her hotly pleading cunt-lips, her pussy mouth growing wetter and wider with each second, as if it were ready to leap upward and voraciously devour his cock. Her firm white asscheeks began a grinding of great wildness, snaking out wider still on either side of his thighs with her legs wide and her ankles locked tightly behind his calves.
"Ohhh!" Kim squealed, her eyes closed, but as Jerry rose above her, ready to fuck up into the very depths of her lushly welcoming cunt, she opened them both wide. "Now, honey! Fuck your big beautiful cock to my hot pussy!"
Jerry lunged, battering against her; and Kim's still clasping hand guided his rockhard erection between the desire-wet lips of her hotly flaring little cunt-hole. He eased downward, not wishing to hurt her with that initial thrust, but penetrating her with an easy, slippery rush, amazed by the absence of the virginal resistance he was expecting. Well, Dr. Masters had written that some perfectly innocent girls who had never been fucked before could lose their cherries horseback riding or deep sea diving ... but it was more than that ... the fur-rimmed little mouth of her cunt seemed to be clasping and sucking his blood-engorged cock inward as if wanting to gobble it up alive!
His hardened cock drove up inside of her pussy tightly at first, but not that maiden tightness he had expected, yet it hurt him along the solid flesh of his rod until he had fucked in and out several times and her inner cunt-walls seemed to slowly expand. She cried out beneath him, a little howl of mixed pleasure and pain. Then he fucked inward until their pelvis flesh slapped resoundingly together, and she strained back under him, arching her nakedly spread cunt up to his now ramming penis, his testicles thwacking into the open crevice of her asscheeks with every stroke.
She moaned incessantly, her nails raking the flesh of his back and feverishly humping buttocks. She bit at his lips, turning her face convulsively away, then came back to bite once again. God! He'd never in his life seen anything like this! Or felt it, either! He throbbed the head of his cock deep in her belly, out of his mind with his first taste of fucking a woman, vowing it would be far from his last time too! He was learning, and learning fast; and he wasn't going to let this get away for long!
"Ohhhh, God! It's wonderful! It's so big, Jerry ... so big, so big and wonderfully filling!"
She worked her legs back and forth, her flailing hips working in time up against him. She felt his hardness pistoning up inside her cunt, sliding in the moisture of her hot, slicky, pussy-wall secretions. A rivulet seeped its way between her thighs, collecting beneath her wildly writhing buttocks on the cushion of the couch.
Jerry felt his cock growing with arousal until he thought it would split in half with its excitement. He fucked harder, the battering of her quivering little pussy beginning to call the load of his hot sticky cum up from his swollen testicles. He was going to spew her full in a minute, any minute, and the thought made him fuck into her like an infused satyr.
"Oh yes, darling! Oh, yess, yes!" Kim wailed. "Ram it to me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard and cum, honey! Fill my hot cunt!"
Her obscene chantings only drove Jerry on harder. He ground his pelvis down into her softly yielding flesh and reached down to grab the cheeks of her crazily undulating asscheeks and pull her up tighter until the resounding smacks of his naked belly against hers filled the air. His breathing became ragged and hot. I'm losing control, he thought. My God! I'm blowing my mind.
"Fuck deeper! Fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in a frenzy of near distraction. He clutched her grinding asscheeks with maniacal force and drove his cock up to his balls. "More, more!" she wailed. "Fuck it more!"
He rammed his tongue deep up into her wide open mouth, hoping to compensate, the saliva drooling down into her throat. Rapidly, Kim sucked at it, her body caught up in an insane hurricane of raw, naked lust that drove her on unsparingly. Cock! Prick! That was all! She had to have cock! She groaned in her frustration, splaying her legs wide beyond reason to allow her new husband greater access to her ravenous cunt, but he could not take advantage, quivering as he was in the first throes of his orgasm. Kim heaved her pussy up against his cock mercilessly, uncaring how whorishly she might appear to him now. Nothing mattered except the cum-loaded scrotum which was viciously whacking against her asscheeks and the magnificent cock fucking hard up inside her hungrily milking cunt. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop; relentless devils danced deep in her belly as she strove wildly for her end under the heaving young man ... an end that was an infinitesimal second away....
But then...."I ... I'm going to do it!" Jerry gasped unreasoningly, and threw his head back as if wounded, thrusting his cock's full thickness deep up inside the young bride's pussy. His mouth fell open and he clawed her buttocks convulsively, feeling torrents of hot sperm spilling from the tip of his insanely jerking penis, surging through the depths of her womb like lava from a volcano. Kim could feel it jet out into her welcoming young cunt-hole in great virile ejaculations-his cock lurching with each body-tensing spurt. She was still just seconds away!
"Nooooo! Noooooo! Honey, wait! Wait for me! Wait!" she sobbed in mindless frustration, but it was too late. She squeezed her cunt up against a softening cock which had lost its mastery over her unleashed passions, and her heels pounded desperately into her husband's spent body. With an empty groan, Jerry slipped from between her still desperately gyrating thighs to crawl exhaustedly on the floor. He looked up at her, dazed and bewildered in his satiation as he watched what she was doing....
Kim was beside herself now, the end was so near and yet so far. She-kicked out her legs wide in the air, her own hands fingerfucking ineffectually at the hair-rimmed slit between her thighs. She fucked into herself greedily, fingering her own cunt lewdly in her effort to reach the impossible depths of her vanquished husband's cock which had betrayed her to the demons of unfulfillment. Her beautiful young face turned crimson, flushed by the passionate need to cum, and she continued to moan insatiably as her hand fucked harder and faster between her open thighs, driving her fingers deep into the smooth, sperm-coated crevice of her tight little pussy depths. Electric tingles of darting pleasure raced through her nerves as she felt her long awaited cum approaching-rushing up through her with a massive roar-she hung for a moment, teetering on the edge of release, her whole naked body vibrating and her tits dancing wildly....
"I'm cumming now!" she cried out, her glazed eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling. With a sinking sensation in his heart, Jerry realized that Kim was not calling to him in her passion, but to no man in particular and every man in general. She had forgotten who she was or where she was or whom she was with. Kim was nothing better than a whore, and her wild, uninhibited finger-fucking in front of him proved it beyond the shadow of a doubt. She was enjoying her obscene exhibition so much she didn't even recognize her own husband. Small glistening tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he stared in disbelief at his bride's total depravity and lewdness.
Even as the tears swelled in his eyes from the perverted scene before him, white-hot juices gushed from around Kim's hotly fucking fingers skewering up into her cunt, covering her hand and flowing down onto the cushions below. He could hear her wailing with joy ... then there was utter silence.
Kim stayed nakedly spread the way she was, with her hands tightly fucked up inside her cunt-slit. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers until the last dying throbs had stilled in her body. At last, her fingers slithered wetly from her liquid-drenched pussy, and she rolled limply over on her side.
Tears still trailed down Jerry's cheeks as he staggered upright and stumbled naked for the bathroom to wash the shameful secretions from his genitals. His spirit was humbled, his pride crushed, not only by the lewdness of the experience, but with the knowledge that he had not been man enough to fuck his wife to satisfaction ... as she had so obviously been satisfied by other men many times before he had married her. He did not even look back at the couch where Kim was just beginning to stir again. He had never felt so lost, so confused, and so hurt in his entire life.
He could only pray for one thing, that his mother had been more fortunate in her first night experience with her new husband Jim ... but knowing the way Kim was now, he doubted it. If she was the hot little whore she was, she had to have gotten it somewhere and that somewhere had to have been from Jim Lancer, her father!!!
CHAPTER FOUR
As she moved in the bed the next morning, Emily accidentally brushed against her breasts, and she winced in sudden pain. She touched the delicate surfaces again with her right hand, discovering that the tenderness extended all along her chest and belly to the soft white skin of her inner thighs. Jim's rapacious attack on her long-neglected pussy had been even more vicious than she had realized, and she looked once again at him, thinking how handsome he was-but a beast, a coarse and vulgar jungle beast, bent solely on fucking his women into cruel submission.
Jim was, at the moment, more concerned with the pain in his head. He had washed his face in cold water and taken three aspirins, but still he clutched the bureau with one hand and his forehead with the other, waiting for the elves with their pickaxes to stop drilling through his brain. "Oh shit," he muttered, closing his eyes. "Oh, my fucking head! I need some coffee."
"I would imagine so," his bride said in a quiet, prim tone of voice. "Is that all you need?" she added, tight-lipped.
"No, I could go for another nice piece of ass," Jim replied with half-hearted lightness, "But that'll have to wait until after the coffee. Come on and join me down in the Lodge dining room for breakfast before we go down the river to snag a little trout."
"I'd rather rest a while longer, if you don't mind."
Jim laughed at this, despite the pain it caused. He reached into a drawer, pulling out a striped polo shirt and trousers, as he said, "Really wore your hot little pussy out last night, eh? Well, you'll get used to it, don't worry."
"I sincerely doubt that," she snapped puritanically.
Jim frowned slightly, then walked slowly over and sat down on the side of the bed. He gently began to stroke his quivering wife as she huddled forlornly under the sheets, and he tried to think of some way to comfort her, to tell her how much he loved her ... but his mind was dazed and foggy from his hangover. Faltering, he said, "Sweetheart, listen to me...."
"Go have your coffee and breakfast, Jim. Leave me alone."
"I will, but ... but listen to me. What you experienced last night is typical."
"Is it though? I thought all the other girls were simply delighted to fall victim to your masculine charms, just eager to fling themselves at you."
Jim blushed slightly at the mention of his fucking other women. "I ... didn't mean them, Emily. I meant that it was a typical wedding night for a straitlaced woman around the turn of the century. My mother told me so. She told me how even when she married dad during the First World War, it took some getting used to. She said it was even worse for her mother, that she-my grandmother, that is-cried all night and threw up twice. But after a while, she found she liked it. You will too."
He got up then, kissing Emily lightly on the top of her head, deciding he'd said enough, and that he really did need that cup of coffee and bacon and eggs. He quietly walked out of the motor home.
After she heard the door close, Emily began to weep her tiny, private sobs. She had wanted to reply to Jim, to call him back and tell him it was partly her fault that thing had gone badly the night before ... but she had been speechless. It frightened her too much, the realization of the truth of what Jim had explained to her, that she was indeed a Victorian woman living in the twentieth century, shackled by prudishness and myth. It frightened her even more to know that from such gruesome beginnings, sexual enthusiasm could grow, but how? How could she ever learn to love that huge, steel-hard cock of his fucking mercilessly up into her nakedly spread cunt?
Kim Anderson arose quietly without waking her sleeping young bridegroom. She didn't want to face him just yet, to see the crushed expression in his eyes and to be forced to verbally relive the happenings on the Winnebago couch. Later she would have to talk things over and suffer the shame and humiliation she knew he would heap on her ... but later she could probably handle it. Now it was simply too much to bear.
Shaking her head sadly, Kim began rummaging through her suitcase for some clean clothes. She found a white velour pullover and wriggled into it without the benefit of a brassiere. She was proud that her firm, full breasts still did not need any man-made devices to remain high and perfectly separated, and she enjoyed the soft caress of the stretchy fabric over her sensitive mounds. The sweater was not a see-through, and it covered the full view of her bosom as well as if she had had the additional covering of a bra; but there was something erotically stimulating in the way she gently jiggled whenever she moved, the distended tips of her nipples bobbing like undulating pointers under the tight fabric.
Then she slipped on a pair of very light blue panties that had rosebuds sewn at the corners, and a navy blue pair of shorts which were so short that they were almost halfway up her pale hips, showing off the creases in the front where her legs joined her cunt. With sudden awareness she realized that she-or anybody else-could see her panties, which in turn gave a rather lewd view of the tightly pressed lips of her pussy. A small forbidden thrill tingled through her loins; she knew that if she had any sense, she would quickly change into something less revealing and more modest. This was too daring and suggestive, and Jerry would never approve! She was courting a worse scene than the one the night before, once he caught a glimpse of how she was displaying herself!
With a small, disheartened sigh, she crossed her arms to remove the sweater ... then she paused and dropped her hands. Her impulsiveness with Jerry last night had probably set their marriage adjustment back a bit, and she should act the meek and repentant wife today for both their sakes. But Kim was a proud and strong-willed girl, and as dangerous and flaunting as keeping these clothes on might be, there arose in her a strange and quixotic rebellion which she could not deny. They would stay on ... at least until her point was made!
I've got a good body, she thought as she turned toward the door. A damned fine body ... and Jerry is simply going to have to get used to it ... and appreciate it ... as I, and the guys who fucked me before him have. ... But how?
She didn't know. She had vowed to control her carnally amorous nature long enough to gradually teach him all the tricks she had come to enjoy. She wasn't ashamed of the way she was, and certainly her slender, lovable, handsome young husband had shown his own desires to the best of his limited ability. There ... that was the problem in a nutshell: limited. Jerry was limited not only in technique, but in his very outlook toward sex and bodily satisfaction. She had scared him last night ... she knew that ... scared him as a lover; demoralized him as a man; and reduced his self-esteem and affection for her.
And it was this which she felt the most guilty about, this and the humiliating fact that she could no longer trust her treacherous little pussy. It was obvious that she couldn't stop herself from following her lewd impulses once the sensual juices started flowing. Her promises to herself had not lasted for more than a few short minutes once she was faced with the temptation of Jerry's cock, and Lord! What would happen the next time? And the time after that? Would she end up killing his love and their marriage before it had a chance to get off the ground? Would her hot cunt ruin everything?
She started down the path from their camper site to the main Lodge, her head hanging low and her spirits dragging. But with the fresh dry morning air and the quiet beauty of nature around her, her hopes and dreams were soon revitalized. A brightness and warmth lifted her morbid thoughts, and the recollection of her disgraceful actions faded from her consciousness. It was useless to chastise herself for last night's weaknesses ... she couldn't go back and erase her fingerfucking herself, and surely her love for Jerry was strong enough for her to become the good wife he desired. Take things as they come, Kim told herself, and the problems will certainly sort themselves out! They have to...!
Five minutes later she arrived at the main building, and taking a deep breath, she entered the door to the breakfast room. It was separate from the dining room, which wasn't open until noon; but it was attached to the cocktail lounge with its warm fire forever crackling in the huge hearth and its panoramic view of the river and the mountains beyond. She took a corner table, away from the bright morning sunlight streaming in through the large plate-glass window, and close to the flames which leapt up from the huge oak logs.
As she ate a hearty breakfast of fried eggs, she constantly glanced at the fire as if its flames could assure her that all would be well. Just as she was about to wipe up the last of the egg on her plate with a piece of toast, she heard a familiar voice.
"Mind if I join you, Kim?"
She glanced up then, and saw her father grinning down at her. "Oh, good morning," she said, smiling in return. "I didn't see you over there."
"I know. You had your face buried in your breakfast as if your mind were a million miles from here. Where's Jerry?"
"Asleep," Kim said, her smile fading.
"Uh-huh," Jim said, sliding into the chair across the table from hers. "Emily is still in bed too. She's on the casualty list, I'm afraid."
"Casualty?"
"Never mind," her father sighed. "I've been down here awhile, but over in the lounge part. Damned good thing the booze never stops flowing around here. I needed some of the hair of the dog that bit me last night."
"Don't tell me you're drunk already, Dad?"
"No, I wouldn't call it drunk, but I'm sure as hell not feeling any pain."
The waiter came over, and Jim turned down the standard breakfast in favor of a cup of black coffee. Neither he nor Kim said anything until the young boy returned; and even then there was a long pause, only the sound of cups touching saucers cutting the silence. At last Jim asked, "Well, how'd it go with you?"
"How did what go?"
"Last night! How was it in the sack with Jerry?"
Even Kim blushed slightly at her father's blunt question and said uneasily, "Oh, just fine."
Her father caught the lack of enthusiasm in her response and knew she was avoiding the issue. His early morning vodka had loosened his tongue enough to pursue the subject. "Come on, Kim, this is me asking. Your own father who knows better than anyone else about your wild times. Remember that weekend at the Monterey Motel when we had rooms next to each other? The walls in that old place were so thin we could hear every move everybody else made; and I don't know whose bed was squeaking the loudest:-Carolyn and me, or you with old what's-his-name."
"Bill Marlowe," Kim said tartly.
"Yeah, I never figured out why you didn't marry him. He was nuts about you, as I recall."
"I didn't love him, that's why."
"Uh-huh. Sex is sex, but love is love."
"Dad, please...."
"I know, I know," he said, taking a sip of the strong coffee. "You're married now and a real straight arrow."
"No, it's not that, Dad. We're too close to have silly secrets between us, especially over things like that. It's just...." She lapsed into a weak silence, unable to voice the sadness that hung over her entire consciousness.
"Let me guess," her father said quietly. "It was a bust."
"Dad...."
"A bust, Kim, like mine was last night ... a goddamned disaster."
"Was it?" Kim leaned forward, her breath catching in her throat. "Was it really?"
"I might as well have fucked a hole in the ground, for all the rise I got out of her," he confessed morosely.
"Emily will learn in time, Dad. I was scared the first time too, scared pissless, and I'm sure in retrospect that I must've been the world's worst screw."
"Yeah, you're right. She'll learn in time ... I hope!"
"But if you're a little rough with her now, that's to be expected, Dad. I mean, you're a man, but with a woman, it's different." Unable to contain herself, the dam of her emotions having been cracked by her father's candid remarks, Kim blurted out, "It's inexcusable for me to have acted like you probably did. I ... I really blew it last night."
"Blew it? Well, what's wrong with that?"
"I don't mean it that way, Dad. I wish I did! I mean, well ... I got carried away with things ... only Jerry ... didn't. He wouldn't even speak to me afterwards; and I'm not sure I'll be able to take what he does say when he finally gets around to it. I feel like ... like some old whore who has just seduced an innocent high school boy!"
Jim, seeing the tears welling up in his daughter's eyes, and the trembling of her breasts beneath her thin sweater, reached across the table and fondly patted her hand. "Easy, baby. It's not all that bad. I still love you."
"I don't know what to do about it, Dad. He knows ... he knows all about what I was and still am, I guess. Maybe not the facts, dates and names ... but the general idea. I'm not sure I can act the sweet and naive girl around him any longer; or if I can, if even that will patch up the mess I made of things last night."
"Sweet and naive? Why can't you just be yourself?"
Kim couldn't help laughing at that, though the laugh came out mirthless and bitter.
"Don't you understand? I was myself, and that's what caused the trouble!"
Jim shook his head. "Don't you believe it Kim. Take it from me-and I should know-a guy may want his woman to be a lady in the living room and put up a big front about her decency and propriety, but he wants a slut in the bedroom!"
"No, not Jerry."
"Yes, including Jerry, even if he doesn't know it at the moment." Jim leaned over and looked earnestly into his daughter's eyes. "Listen, I'll tell you a story. When I was at that nudist camp in Nevada summer before last, I was talking to this married gal-hell, she was about your age now-and she told me her sex life had gotten fabulous since she and her husband had become nature freaks. She had a great body, and he was glad everyone knew it belonged to him. Men are funny that way, and Jerry's no different."
"All right, assuming you're correct. What do I do about it?"
"Same kind of thing I'm going to do about Emily. I'm not going to say I'm sorry, and I'm not going to reverse myself and suddenly act humble and contrite when I'm not. It's up to me, and to you, to show Jerry and his mother that they're the ones who are all screwed up! In other words, don't try to play sweet and naive, but be even a wilder lover than you were last night! Bowl him over with sex! Do it with him the way you want to and do it and do it and do it ... until you've shown him how much fun it is, and how much you love him for it! Fuck your way to happiness!"
Kim laughed again, this time with genuine amusement. "Well, if it doesn't work, it'll at least be fun while it lasts!"
"That's the idea!"
For a moment, he and Kim lapsed into silence again, and he studied his only daughter's voluptuous beauty over the rim of his cup while he drank the coffee. The first inkling of a wickedly lewd idea came to him then; and as he sat, he mulled over the plan to see how it might be worked. Thoughtfully he shaped and molded the details, for if he was successful, it would be one of the wildest afternoons he could have ever dreamed of! He could feel his cock throb at the thought.
He had always harbored a secret desire to watch his voluptuous daughter getting fucked out of her skull ... to see her writhing and moaning beneath a lustful man ... and her conversation about last night with Jerry had sparked the obscene and perverted wish into a full-grown need. And if Emily were along with him, as she more than likely would be, the sight would blow her prudish mind! Of course, Emily might object, to the point of ruining everything ... but Jim believed the advice he had been giving Kim, and he had the notion that spying on another couple fucking like crazy might be just the ticket to set his bride's cunt on fire with passion!
The more he thought about watching them fuck, the more he was eager to give it a try. He knew that there was a good chance it would not happen; there was too large an element of luck involved to give any guarantees, but he was determined to make it work. What the hell, there was nothing to lose ... and a lot to gain! His cock throbbed with depraved excitement, his mouth twisting in a smile of sheer lechery.
"Tell you what, Kim," he said smoothly to his daughter. "I'll host a party tonight over at our campsite. You know, turnabout for the celebration you and Jerry gave last night. Only you see to it that Mr. Morals drinks like a fish, until all his resistance is washed away."
Thinking about how Jerry had acted while stoned with the vodka and tonic, Kim saw that her father might have an idea. Liquor short-circuited inhibitions better than anything else that was readily available, as she well knew from all the times she had found herself in the sack after a few too many! "But," she told her father wisely, "you'll have to be the one who plies Jerry with the sauce, not I. He'll be on his guard with me, whereas he'd go along with you because you're a man."
"And maybe he'd listen to me too," Jim added. "If the topic comes up openly, I'll try to set him straight." Then, leaning forward more intently, he said, "Don't rest on your laurels until tonight though. Try to cop a feel of his cock as soon as you get back to your camper."
"Not a chance," Kim sighed unhappily. "That bed is strictly off-limits for anything other than sleeping, at least until he cools down."
"Then take him down the river for a little ... uh ... pussy-fishing."
"Down the river?" Kim's mouth opened wide with surprise. "You mean get him to lay me right out in the open?"
"Sure! A little picnic maybe, nice and innocent. Once his guard is down, fuck it to him! He loves you, Kim, he won't be able to keep his hands off you, not once his juices start flowing. And Christ, I know how you operate! You could cause a dead man to get a hard-on if you set your mind to it!"
"How the hell do you know so much about my sex life anyway?" Kim snapped, nettled by her father's obvious interest in her sexual affairs. "I wasn't all that open about my men, was I?"
"No," Jim answered, winking good-naturedly. "No, but it was the older ones who liked to talk to me, since I was your father. Or didn't you know some of them called you the 'cock-cannibal'?"
"Dad! If you ever told Jerry that, I think I'd kill you with my bare...."
"Don't worry, I won't! But just between you and me, my darling daughter, I like you wild and woolly! Face it, you're better than all the girls I've known, and if they like getting screwed, why shouldn't you? Isn't that what love is all about-seeing that the one you love is happy? And Kim, I love you more than anybody else, except Emily, of course."
"Thanks, Dad," Kim said softly, smiling tenderly at her father. "That's sweet of you to say. And I ... I think you're the greatest too ... outside of Jerry. Maybe ... maybe I will try and get him to go on a picnic with me like you suggest. He loves to swim, and I can always suggest that maybe he needs a little outdoor recreation!"
"Dave Jackson told me you gave the meanest cocksucking in the world," her father leaned over and whispered. "Maybe you could lick his cock a little and show him the real joy of sex."
"Dad! You beast," she smiled. "But maybe. Perhaps he needs to see what a red-hot, shameless little whore I really can be when I get turned on to fucking ; ... especially when there's a little ... uh ... as you say, fishing involved!!!"
CHAPTER FIVE
As they walked along the riverbank heading toward a quiet fishing spot, young Jerry Anderson studied his new bride. Despite his mixed and seething emotions, he couldn't help admiring her magnificently curved body. She was walking in a relaxed manner, their picnic lunch in a bag on her shoulder. Full noon sunlight shone on the river and glistened off her golden hair like an admiring spotlight from the gods. From where Jerry walked carrying their fishing poles at the rear of her, the twenty-two-year-old girl was everything he had ever desired in a woman; and his leanly muscular thighs throbbed with a defiant desire to once again fuck his cock into her ripely curvaceous flesh.
But as much as he wanted to touch her, kiss her, make love to her-as much as he knew she wanted him too-he couldn't seem to make that first move. Not after last night! One half of him cried out that he was a man, her man, her husband, and should therefore enjoy all of the sweet taste of her
... but the other half shouted that he was also a man of pride and integrity and should have nothing to do with a potion, however sweet, that was flavored with poisoned honey. He didn't know what to do any longer. He had hoped that coming out to fish at the lonely spot down the river bank as she had suggested, would somehow clear his head ... provide him with a new direction; for having spent the morning alone in the camper bus had only left him more confused and angry.
She had tried-oh God, how Kim had tried to be nice and cheery and wifey to him!-but he was still stymied, unable to fathom the situation, much less how to handle it. The whole affair was so damned alien to him, so utterly foreign to anything he'd ever had to encounter before in his life! He'd stare at Kim and know he loved her with all his heart, and then his whirling mind would envision his lovely bride in the arms and the bed of another man and he would grow cold in his soul.
Jerry's young brain continually swirled with lewd pictures of Kim and the men who had fucked her before ... her curvaceous, naked young body displayed whorishly for them; her smoothly tapered legs spread and her firm thighs quivering in anticipation; the curl-fringed lips of her tight little cunt quivering and beckoning to them to fuck it.
... Her premarital lovers were faceless in his mind, for all that Jerry imagined were their hard, erect cocks standing out from their loins, their huge hairy balls, cum-loaded and swinging down between his wife's welcoming thighs as she reached out to grasp their great throbbing cocks and guided them in toward her hungrily demanding cunt ... and then, the wild, wet fucking sounds as the no-name men slithered their virile cocks up inside the eagerly flaring blonde-fringed mouth between her wide-splayed legs, her pussy clasping around their meaty shafts with carnivorous lust ... the deep throbbing ... the incoherent babblings as their desire-convulsing bodies reached for the magical apex of a cock-and-cunt-bursting cum ... and then the hot, wet gush of male cock-juices, the white-hot semen pooling in his bride's belly and mixing lewdly with her own wildly spewing sexual secretions....
God! Jerry clenched his eyes tightly together, unable to look at Kim, quietly spreading the blanket for them now. He turned swiftly and took a bottle of wine to cool in the river as he set out their fishing poles according to her earlier instructions. He wished that the river could as easily cool the jealousy which raged in his heart, and wash away the thought which burdened his mind ... the thoughts of a hundred other guys fucking the living shit out of his bride!
His lovely wife was near tears and she felt a warm wetness beginning to form in her eyes as she watched her young husband setting out the fishing poles on the bank. She compressed her lips tightly, remembering her father's advice, and determined that Jerry would not see her sadness. When at last he took the bottle out again, and came toward her with it in his hands, she consciously ignored the obvious agitation in his manner, and managed to smile weakly up at his as if nothing was wrong.
"Having a good time, honey?" she half whispered.
"Yeah." His voice sounded strangely hoarse. "Yeah, a great time, a helluva great time."
"I ... I'm glad." She slid nearer to him as he sat down on the blanket. "You want me to help you with the cork?"
"No, I don't need your help." He grabbed the bottle opener with its corkscrew attachment and started jabbing it into the cork. The inside of his mouth was terribly dry. He wished she wouldn't sit so close to him, so close that he could smell the feminine heat of her body. Jesus, it was all building up inside him like an atomic explosion, building up until he wasn't sure he could control it.
He coughed, as if to swallow the words of anger and pain that were forming in his throat, trembling as Kim slid very close to him now, the twin mounds of her half-naked breasts touching his arm. No brassiere-Christ, she didn't even have the modesty to cover her tits decently! But what for? he thought cynically. How many men has she stripped naked for already, thrusting out those magnificent tits of hers to be kissed and sucked and squeezed ... maybe fucked between....
Kim reached out hesitantly and stroked his bare arm, pulling at the short sleeve of his T-shirt. Jerry didn't look at her, his eyes remaining on the stubborn bottle of wine, his lips still tightly pressed while he tried to pry the cork out. He needed a drink in the worst way. Why didn't the cork come out? It was like it was glued in there! He battled the bottle some more, shaking her fingers off of him as though they were annoying insects; and then the top portion of the cork broke, dislodging the cheap corkscrew. Now he'd have to start over!
But it was too late for that. It was too late for everything, and his bitterness and self-pity welled up in his mouth till he thought he'd choke. He turned savagely to Kim, his eyes smoldering, and said in a shaky voice, "How many, Kim?"
The tone of his voice caused her heart to pound violently. "How many what, honey?"
"Don't honey me," Jerry snapped. "How many other guys fucked you?"
"Jerry ... Jerry, please...."
"Goddamn it!" he snarled. "How many fucked you before me?"
"We ... we'd better change the subject," she said quietly.
"I'd hate to ruin your day with my emotional feelings," he replied, his words abruptly clipped. "I must seem like an idiot to you, asking that."
"No, Jerry," she said weakly. "No, you don't. It's just that I love you. I love you very much, and I ... I hate seeing you suffer this way. Please, can't you just forget about it? It has nothing to do with us."
"Fine, just fine," he said sarcastically. He yanked viciously at the cork in the bottle. "My tender bride turns out to have been fucked by everything but the family goat-and I'm supposed to forget it. Forgive and forget! Well, you're right. I will forget that question-I doubt that you've got fingers and toes enough to count up all the guys you've fucked before me. But answer me this: did you like their cocks in your cunt?"
In spite of herself, Kim found her mind returning to some of her boyfriends she had known and been fucked by ... to the vision of spreading her legs wide open to them and the feel of their large, rock-hard cocks fucking deep up into her heatedly responding cunt. Had she liked them fucking her? Yes ... yes, hell yes, she had! She had liked it enough to reach an orgasm, to cum in blinding, crashing waves and to cry out her own fulfillment and beg them shamelessly like a five-dollar whore to spew their flood of hot milky cum deep up into her belly....
"Well?" Jerry asked, flinging the bottle from him in frustration. "I asked you a question, bitch! Did you like them fucking you? Did you like it better than fishing?"
"Oh, Lord, Jerry honey, don't torture me or yourself this way!"
"You did like their cocks in you, didn't you?"
"Yes!" she blurted. "Jesus Christ, yes! I loved their big cocks splitting my pussy!"
"You fuckin' whore!"
"Yes, I'm a whore! Now does that make you feel better?" The words were a whip to her brain, a well-deserved verbal chastisement, and she felt the masochistic need to hear more. "Yes, I'm a slut, a tramp! And I love getting fucked! Yes, EVEN better than fishing!"
She sobbed uncontrollably against his chest now, but he refused to touch her. "You act like you're proud of the fact," he said.
"Noooooooo," she wailed miserably. "No, I'm not proud. I love you and I've hurt you deeply, by admitting I've been fucked by a lot of guys, but ... but this all happened before we met, Jerry, believe me, before we met. I didn't know you. How could I know it would make this difference? I didn't love any of them."
"It's the idea that you let a man fuck you at all that hurts, Kim," he said contemptuously; and goaded with righteous indignation, he added, "And so I wasn't good enough to make you cum last night. Me, who hasn't been around and haven't cracked my nuts on other women, I couldn't please you last night, could I?"
"No, Jerry, no ... you don't understand. I love you, I want only you now...."
"I was a reject!"
Her fingers were kneading the front of his T-shirt spasmodically now, and Kim felt a curious tingling sensation beginning in the pit of her stomach. "You were fine, you were wonderful, Jerry...."
"Don't lie to me!" he barked scornfully.
"You ... you're everything I want in a man, Jerry!"
"Oh, you just like to finger-fuck yourself better than fucking, is that it? Your fingers instead of my cock, right?"
"No! No, it ... it happens that way sometimes, that's all, honey. You set me on fire last night, made me ready to crawl the walls with your fucking!" The tingling was spreading, inflaming her cunt, and she knew it was the beginning of intense arousal. For some perverted reason, her husband's derisiveness was having a sexual effect on her body. She was being slowly consumed with lust, with a desire for Jerry, for his flesh, for his ... his cock fucking up inside of her pussy. I want him to fuck me, she thought suddenly. I'm a whore, aren't I, nothing but a whore, and that's what whores want, isn't it? To be fucked ... fucked ... fucked.... I
"It was our first time, Jerry," she said, faltering. "A ... a couple learns together, from each other, about each other's needs and moods and delights...." Her hand began to make tiny circular motions on his stomach, rubbing gently, teasingly, dipping lower until it was just about to the waistband of his tennis shorts. "I've been fucked by other men, it's true. But no man like you, Jerry, and we'll be wonderful together, you'll see. We'll learn from each other, if you'll give me-give us-the chance...."
He wanted to throw her away as he had the wine bottle. He didn't want another thing to do with her ... but he was unable to take his eyes off her provocative tits as she squirmed her thinly clad body eagerly against him. Involuntarily, his cock lurched against his undershorts, and his balls jerked with a lewd spark of arousal!
God, if he only didn't love her so much! Oh, how he'd like to give in to his physical cravings right this minute, sweep her in his arms and fuck her and tell her yes, that he'd forgive and forget. She was so damnably desirable, so ... so damned hot to fuck! He moistened his lips, already mentally kissing her soft coral lips, caressing her big white tits and licking the pink-rimmed nipples he could almost see....
Jerry's excited cock swelled with new hunger and strained for release against his pants. He sucked in his breath, trying to stiffen his resolve and reaffirm his anger, to banish the lecherous thoughts in his mind which were betraying him ... but in spite of his best intentions, his hardened cock remained throbbing and blood-bloated. He looked down at Kim's wandering hand, remembering how she'd touched his cock the night before and wondering if his fury and wrath about letting other guys fuck her were making her attempt the same thing again. He couldn't comprehend what was happening to either of them now; he couldn't understand at all.
"What ... what the hell do you think you're up to, Kim?"
"Jerry...." she moaned soulfully, "oh God, Jerry, I ... I want you to fuck me so badly!"
"What?" he asked increduously. "I want you to ... to fuck me! Fuck me right here and now!"
"What?" he said again, not believing his ears. "Here? Out here in the woods like a couple of ... rabbits?"
"Yes! Oh, Jerry, yes! Let's fuck like rabbits."
Her hand moved to the waistband of his shorts now, sliding under it and the elastic top of his underwear. She could feel the wiry bristles of his cock hair, and the touch of him sent ripples of desire coursing through her cunt. Her hand dipped still lower, seizing and caressing the head of his cock, and then she ran her fingernail over it tantalizingly. Blood pounded through Jerry's balls, causing his cock to tremble with its hardness and palpitate achingly under her probing fingers. Jesus! She was stark staring mad! This was a hundred times more debauched than before, where at least they had been in the privacy of their own camper! His brain reeled, her fingers on him like boiling hot irons, inflaming his cock and balls until fiery arousal consumed his desire to resist....
His eyes flew guiltily around the small clearing and across the river, afraid that her cock-stroking would be seen. But nobody was around ... they were alone, as alone as if they were in the camper ... '.
"Jerry," his bride mewled pleadingly, completely caught up in her excitement, knowing that she was awakening her husband's love for her. It was as her father had prophesied-that by being more blatantly sensuous than she had been before, she was awakening both Jerry and herself to a passion which even she hadn't realized existed until now! She had to have him! "Jerry ... Jerry, don't you want to fuck my pussy?"
"Holy Jesus!" he gasped. His hips began to squirm and rotate on the blanket from her lewd cock-stroking under his shorts, and he was breathing as if he'd run the hundred yard dash in record time. "I ... I can't believe this!"
"Don't you, Jerry? Don't you feel my fingers around your big hot cock?"
Kim's nimble hands continued to caress his cock and balls, sliding down across his swelling testicles as she ground her soft, braless titties against his T-shirted chest. Her other hand was beginning to dexterously unsnap the front of his tennis shorts, widening the zipped fly so she could clasp his hotly aching cock more firmly. Her lips were parted and she kept running her pink little tongue wetly back and forth across them, her breath was fervid and as hot as a cunt against his face, her eyes lidded with her own sensual need to be fucked crazy.
Jerry knew he should pull his cock away from her, end this impossible scene before it reached the point of no return. But the maddening pleasure of her fingers around it rendered him frozen, incapable of motion. She's crazy! he thought with gathering panic. I married a fucking nympho! Playing with my cock right out in the open this way! Jesus, what a hot fucking bitch!
"Tell me you do, Jerry ... tell me you want to fuck it to my hot little cunt-hole."
"I can't!" he groaned, shaking his head with confusion. "You're a slut, a whore, you've been fucked by a dozen other guys! ... that's not right!"
"No, Jerry, you're the one who's not right," the unhappy blonde blurted out from the pressure of her needs. "Fucking and sucking cocks and pussies is fun and natural, and a nice way of getting closer to somebody else."
"Is that all it is? Is that all I am to you? A cock to fuck you?"
"No! sex is not wrong without love-but it's not as good as it can be with the one you really love! All right, so I've been fucked silly by other men, but don't you understand? It only makes me appreciate the love I have for you, Jerry! Ohhhh, come on and fuck me, fuck me like the other guys did!"
"God, Kim-!"
"It's okay, honey, go ahead and enjoy fucking my hot little pussy, enjoy what I have to give! The other guys loved to fuck it!"
"But ... but what if somebody comes along the river and sees us?"
"Nobody will," she moaned, not caring at that moment if they were spotted. "We're all by ourselves way out here in the woods. Just let yourself go, honey, stick your cock in me and fuck me and want me...."
"I ... I...." His voice choked in his swollen throat. He stared at his bride transfixed, his cock pulsing maddeningly in his opened tennis shorts from her lewd and wanton fondlings of his cock, her lurid words battling with his own well-taught concepts of morality. It was wrong, it had to be! Or was it...? So much had happened in so short a time. "No, I ... no! ... Ohhhhhh, shit yes! I'll fuck you! Yes, yes, yes!"
Jerry couldn't help himself any longer! His admission tore from his chest in a strangled cry he barely recognized as his own, and then she was pressing her warm, moist lips down hard against his mouth. Kim's fingers were moving faster and faster on his turgidly pulsing hardness as their hot, slippery tongues curled around together burning and flicking back and forth in the rhythmic attitude of fucking. And then she drew hers out and whispered wetly in his ear:
"Strip me naked! Rip my panties off! As if I were a slut, Jerry! As if I were your own whore you had just paid ten dollars to fuck any way you liked!"
His hand bunched over the thin fabric of her sweater, then savagely he tore it up and over her head. There was a whispering, whooshing sound as it came loose from her arms, and her taut hard-nippled breasts were suddenly nodding free in the warm heat of the California sun. He gropingly closed his hands over her shorty shorts, clutching them desperately as he fumbled with the zipper; and when he yanked it down over her sensuously grinding asscheeks and hips, he curled his fingers so as to grab her panties as well. She helped him remove the shorts and panties by twisting her hips and squeezing her thighs together, and viciously he drew them down over her straining legs, wet now from the hotly flowing fuck-juices of her naked cunt.
And then she was entirely nude and lying on the blanket, and his hands were on her heaving white tits, kneading and pinching her pebble-like nipples until she mewled with pleasure deep in her throat. Then one hand was moving down, down over her rippling belly, through the soft blonde curls of her pussy hairs, finally sliding into the moist, trembling slit of her hungrily yearning little cunt-hole. She whimpered in unrestrained excitement as he massaged the tiny pulsing tit of her clitty between his thumb and forefinger. Her naked asscheeks began to grind down into the blanket, in wild, uncontrolled eounterpoint to his lewd fingering up between her widespread legs. Her head nailed from side to side, the sensations so intense within her that fresh new moans of passion and arousal erupted from her throat one after another.
Kim continued to grip her husband's granite-hard cock, drawing the shaft back and forth, tickling the blood-swollen vein on its underside. She felt every ridge, every muscle, every vein in its immense expanse ... but she wanted to know it better, to learn each and every inch of it. She was totally lost now in the building passions which she had allowed to ferment in both their bodies, and which their caressing hands were now further enhancing.
I want to suck it, she thought then as she stroked his penis. I want to suck his big hard prick before he fucks me with it. I want to feel it in my mouth. I want to know what my husband tastes like and enjoy it.
"Let me teach you, Jerry darling," she sighed up at him. "Let me teach you things you never knew existed before!"
Jerry ran his tongue across his lips again, finding them even drier than before. He felt a tremor course through his loins. Christ, why not? He loved her, he reasoned insanely ; he'd always love her, no matter what she was or did! If she could show him some things she'd learned from other guys, he'd be a fool to turn it down! Christ, he loved her!
"Yes," he groaned in answer. "Yes, teach me everything those bastards taught you, you little bitch!"
He felt his bride stir then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at him with love and devotion in her eyes. She brushed the tips of her nakedly dangling tits across his cock and balls as he lay on his back on the blanket, and whispered enticingly down at him: "I want to lick your prick, honey. I want to lick your lovely prick and then I want to suck it up into my throat. Would you like that?"
Tremors of lewd desire ran rampant through his flesh. He'd never dreamed of such degeneracy! Oh sure, there'd been the locker room talks his friends always indulged in, but he always considered that to be wild imagination, or something you paid a fancy whore to do if you could afford it! But his own wife! His own ever-loving wife begging to suck his cock, right out in the middle of the woods! And she wanted to ... wanted to lick and suck his cock, wanted his cum, wanted him!
"Yes!" he crooned. "Oh, Jesus, yes, baby, suck my balls dry!"
Grinning licentiously, Kim began to slide his tennis shorts and undershorts down off his thighs and legs, until his lust-driven cock burst out and into the warm, sweat-slicky palm of her hand. When his clothes were entirely off and he was naked from his T-shirt down, she held his hardened cock clasped for a moment, making little animal sounds of abandoned joy deep in her chest. She cupped his cum-filled balls in her other hand, rubbing them gently back and forth, squeezing them very softly, making the cum build hot and explosive in his scrotum.
Jerry felt the exquisite thrill of her fingers on his balls searing through his body, and suddenly he didn't care any more-he didn't care where she'd learned to suck cock or how many other men's cum she'd swallowed; he didn't care if they were seen fucking by the whole world! The only thing that mattered was that Kim, luscious, desirable Kim, was playing with his cock and balls and wanted to suck him off ...!
Kim poised her face just above the rigid shaft of her new husband's penis. Her eyes were wide open and she stared down at the thin sheen of lubricating fluid which dribbled from the small opening in the glans slit and flowed down along the crown to shine moistly in the brilliant light of the afternoon sun. She kept staring at it as if hypnotized by that cum-filled little unseeing eye, and like a charmed cobra, it seemed to sway before her face and urge her mouth mutely closer, draw nearer.
She obeyed. Her lips were only a scant inch from the purplish blunt cock-head ... half an inch ... and then her tongue slipped out with an agonizing slowness and touched the rubbery flesh. She began to swirl her tongue around the opening, lapping up all the hot, delicious cum, her brain surging from the electric sensation of his cock and the clear, ambrosial tang of his seminal emission. It tasted good, good, good! She ovaled her lips wider and took the huge bulbous head inside her butter-soft mouth, swirling her tongue faster and faster now over his hotly quivering cock-tip, causing Jerry to cry out in pure delight.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus, Kim! Ohhhhhh, I never knew...!" With a spontaneity born of inexperience, he wrapped his hands in her hair and pushed her face down on him, making her take more of his blood-engorged rod of flesh into her hungrily nibbling mouth.
She massaged the soft, resilient skin of his balls with one hand, while the thumb and forefinger of her other hand were stroking the thick base of his cock at the same time. She was sucking rhythmically up and down, twirling the softness of her tongue maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking across the tiny split in the glans. Jerry flexed his asscheeks on the blanket, moaning, looking down at the cascade of her flailing blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down above his naked loins. He imagined her fleshy pink lips being pulled out, tightly clinging to his hardened cock as she sucked voraciously, his feverish mind churning with the lewdness of the act. He could feel her naked titties dancing hotly against his belly, and he knew that he was going to cum in her beautiful little mouth before very much longer. He could feel the surging, boiling semen in his scrotum, and the impending eruption-of his churning sperm which his bride was threatening to milk right out of him. God, she was ... she was an incredible cocksucker! He had never believed it could feel like this!
There was nothing else in the world, in the universe, for Jerry Anderson at that very instant. He didn't see his mom or Kim's father standing together in the shadows behind the nearby trees; he didn't see Emily waver unsteadily or Jim take her arm with a gentle tug against his body. Even if he had seen them, he wouldn't have bothered to do anything about it. The only thing that existed for the young bridegroom then was the surging cauldron of hot cum which was only seconds away from ejaculating from his ballooning testicles,....
It wouldn't be long now until he shot it far up into her hungrily working little throat, and he wanted to look down when he did and watch her hot little Adam's apple bob up and down when she swallowed it down into her whorish little belly. Jesus Christ! He was going to shoot her so full of cum he could envision it filling her belly, throat and tits, and running out the tips of her nipples like hotly flowing mother's milk!
Earlier that morning Emily Lancer had pulled herself from her bed. Jim was still having his breakfast at the main Lodge, and, remembering his words: "piece of ass right after coffee," she thought it judicious to be fully dressed when he returned. She did not want to risk inciting his lust any more by letting him catch sight of one of her naked titties or pussy hairs as she dressed in his presence.
Now she walked slowly among the trees by the peaceful river, her gaze wandering from Jim by her side to the marvelously unspoiled forests which reached to the horizon in every direction. She had been a little sorry that their two youngsters had already packed up and gone fishing and were not waiting for them in their camper bus when they had stopped by a few moments ago, for she loved her son and was growing to like his bride, and it would've been fun to see them again after last night. But then again, she wasn't too sorry, for when Jim had returned from his extended breakfast, he had 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 along the placid river looking for a quiet pool in which to fish. It seemed strange to her that Jim acted intent on following one particular route, one without a marked path, but which meandered back and forth along the riverbank. It required him to pause occasionally and look around, listening closely, as if he were on the lookout for something in particular. But this was only a fleeting thought to her; for her heart was beating rapidly with other more important matters.
The wild and uninhibited fucking she had been subjected to on her wedding night still preyed heavily on her mind. The more she considered it and her prissy behavior with Jim this morning, the more she became irritated at and ashamed of 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 listening to her own puritanical mind when Jim had persisted in his desire to fuck 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 to get into her panties.
But it was going to be different from now on, she pl-edged. She was still too inexperienced to know exactly how to go about it, but she was firmly resolved to try and become the "hot fuck" he desired and needed. Good Lord! She was a grown-up, remarried woman now, and it was high time she discarded at least some of her Victorian hang-ups about people fucking. Possibly if she had done so a long time ago, as Jim had urged, none of last night's disaster would have been necessary. And at this very moment, they would be in each other's arms with his cock up inside her....
She trod softly over the pine needles in her tennis shoes, smiling slightly with the dream of her new resolutions to become a little more whorish. And she was glad Jim had suggested that she not wear stockings or pantyhose while they fished; what with all these bush snags! Jim, a step ahead of her, held his hand down to help her step over a huge log, and then descended first to help her on the way down. Then he said, "I ... I wanted to apologize for last night, Emily. 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.
"Your tits and cunt were so breathtakingly beautiful, standing there nude," he said contritely, feeling his cock throbbing between his legs. God! How he wanted to fuck her tight little pussy right now! But he knew that pinning her down on the ground among the bushes and ramming his cock up into her deliciously hot cunt 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 at his bride, his true emotions so lacking in remorse that he feared she'd see right through him, but he had to continue his act. "I ... I don't know what got into me," he added lamely, "maybe the devil. Maybe the devil made me fuck you that way."
"No, darlin'," Emily 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 real man, while I...." she ended the sentence in a woeful sigh.
"And you're a helluva 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 cunt you can handle!"
"You will be," he promised her sincerely. "You'll see, you will be!" He was encouraged by her use of the four-letter word. "I hope you're right ... for the sake of our marriage and love. I hope so!" She turned away from him to hide the sudden urge to cry that was overcoming her. "L-Let's rest here a moment and then go back to the camper, darling." Her warm tone was promising.
Jim hesitated, looking around as if earnestly seeking something, frowning slightly. "No ... not just yet, if you don't mind, honey. I ... I feel sort of fidgety today and you know how much I like to walk in the woods. Let's go on a bit further and look for trout."
Emily nodded mutely, a small twinge of despondency coming over her. He doesn't want to fuck me again yet, she thought miserably. He's afraid to take me back to bed and find I've still got a frozen cunt, and that's why we're wandering out here along the river this way. She walked behind him without question, though, figuring that it was she who would now have to show patience and understanding, and again promising herself that she'd try harder to please his cock when the next chance arose. She caught up with him as they strolled around a bend which brought the foothills of the mountains into perfect view; and pressing her hand into his, she brushed her sensuous tits against him often as they walked. She was trying desperately to take his mind from fishing.
"You know," Jim said, fighting off a hard-on with light conversation, "a guy in the bar who's up here fishing for trout, too, told me this morning that there are gold mine ruins out there, leftovers of a rich mine that was operated during the gold rush."
"Is that so?" she said, only half listening. It was as if she were entirely alone with Jim in a world of peace and tranquility; and, as she continued walking, the worried young bride began feeling a little more relaxed and calm.
Soon they neared a small, secluded river beach sheltered by a semicircle of high willow trees, their rich green boughs reaching all the way down to the riverbank and surrounding the beach. The ground was covered with spongy moss, and little water pools were everywhere. The two of them worked their way a little closer to look for trout in the protected pools; and just before they were going out of the protected cover of branches, they heard another sound. With Jim's hand holding her back, Emily leaned forward, puzzled....
They were the oddest noises she had ever heard in her life! They didn't sound like they were animal noises, and as she listened, they seemed more human in their intonation!
Then-"Oooooooohhhhh shit! It feels like you're sucking my whole cock up inside your throat!"
Emily froze, her mind, which had been sor full of happiness, now torn asunder by the crude grunts of passion she had just heard. Her face contorted with confusion, and as she turned to her husband, her breath choked 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 Kim and Jerry down the fucking river for nothing! "It sounded like a man," he continued, trying to act perplexed. "It sounded almost like ... like your son, Jerry."
"My son? No, it can't be!"
Her protests were cut short by the sounds of more lewd words like cock and cum, this time muffled and from a woman's lips. Emily couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Kim's!
"I love it! Yes, yes, I love the taste of your cock when it cums a little at first! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Emily was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Jim Lancer. She wanted to run, to flee 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 great. They rounded a few more trees, and as they grew nearer, the moans of passion became more distinct.
"You like having a blow job, don't you, Jerry?"
"God Almighty, yes! I love your hot mouth around my cock. It's so sweet, so tender...!"
There was silence for a moment, and Emily heard the rustling of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man-no longer just a man, but her son, Jerry-moaned and sighed with his newfound cocksucking delight.
"Look!" Jim suddenly hissed in her shocked ear. "Look over there behind the willow branch!"
Emily took one quick glimpse and abruptly she felt as if she would scream. Instead, she raised the back of her hand to her lips and swallowed heavily. "Oh ... no!" she gasped behind her covering hand. "I don't believe it!"
What she had seen was her young son, Jerry, lying spread-eagled on a blanket completely naked, rolling his head in ecstasy while Kim knelt between his legs. The curvaceous blonde-haired bride was as nude as he, and she was moistly running her ovaled mouth up and down over Jerry's thickly jutting cock, her expression that of a woman possessed. Emily leaned against a tree, unable to move. "I ... I simply can't believe it!" she gasped again.
Jim chuckled quietly and folded his arms across his chest. "Christ, Emily, it's perfectly plain. My daughter is sucking your son's cock."
The mother 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! Jerry knew that. He had been raised properly ... but there he was ... how could he be ... how could her own son be ... be...? She couldn't even find the words to express the horrid view! Then Emily 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 a beauty sucking a guy's cock?"
She twisted her head to stare at her husband, not sure she could believe what she had heard him utter, or the grinning, hot-eyed expression she now saw on his face. "You don't mean that you ... approve of what my son and your daughter are doing, do you?" she blurted out incredulously. "They're ... like animals!"
"It looks like fun to me, sweetheart!"
"It's awful! They've gone crazy!"
"Who can tell whether a cock should be sucked in passion? It's the strongest emotion in the world. Everybody needs something 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 daughter and your son, I think our kids are making each other very happy! Cocksucking or not!"
Emily 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 being fucked the previous night and her unwilling re-initiation into sexual practices, and of her promises today that she'd learn how to be a woman. Did it take such whorish acts to please a man? No, it couldn't! It was sinful just to consider such perversions, much less lower oneself to perform them. Or ... was it? Emily seriously began questioning her ironclad values, wondering if she was incapable of ever knowing what a man or woman wanted done to them to turn them on.
What was sex all about? Jim had fucked her in the normal way last night, but it had left her cold and frightened. Where was the fire in her cunt she assumed should come? Was sex really the brutal fucking she'd experienced and would it never get better for her-or was it this untamed lust that drove people mad, like sucking cocks she was witnessing now? The thought raced through her shattered mind-what would it feel like to act so whorish-what would it be like to have a cock in her mouth? Sucking it!!!
"You can do it that way," Jim said softly, dropping his hand gently on her quivering shoulder, "whenever you decide you want to."
"No ... no, never!" she moaned, squirming from the touch of his hotly brushing fingers. "I won't, I can't! It's wrong!"
She could sense a strange, light-fingered tingling beginning between her cunt-lips, 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 asscheeks together, squeezing her pussy-lips tight in an effort to quiet the mysterious sensations.
"Look at her suck it," Jim said, pulling her closer to him. "Kim's mouth's enjoying it, and so is your son's cock. Aren't they?"
"Yes, yes, I guess so," she breathed, her eyes locking against her will on her son with his legs wide apart and his enormous, saliva-slickened young cock sunk all the way up into Jim's daughter's hotly clasping mouth. She could see clearly his glistening thick shaft disappearing into the softly rounded lips of Kim'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 Emily could ever have imagined. God, how hot Kim 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 up inside her slowly flooding cunt-walls.
"Jim," she whispered almost hysterically. "Let's go! We have to ... right now! I can't stand it!" she whimpered, tears filling her eyes.
"We'll stay until she's finished sucking his cock, sweetheart," he said firmly, almost severely. "If they hear us now, they'll 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 about loving the taste of cum."
Emily's heart skipped a beat at the obscene suggestion. Watching others fuck! How sordid! It was far worse than going to one of those X-rated movies, for this was like peeking through 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 of her son getting his cock sucked. She had to look-the obscene spectacle was mesmerizing her. Her mind rebelled-to watch her beautiful daughter-in-law toying with the nakedly squirming body of her own young son was depraved and lewd! She knew she should demand that Jim take her back to their camper, but now even her voice seemed to have deserted her.
She stared mindlessly as she heard the deep, hotly teasing gurgling from Kim's throat only a few feet from her. Jerry, the delirious grin on his face widening, was taking her hair more brutally in his hands and fucking her head up and down while he thrust upward to ram his lust-thickened cock deep up into her eagerly sucking mouth. Emily held her breath. She was certain Kim was going to choke from the sheer brute size of his erection in her throat ... but she did not. She milked it hungrily as if she'd waited all her life for something this delicious and filling to erupt in her belly.
Emily couldn't help watching in licentious fascination as Kim's elastically oval lips puckered with all their might around the virile young cock 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 Emily wince, its very urgency bringing a moan to the older woman's lips. Emily found her tongue nervously curling her lips, and an odd sensation of tickling wetness spread from the hotly swelling lips of her tight little pussy-hole to drench the crotch band 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 lewd writhings of the couple in the clearing. The unfamiliar aching up inside her cunt 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; fuck ... cock ... cunt....but which now seemed suddenly strangely exciting. Again she pressed her thighs firmly together, determined to resist the hot, cunt-flaring emotions which were building curiously inside her pussy-well.
"It's exciting, isn't it, sweetheart?" he whispered to her. "The guy out there is your own son, and he's naked so you can see his cock, his nice hard cock that my daughter's mouth 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 suck it to me too!"
Emily 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 Kim a whore?" Jim placed his hand up inside her open-tailed shirt and rested it on her bare stomach. Emily couldn't deny that his touch sent a thrill through her. Already being aroused unconsciously from the obscene display on the blanket, her reaction was understandable, despite the fact that her entire upbringing had prepared her to be repulsed by this ... this lewd, cocksucking debauchery!
"Stop, darling," 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 cock sunk deep up inside Jim's daughter's mouth.
"Kim...!" Emily heard her son panting. "Kim, I want to ... fuck your cunt now! I've got to fuck you now ... come on, come on, baby, lay back and let me fuck you now...."
Kim ceased her hotly swirling licking of his cock and stopped the delicious gentle nipping of her teeth across his rock-hard shaft. Almost reluctantly, she released his cock, letting it slide from her mouth and trail a white, foot-long strand of cum with her wetly gleaming lips as they pulled away. She turned her face up to him, her eyes burning with desire to be fucked and ... yes, with love too! He could see that clearly. She rolled over on her back with her legs pulled up and her knees pressing back against her naked tits and spread wide the pink, passion-soaked petals of her waiting pussy in lewd invitation to her new young husband to fuck her as he wanted.
Jerry rolled over, poised above her. He had to fuck her with his cock 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 tits and pussy hairs right there where she lay beneath him!
"Take it in your hand, baby," he whispered fervently. "Take my cock in your hand and put it up between your legs for me! Do it now!"
"Yesss, my love!" Kim reached between their bodies and grasped the saliva-slickened hardness with a look of total delight. He levered downward while she guided his hard, bloated cock-tip toward the fur-trimmed mouth of her pussy, using its bulbous head to part the pussy hairs and the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. Her entire being twitched and leapt with abandon as their bellies smacked together and Jerry strained to shove his entire blood-heated length deep up inside her open flaring belly.
Emily stood motionless as she watched her copper-haired son 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 salacious quivering up between her hotly moistening cunt-lips. She closed her eyes and pressed back against Jim's chest, but still the pleasurable vision of her son's thickly glistening cock raced through her mind.
Suddenly her husband's hand snaked higher along her naked stomach," and she felt her right titty 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 tits and pussy.
"He's fucking my daughter," Jim whispered provocatively in her ear. "Do you see your son fucking the shit out of her hot cunt?"
"Yes, oh yes," Emily murmured back in a daze, the lewd description pervertedly arousing to her. "Yes, I see him f-fucking her ... f-fucking the s-shit out of her hot little cunt!"
Jim continued to taunt her barely clad titty, grinding his pelvis tightly into her clenching asscheeks. He slid his other hand down around the soft swell of her ivory-smooth thighs, and her body jerked slightly in panicked realization that he was going to fuck her.
"No, Jim, we can't ... can't do this!"
"Why not? They're fucking, aren't they? You can lean down over that big log and I can really stick it to you." Emily's numbed brain whirled. "But they'll see us ... Jim, please don't fuck me here in front of the kids!"
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 tits and fondled the tight, panty-encased cheeks of her ass. 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 own son discover she'd been standing here watching him fuck his wife would be far too embarrassing to endure! And then she became aware of a pulsating hardness sliding along the crevice of her ass cheeks, sliding with the same graceful rhythm as Jerry's cock was fucking in and out of Kim's pussy.
It's Jim's cock! My God! He's got a hard-on! He's excited by what he's watching!
"You see, Emily?" 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 squeeze your hot tits. The same way my big cock feels good up between your asscheeks!"
"No, no," she whimpered, but in her heart and mind, the answer was a gathering yes, yes! Terrifyingly, the red-haired 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 back in the camper and ... and bed! Not here!"
"Why not here? They're fucking here, aren't they?" He leaned forward and pressed his moist lips against her ear again, whispering, "Bend over-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 dog-style and watch them fuck at the same time!" He pushed her forward to lean on the log. "They can't see here."
Her nipples were quivering distended nubs of passion, and the odd sensations which she'd come to realize were the signs of sexual excitement were coursing freely through her cunt now. Involuntarily her hips began to churn back against her husband's cock, drawing it closer and tighter into the valley between her asscheeks. 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.
Emily groaned in unwilling surrender as Jim bent her forward more with the pressure of his body, his hands working feverishly on her swollen white tits while his pelvis ground against her hotly undulating ass. He held her in that position for a moment, her muscles feeling like rubber to her and in no condition to resist his fucking her, and then he took the hand which was on her titties and brought it back. He pulled the hem of her short khaki skirt upwards, teasingly, until her slender thighs were bared and the twin, panty-covered cheeks of her ass 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 curl-trimmed little cunt-hole.
Emily moaned almost inaudibly.
"It feels good, doesn't it, sweetheart?" her husband cooed salaciously in her ear. "My fingers feel good on your pussy, just like your boy's cock feels good fucking up my daughter's cunt."
"Yes, it ... it feels good," Emily bleated mindlessly. And it did feel good, so good that she felt unable to put up even a token resistance to stop him from pulling her panties away.
Now Jim's fingers were inside the waistband of her thin white panties, pulling them down over her trembling hips to expose their lush curves to his lusting gaze, letting the dainty peek of her hair-fringed pussy-mouth entice him to strip her further. 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 the panties altogether, and he stroked her nakedness back there with the velvety tips of his fingers.
Emily was breathing so harshly, she could have been heard and discovered by the passionate couple fucking 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. Jerry and Kim moaned and fucked, twisting and thrusting and hammering their naked cock and cunt voraciously up against each other.
The wet sounds of his hardened cock pistoning up into her hungrily flowering pussy-hole were loud, and the slap of his aching balls against her hotly squirming asscheeks were like repeating rifle shots. Kim's fingernails dug harshly into his taut-muscled back, and Jerry's hands were cupping her ass, kneading and squeezing the firm, resilient flesh and tightening the inwardly clasping muscles of her pussy around his deep-fucking cock.
"Cum, cum, cum," Kim chanted. "Cum, baby, cum!"
And in response, her red-haired young 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 Emily's ear. "I'm going to shove my cock up inside you and fuck you shitless! And this time, by God, you're going to love every cunt-splitting minute of it!"
The tormented woman could only think:
Yes ... love me, darling, fuck it deep to me and make me love your big hard cock ... I want you to fuck it so desperately....
Jim pulled the crevice of her tight, firmly locked asscheeks 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 clitty and make her groan in mindless delight before he fucked his middle finger deep up into the moistly welcoming slit of her cunt. Emily mewled subserviently as she felt his lewdly prodding finger worming up inside her openly spread cunt, and she rocked back uncontrollably to help him finger-fuck her deeper. She quivered expectantly as he removed his other hand from her naked asscheeks and she heard the sibilant sound of his zipper behind her. Then Jim eased his heavily jutting cock forward, sliding it in the hot, wet folds of his bride's now hungrily nibbling-back pussy-hole, his hard, rubbery cock-head eager to invade the pinkly quivering channel lewdly presented to it. Emily felt the blunt tip slip in between her thighs while she watched with lust-glazed eyes the fierce fucking her son was giving Kim.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she breathed in helpless protest, but Jim's lust-hardened cock-head continued to fuck slowly inward, stretching the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Dimly she remembered how she'd feared his fucking up into her belly last night, sure her cunt would 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 asscheeks together as if to ward off the painful inward fuck.
Jim grinned with unadulterated lust as he stared down at his helplessly innocent wife bent over half-naked before him, the angry red shaft of his cock disappearing up into the copper-colored, softly tickling hairs of her cunt from behind. He fell forward in a sudden rush of passion, burying his cock like a lust-crazy bull far up into her tender belly without mercy. The soft lips of her pussy enclosed his belly-fucked cock in gentle velvetness. He stroked slowly outward, then shoved back in, making her gasp with pleasure-tinged pain.
"Like it fucking your hot pussy this time?" he panted down in crazed tormentation.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yes! Yes!" she groaned, and to her disbelief, Emily was discovering that her now cock-filled cunt 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 inward fuck he took up inside her. There was no longer reason to deny the flames of carnality which rose up in her hotly responding pussy, for she was lost! Lost to fucking!
By fucking her out on the river while spying on her son, Jim had taken everything that was right and proper away 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 cock-stretched pussy-walls, and she twitched and writhed to the slow rhythm of her husband's heavy pole of flesh skewering deep up inside her willingly gripping cunt from behind.
Jim slipped his hands down from his bride's nakedly grinding ass and along her sides, clutching her bent thighs and jerking her harder back against his naked balls. He could feel her sucking her cunt around his cock, and the moist warmth of her response as she flowered open again to receive still more of his long, slicky length. He lunged with long, smooth strokes that brought his rock-hard cock to the very lips of her now hungrily snapping little cunt-hole on the backthrust, and then forward between her uptilted buttocks until he could feel the harsh slap of his heavily bludgeoning balls against the top of her cunt-slit. He thought of a further new delight he could subject her to, and began to run his fingertips along the sides of her pussy, fondling the hotly contracting lips and bringing still greater moanings of abandonment from her as her ever more insatiable cunt worked voluntarily to swallow up his greedily fucking cock.
The initial pain of his fucking into her had now vanished from Emily's belly, and her legs jerked and quivered back against him as he clutched her to his belly-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 melon-sized tits danced wildly below her churning torso, the thin brassiere barely able to contain them, as her husband fucked up into her asscheeks from behind, using his finger to tickle at her desire-swollen clitoris and wrap her moistly shimmering cunt flesh around his thickly pistoning shaft tight with its pressure from below.
Emily's turmoiled pussy 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 cum in years ... many long, long years Lord, she wanted to remember this revolutionary turning point in her life, and she thrust the untouched recesses of her belly-center desperately back against his savagely fucking cock, working like a slavish whore to make it true....
She continued to stare at her young son as he humped and fucked into his beautiful young wife, striving for the same cum she was searching for. She watched as suddenly the blonde-cunted girl jackknifed her legs straight up in the air and a high, thin wail bubbled from her lips. They were there! Kim and Jerry were cumming together!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Christ, Kim, here I goooooooo ... I"
Jerry's lithe, hair-covered body froze in the sunlight, and then he fucked downward in an insane fury of desire. His wildly exploding balls spewed cum out through his prick like fire from a blowtorch, inundating the hotly contracting belly of his bride beneath him while Kim spewed her own climactic juices out to comingle with his and trickle lewdly down between her widespread thighs. Finally Emily's son, his virile semen spent in Kim's hot young pussy, collapsed forward over her naked body while she locked her satiated legs around him in total exhaustion....
"I'm ... I'm going to cum, Jim ... I'm going to cum now!" Emily moaned behind the trees, the noise of the river hiding her words. And with those low, moaning sighs, her husband was no longer able to hold himself back either. His cock started spurting before he could even think, and he thudded and grunted into his red-haired bride with maniacal force, his balls slapping hard against her hotly quivering cunt furrow. A hot torrent of pungent cum burst from the unseeing eye of his cock and surged up into the hungrily devouring cunt of his mindlessly cumming wife.
"Oh yess, ooohhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned down at her, kneading her hotly jerking asscheeks and leaving a trail of angry red marks on her naked 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 Emily, 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! Her cunt felt filled with wild fire!
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. She was hardly aware when her husband slipped his now softening cock from her sperm-ravaged pussy-well, nor did she fully feel him lower his head and plant a loving, thankful kiss on the warm wetness of her still hotly 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 rocky clearing, wrapped with naked-affection in each other's arms. They just lay there, arms and legs entangled, and then she glanced down at herself, naked from the waist down, kneeling like a hot bitch on all fours. She felt the warm wetness of hers and Jim's cum on her inner thighs, and all around her wetly matted pussy hairs, and a vague shiver of guilt 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 two kids fucking before them, and she could have ... if she'd been the decent woman she'd always considered herself to be. She hadn't had to let him fuck her.
She slowly staggered to her feet, then bent over to retrieve her white bikini panties which lay on the grass like a paid whore's, a mute testimony to her weaknesses. Her dazed, benumbed senses were a whirlpool of confusion, torn between the gladness of being fucked to cumming ... and the humiliating knowledge that watching the two kids fuck had driven her to it.
"Jesus, you were a great piece of ass!" Jim breathed fervently in her ear.
"Was I?" she asked dully, averting his glance with her eyes.
"Your cunt was hotter'n a firecracker!"
"Was it?" she repeated tonelessly.
"Aw, don't take it that way. What we did was perfectly normal, just as normal as Kim sucking your boy's cock."
"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 ... so frightening to me."
"Sure, sweetheart, sure. It'll just take some getting used to, that's all."
She leaned against her husband for support as they slowly wound their way back to their camper bus. She tried to think about what she had done, but the soft sound of the river 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 letting herself get fucked to cumming almost in sight of her own son and daughter-in-law. At least ... she hoped she would be able to ... she hoped she wouldn't find that she had become a hopelessly cock-starved woman like some she knew, who would now open her legs to a cock whenever and wherever it presented itself ... but in spite of herself, she felt her cunt throb inward down between her legs when a quick fleeting picture of Kim's hotly sucking lips locked tightly around Jerry's cock flashed through her mind, just before she dozed off into her afternoon siesta ... Lord, the girl's hungrily working lips had looked just like a desperately breathing fish's mouth!
CHAPTER SIX
Emily awoke a little more refreshed from her siesta and could still feel the heat of her new husband's cum puddling hotly up inside her belly. She dressed without showering it away, hoping it might give her greater desire for the wild fucking she knew he would throw into her again tonight. However, by the time the party had started that evening, she had still not come to terms with her problems. But thankfully, she sipped on her second now familiar vodka tonic and didn't feel as disturbed about it as she had originally been. In fact, after the initial shock of her wanton fuck in the woods had worn off, she was finding that she experienced much less shame and remorse than she had originally feared.
The copper-haired bride leaned against a tree by the patio and looked toward the river and continued to sip her drink, recollecting for the hundredth time since her return to the camper how shocked she had been by the sight of her son's cock being sucked by his new wife, and yet how she had stared in fascination, unable to tear her eyes away until her pent-up desire to be fucked herself had permitted Jim to take possession of her newly awakened cunt with his lust-hardened cock. Perhaps it was, as Jim said, a perfectly natural human condition to respond erotically to watching others fuck ... but perhaps it was some warped craving for a man's cock which had burst in her mind and had overcome all that was right and holy.
Well, whatever it was, it had changed her dramatically, there was no doubt about that. Whether her shocking lessons in sexual awakening would be for the good or not was another matter, but she couldn't help chuckling, feeling almost grateful for the callousness which seemingly had begun to thicken the mental skin of her once pitifully exposed innocence. It seemed ironic to her that she, so sinlessly frigid and so despising fucking last night, could be standing here now even thinking in such an obscene and earthy manner! She even thought in dirty words now!
It was dark outside now, and Jim, Jerry, and Kim were sitting on the patio couch, laughing and chattering, their stomachs filled with the thick juicy filets which Jim had barbecued to perfection. And they had all made pigs of themselves on the baked potatoes and Caesar salad which she had made earlier.
Emily took a heavy swallow of her drink as she glanced over at them. Someone had mixed it exceptionally strong, she realized, but what difference did it make, anyway? She was starting to enjoy herself now, much more than she had ever supposed she would; and she didn't want the pleasantly euphoric effect of the alcohol she had consumed to diminish at all. Things were running along beautifully, and that was such a godsend that she didn't care to rock the boat in any way. Besides, Jim's cum still felt good up inside her!
She leaned against the tree for a little while longer, sipping thoughtfully on her drink and thinking of her son's cock. She was staring at the river that was growing dimmer each moment. She could still make out the trees beyond, the docks where the fishing boats tied up. Then she heard Jim get up and go over to prod the blaze in the wood-fed barbecue pit. The flames leapt higher with a crackle and pop, adding a warmth and intimacy to the otherwise darkened terrace by the river.
Such a peaceful scene, so serene and pleasant, Emily thought. Who, coming upon us here, would ever suspect that this afternoon I watched my own daughter-in-law sucking and then fucking my son, and I, myself, was being screwed half to death from behind at the same time! Come on, Emily, you mustn't think that way ... it's a nice get-together, a nice respite from the pressure and the physical awakenings which have been running rampant through your obviously hot little cunt of late. It's a nice party ... a simple, wholesome party ... just like all other people who go fishing have....
She was about to go over to join the others, when abruptly Jerry and Kim got up to dance. They were dancing to a stereo coming from inside the bus, and they seemed to be enjoying every moment of it. The fire was slowly dying again into a bank of glowing embers which made deep, sliding shadows against the hedge and trees. Jim, having stoked it and replaced the poker, walked over to his bride and smiled affectionately at her.
"Something wrong, darling?"
"What? Oh no, no, nothing."
"You've been standing here all alone for almost half an hour."
"I've been watching the river, that's all. My, it's so peaceful, the way it just lazes along as though it had all the time in the world."
"It does, and makes me jealous to think about it. How about a dance, sweetheart?"
"No ... not yet, darling."
"Oh, come on. Jerry and Kim are having fun."
Having fun ... the same kind of phrase he had used before to rationalize fucking in the woods. And, as Emily looked at the dancing couple, it was almost as if they were screwing again before her eyes. They were as close together as they could get, embracing each other passionately, Jerry grinding his cock into his wife's pussy while she thrust her full titties into his chest! But ... it did look like fun!
Jim caught on to what Emily was staring at, and chuckled. "Don't get upset, sweetheart. That's just Kim's style of dancing-one of them, anyway." He held out his hand. "C'mon, like we did this afternoon in the woods. Let's play copy-cat."
Emily found it difficult to walk steadily after drinking so heavily, and she swayed noticeably as she left the support of the tree. Jim calmly enveloped her in his strong arms and held her head against his chest for support. The music of the stereo flowed like soft wine around her ears. She had never realized that Jim could dance so well. She shut her eyes, dreaming of dancing naked with him. Lord, what a lewd and obscene thought to suddenly have! But yeah ... that was fun too!
Jim found his cock beginning to expand into a rigid pole of desire in his pants as he held his alcohol-relaxed wife close in his arms. He slowly began to stroke her back, much as one would a cat to make it purr, and with the same effects. Emily snuggled closer, nuzzling his shirt.
Jerry, drifting past his mother and Jim, couldn't help but notice how close they were together. His heart warmed with gladness, happy that they were as much in love and as happy with one another as he and Kim were. What a difference that afternoon fucking her by the river had made! He'd never be jealous of Kim's past fucks again, not if they were responsible for having produced the wild piece of ass she was today, and with him alone! Even now, she seemed to be intent only on making love to him, and the tingling in his hungry cock at the thought of once more fucking that wild little pussy of hers was making it grow hard.
He knew he should calm down, that it would be very embarrassing if Jim or his mother caught sight of his bulging pants ... but no matter how he willed his cock down, it refused to go limp. Kim wasn't helping the situation either, all but raping him on the dance floor, with his clothes on! On and on her belly and hot little pussy-lips writhed against him, brushing teasingly against the stiffened outline of his cock-shaft. Her cuntlips seemed to linger there, massaging gently, slowly, in time to the music. They were sending burning ripples of renewed desire to fuck her surging through his loins.
"Honey?" she breathed in his ear. "Having a good time?"
"Yeah!" he answered hotly. "I'm having myself a fine time with your pussy against me."
"Mmmmmm, good! I love dancing. Any kind of dancing. It always gets me so hot to fuck!"
"Is that why ... you danced and showed your naked tits and pussy to guys? So they would fuck you later?" He finally brought up what his mother had made his life miserable with before. "I know you danced naked."
She giggled, teasingly, "I was going to tell you tonight. I mean, it was nothing to be ashamed about ... but I knew you'd disapprove if it was to get guys to fuck me."
"Once I would've objected to other guys seeing your pussy," Jerry agreed, "but not any longer."
"Good! And I'll ... I'll dance for you a very special dance when we're alone, then. A very, very special dance so you can look right up in my cunt."
"The dance of the seven veils?" he quipped.
"Who uses veils, honey...?"
Kim's lithe, nimble body continued to caress him, and she undulated against his cock and chest, pressing her big soft tits and cunt mound against his flesh. Her lips were parted and she kept running her hot tongue back and forth along his neck, her breath hot and sweet against his cheeks, her eyes closed and her lashes brushing his skin. Jerry knew he should pull back from her before Jim and his mother saw the hard-on she was causing him to have; but the salacious pleasure of her expert little fucking rhythm rendered him incapable of doing it. All he could do was hold her tighter and slowly grind it to her and feel his heavily throbbing cock-head grow and grow and grow....
Eventually the two dancing couples drifted apart. They all sat back down on the outdoor lounge couch and since their drinks were mostly empty, Jim proposed another round. Emily said she'd pour them, but Kim jumped up and quickly offered to serve as stand-in hostess. When she presented the drinks she stood in front of the couch, one hand on her hips and the other raising the glass high. "Here's to us, everybody! Here's to us!"
The other three drank heartily to that, and when the glasses were refilled once more, Jim said cheerily, "She sure is one hell of a dancer, isn't she, Jerry?"
Jerry grinned broadly and said with great personal pride, "She sure is!"
"She always was a show-off, even when she was a kid in grammar school," Jim chuckled fondly. "Always strutting and parading around like a little tease. She even was a baton twirler in parades. That's why she digs dancing so much, Jerry, because she likes to show her assets off."
Kim laughed good-naturedly at her father's ribbing. "I'm a regular exhibitionist, if you really want to know!"
"And it's a good thing she is, too," Jim continued calmly, "because otherwise she might get upset knowing we watched you two fucking like minks by the river this afternoon."
There was a shattering moment of silence after that lewd revelation, which somehow seemed to Emily to be the loudest sound she had ever heard in her life. Her normally creamy skin blanched absolutely white as she numbly sat between her son and Jim, head bowed and her breath trapped in her lungs. Jerry looked as if his jaw had suddenly fallen to the floor, and Kim was wide-eyed, blinking rapidly as if she'd just stepped into a pool of harsh light. Only Jim seemed at ease, and he was sitting back with his legs crossed, casually sipping his drink.
"Wh-what was that?" Jerry finally managed to gasp out. "What are you saying, Jim! Did you...? Were you...?"
"Uh-huh, we did. We even saw Kim giving you a blow job! Man, did she ever suck!"
For the first time, Emily ventured to look up. Her young son was staring at her, absolutely crimson in the face, his mouth working, but without producing any sound. The only noise was coming from Kim, and she was beginning to giggle in a drunken, high-pitched tone.
Then Jim said placidly, "And believe me, it was one of the hottest numbers we've ever seen! Why, it was so hot I made Emily bend over a big log and fucked her crazy while we both watched you guys cumming. Man, it was something!"
This was too much for Emily to bear, and unable to control herself, she cried, "Oh, please forgive me! I ... I don't know what I was doing! It was a mistake, a horrid mistake!"
"I ... I...." Jerry choked, almost purple now. "Some mistake, fellow!"
Kim threw her head back and her giggle turned into a rich, hearty laugh. "The hell it was a mistake! Oh, this is wild! You set the whole damned thing up, didn't you, Dad? You set it up when you and I were talking over breakfast, and you tracked us down, and now ... now...!"
She couldn't continue for a moment, her laughter almost reaching hysterical heights. Then she gasped out, "I've done a lot of crazy things in my life, but I've never done that before, screwing with an audience! But now that I think about it ... why not? Dammit, Dad, you should have told me what you were up to! I think I'd have gotten a real kick out of knowing you were back there while I was sucking Jerry's cock."
Jerry, spluttering, trying to find words in his reeling brain, leapt to his feet. "You planned it?" he screamed suddenly, as full understanding dawned on him. "You actually planned the whole damned thing? That's the most despicable trick I've ever heard of! You were supposed to be off fishing on your own!"
"Oh, I don't know," Jim answered calmly. "I thought it was kind of fun myself. And I must say, you really fucked the shit out of my daughter. Your cock flopped around inside her like a mackeral!"
"You ... you bastard!"
"Oh, sit down and cool off," Jim retorted, his voice suddenly authoritarian and full of controlled maturity. "And you, Emily, don't you make excuses. You had fun watching while I fucked you from behind too, if you'd only be grown-up enough to admit it."
Jerry stood trembling violently, staring wildly at his mother, who sat miserably on the couch, as immobile as if she were in a catatonic state; then at his bride, who was still bubbling with mirth as if the whole affair were some delightful prank; and then at Jim, who snapped again, "Sit down, son. Everything's fine."
Jerry slumped back on the lounge couch, too shocked to resist the command. He didn't know what to think either, except that what he'd just heard went against everything he'd ever been taught, everything he'd ever believed in. He needed time to think, and his temples were pounding with all the alcohol he'd consumed, and Jim's voice seemed somehow hazy and distorted as the older man talked to him.
Jim was explaining now. "Yeah, I set it up to watch you fuck, though I didn't know for sure what would happen. I did it for kicks, that's true; but I also did it to prove a lesson to you and your mom. I liked it, and Kim likes it now that she knows; and dammit, if you two would be honest with yourselves, you'd realize that you could like it too."
He paused to let his words sink into Jerry and Emily. Then he went on, "The trouble with both of you is that you were educated puritanically with the idea that innocence and modesty were virtues; and that fucking was only to be used as a means of procreation. But that's not right, and the idea that enjoyment is wicked and sinful is the most obscene philosophy which has ever been foisted on the human race. Repression is what's unnatural, not sex; and if you think about it, you'll see that sex-any kind of sex that brings you happiness without hurting somebody else-is a beautiful experience which will enrich your love for one another. End of sermon."
"I ... I think you're right, darling," Emily suddenly added, a certain newfound courage in her voice. "I know that I ... liked watching Kim sucking Jerry's cock and well, it didn't hurt anybody, and I love you just as much as ever. More, considering how I reacted when you fucked it to me from behind. Last night when it was all proper for me to get fucked, I still couldn't bring myself to relax. It took what you did, Jim, to open up this whole wonderful world to me, even though it seemed at the time that watching Jerry fucking Kim was immoral."
Jerry studied his gorgeous mother, considering her confusion and the words Kim had thrown at him about her previous fucks. He realized to his chagrin that it was the puritan sterility of his upbringing that had caused him to burst out so angrily; and after another moment's pondering, he slowly stood up and went to his new wife. He kissed Kim tenderly on the lips and announced, "Then ... I'm glad you were there to see. I got a bang out of ... fucking Kim, and if you two got your jollies from watching us and fucking too, who am I to worry? What the hell, I'd probably like watching you two fucking as well!"
"You might just get that chance," Jim mumbled under his breath, too low for any body to hear. Then, in a louder voice, he announced, "Then with all that out in the open, let's say we get the party going again! How about some more dancing! Kim? What's about you doing one of your special dances for us, just to show there's no ... hard feelings!"
Kim giggled again, her eyes flashing with excitement. "That depends on my husband. What do you say, Jerry?"
Jerry, new paths of sensuality streaming through his mind with the vivid thoughts of how he and Kim must have looked to his Mom and Jim, naked and fucking, took a deep swallow of his drink. He smiled encouragingly at her, then nodded his agreement. "Sure, why not? Something real hot and dirty, baby! Like you promised me!"
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Kim sighed happily, stretching her voluptuous young body and smiling kittenishly. "I'll do one that'll curl your mother's cunt hairs. Like you said, honey, why the hell not? Everybody here has already seen my naked pussy!!!"
God! Did that mean she was going to do a strip right down to her cunt? A naked tits-and-cunt dance? Already Jerry's loins were on fire again, his semi-hardened cock leaping into renewed vigor at the thought of seeing his curvaceous bride do a lascivious bump-and-grind! His breath caught in his throat, and a clammy, trembling quality possessed his limbs. Now entirely in the spirit of the occasion, he clapped his hands and called out to her, "Yeah! Yeah, I'd like that!"
And Emily and Jim, catching the significance of the word, like, laughed along with him. "Okay, you peeping toms," Kim said, swinging her long silken hair with a toss of her head. "I'll do my special number, in honor of this afternoon in the woods!"
"Yeahhhh, do your stuff, daughter, baby," Jim yelled encouragingly.
The young woman basked in their frank adulation, swirling to the center of the tiled patio floor where the openly glowing fire out-lined her body in a bath of orange-gold. Her tongue flicked out and moistened her lips as she undulated provocatively in a dance step neither her husband nor Emily had ever seen before.
There was a moment of hesitancy, as if Kim had second thoughts about doing this lewd a dance here and now; but then, with a shrug and a giggle, she ran her slender hands along the sides of her sensual curve-hugging sweater, her mind obviously made up. Slowly she began to tug the sweater over her head in full view of the three others sitting breathlessly on the lounge couch.
Emily could hear her young son suck in his breath as he watched his bride's seductive strip. She, too, stared in frozen awe as Kim's voluptuously rounded breasts quivered in total freedom. They swelled high and proud in the firelight, their nipples standing out high and stiff as she raised her arms over her head in an enticing little squirm. Then with slow, shy motions, Kim continued to undress, unzipping the side of her miniskirt and letting it drop. She stepped out of it, almost naked now in her brief pair of sheer pink panties. Teasingly, Kim turned around to the audience and bent in slow motion, presenting the erotic view of her tight round asscheeks as she tantalizingly rolled her skimpy panties down over her curving hips and thighs. She hopped out of them when they reached her bare feet, and then turned around again, looking smugly pleased by her daring decision. All of her young, ripened nakedness was exposed now, from her lushly thrusting tits to the soft blonde curls of her pussy hairs.
Emily Lancer was momentarily shocked by her daughter-in-law's complete striptease, just as she had been when she'd seen her stripped naked by the river that afternoon. But she forced down her qualms, remembering Jim's lewd words and willing her mind to forget her training so she could become like the others: emancipated!
She waited in anticipation and snuggled closer to her husband's body, determined to follow through with her newfound commitment. Shivers of fascination tingled through her and goose pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, and she felt strangely cold. She repeatedly took large swallows of her drink, captivated by the building stimulation in her cunt that indulging in something forbidden gives.
"You like me?" Kim asked provocatively, cupping her two breasts with the palms of her hands and presenting them toward her watching husband.
"You bet I do!" Jerry panted. He grinned at her fatuously, no longer concerned that she was displaying herself naked in front of his mother and her father. They'd seen her naked and getting fucked shitless; there was no longer any reason for false modesty! Besides, his father-in-law was right, this was a hell of a kick! "I love you showing it to others."
"There's more to come, honey!" she giggled then.
Undulating her taut, lithe asscheeks like a fan dancer in a burlesque house, the naked bride gradually slid down to the large, thick rug they had earlier placed on the patio, until she was stretched out nakedly on her back. She stretched her muscles with a sign of pure wantonness, her curvaceous legs scissoring open to lewdly expose the swollen pink lips of her blonde pussy-slit. Her bare feet were pointed directly at the lounge couch, and her rapidly growing desire to fuck was reflected in her eyes as she smiled up between her full white tits and winked seductively at the heavily breathing trio.
Emily stared shamelessly at her daughter-in-law's hair-fringed little cunt-hole and the burning sensation which bubbled in her own pussy grew in maddening intensity with each passing second. Her body began to perspire and her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, and she squirmed down against the cushion, feeling the nylon fabric of her panties rub electrically against her own now hotly tingling cunt.
Jim grinned knowingly and moved closer to his bride, dropping one hand to her legs and slipping it up the fullness of her thigh. At first Emily fought against the unexpected contact, placing her own hand on his to stop any further advance, but Jim insistently forced his way closer to her tightly throbbing pussy. She couldn't seem to stop him, and he dipped between her legs, his fingers rubbing teasingly against the swollen lips beneath her excitedly moistened panties. She hesitated, undecided. If she struggled to gain her composure and modesty, she would attract attention ... and worse, after all that had been said and done today, she wasn't sure she wanted Jim to stop!
There was Kim, naked as the day she was born and reveling in her blatancy. Jerry was obviously entranced with his bride's impromptu strip-show, and was almost acting boastful about it! And Jim was carrying on as if he wanted her to do the same, and openly expose her own tits and cunt to everybody's hungrily feasting eyes! And ... and Lord! The lurid idea was strangely alluring to her the more she watched ... alluring enough for her to seriously consider stripping her pussy naked!
Blushing from the very indecency of her temptations, Emily compromised what she should do. She dropped her free hand to cover her husband's, allowing him to continue teasing her hot cunt through the thin layer of her panties. She gasped unconsciously as sudden waves of indecent pleasure washed over her, overcoming her desire to resist. Jim's hand became bolder as he sensed her tacit surrender. Emily bit her lip and glanced at her son to see if he showed any signs of awareness, but his eyes were completely riveted on his writhing, squirming wife on the large, thickly padded rug.
Her husband's fingers moved in tiny taunting circles up and down her cunt-slit, a titillating addition to sight of the depraved young girl lying before them, and Emily didn't think she could fight letting him finger-fuck her another moment! She was ready to leap right out there with Kim, if it would quench the fire raging through her involuntarily contracting pussy! So much had been happening since they arrived at Fall River, so many new things to absorb-it was too much to take! Her flesh moist with perspiration, the confused woman continued to watch her nakedly undulating daughter-in-law....
Kim was writhing more abandonedly now, running the palms of both hands across the tender plane of her naked belly as she groaned softly from her own arousing touch. Her fingertips came to rest at the tip of her lust-swollen young cunt-lips, and, mewling sensuously, she pulled her legs up and let them fall wide apart so that all of her glistening pink cunt-mouth was spread obscenely open to her excited viewers.
The blonde-haired bride's hands crawled down to the sparsely hair-covered lips of her pussy and spread them slowly apart, her probing fingers working inside the moistly furred edges of her hotly contracting cunt. Then she fucked her middle finger deep up inside the tiny wet hole of her pussy with a soft little squishing sound, a moaning sigh of pleasure purring from her parted lips.
Frozen wide-eyed to the couch, Emily gasped in stunned, embarrassed disbelief at the obscene spectacle of her son's wife finger-fucking her cunt right in front of everybody. But her own corrupting husband had successfully turned his once virginal-thinking bride into a loose bundle of raw nerve endings, incapable of controlling the white-hot dictates of her cunt and tits.
And the lurid sight of Kim Lancer-Anderson finger-fucking her nakedly spread pussyhole on the floor filled Emily with a warm, pulsing response she could feel all the way into the hot little hole up between her own legs, despite her unwillingness to allow it. She could sense other small pinpricks of delicious sensation shooting through her tit nipples, and she labored for breath, squirming harder in a determined effort to overcome her wickedly mounting need to fuck.
She felt Jim becoming more restless than ever to squeeze her tits, and he moved his other hand up to the buttons of her blouse. She tried to fight him, but his fingers were quick and nimble, and her thin summer shirt was opened down and away from her body before she had fully realized what was happening. Jim slid his hand along the pale skin of her naked back and, with a twist of his wrist, unsnapped her brassiere. His fingers cupped the naked mounds of flesh as they came free, lewdly squeezing the hardened nipples until a small sensation of pain brought a mewl of surprised pleasure from his bride's open mouth.
"Ohhhhhh," Emily moaned, almost unconsciously. She rotated her buttocks down harder against the cushions, only to discover that Jim's other hand had been just as busy!
Now her husband was snaking his fingers obscenely under the thin elastic leg band of her panties, fucking them up in the warm, moist slickness of her cunt! Was there no end to his madness? Did he want to ... to fuck her right here in front of her son and daughter???
Desperately she squirmed her asscheeks down against his hand, holding her breath as her entire body quivered to the lewd impaling of her wetly welcoming pussy-walls. She could feel her cunt secretions flowing hotly over his palm as he held her panty crotchband aside and fucked his middle finger deeper up into her openly flowering pussy-flesh. He slid gently over the tiny bud of her Clitoris with his thumb, sending it springing to life again, just as he had only hours before in the woods. But then it had been different ... at least then they had been alone, even if the other couple hadn't!
Emily jumped forward as his hand curled further under her asscheeks, parting the hotly swollen lips of her cunt while it teasingly snaked its way further up inside the tight, warm opening of the desire-inflamed little hole. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her, paralyzing her as she felt her lecherous husband begin to draw her thin white panties down over the nakedly rounded cheeks of her ass. She struggled futilely, her every move only seeming to impale his eagerly thrusting finger deeper up into the wetly throbbing mouth of her cunt with searing tingles of sensation. A cool rush of air hit her now naked pussy, and she suddenly flushed with shame ... for now she realized that in her passionate jerkings, Jim had not only been able to worm her panties down, but had also slowly, patiently, worked her skirt open as well!
She was as naked as her daughter-in-law was now-or at least, where it counted the most-her tits and cunt! Her blouse billowed open, spread wide by the firm, pointing mounds of her upthrust breasts, and her skirt and panties were bunched around her knees, ready to fall to the floor the moment she should stand up.
Her buttocks were nakedly undulating on the couch, the coppery curling hair of her pussy mound covered only by the lewdly erotic hand that was finger-fucking her tight pink cunt mouth! His maddening caresses on her naked titties and the hotly teasing rotations in her pussy were driving her out of her mind!
And why should she fight her secretly yearning desires another instant? Jim had won ... won again just as he'd won when he had fucked her that afternoon, and she might just as well submit to her traitorously betraying body and fuck and grovel along side Kim, her daughter-in-law, on the patio rug. What would her son say if she did? Lord, the very debasing scandal of her son watching her being fucked by his father-in-law sent rockets of masochistic sensation shooting through her cunt! She turned her attention back to Kim spread-leggedly finger-fucking herself, waiting with nervous anticipation of her own ravaged emotions for what would happen when Jim pulled her down to the floor, spread her legs wide, and fucked his thickly throbbing cock deep up inside her hungrily waiting little pussy-hole! Would her son Jerry crawl over on top of Kim and fuck her too? Lord, she hoped so, she'd love to see his virile young cock filling her tight little cunt again like she had this afternoon down by the riverside. The mere thought made her cunt-walls throb inward and almost burst from the lewd thought of fucking side by side with her son and daughter-in-law right there on their honeymoon-cum-fishing trip!!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Young Jerry Anderson could hardly believe his eyes as he watched his father-in-law finger-fucking his half-stripped mother out of her mind on the couch next to him. His cock throbbed and jerked in his pants at the lewd lust-inciting sight of her tight little cunt milking and working at the slippery set of fingers he had sunk far up inside her. And his own young blonde-haired bride, Kim, had become a woman possessed, and was now fucking three of her fingers into the hot little hole up between her open thighs. Her eyes were clenched shut as she writhed on the floor beneath her own deeply fucking fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove moans of delight from deep in her throat as her fingers sank up to her palm into the tight, quivering little fur-rimmed circle of her cunt, making obscene wet, slushing noises as she fucked them wildly in and out. Her face was flushed as she strained to cum ... but her fingers were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side, her long blonde hair flying in every direction.
"Ohhhh, I want more! I want more!
Jerry! Jerry! Finish me! Finish my finger-fucking!"
Still the frantic Kim tried to satisfy herself, her slender hand beating a wild staccato against the wildly straining crevice of her buttocks, her moans faster and louder with each passing moment....
His brain screaming, her husband jumped to his feet. He wiped his hands against his pants, swallowing thickly, wondering if he could go through with it. He had once before was watching him fuck her. If he did it this time, it would be with full intent and knowledge! He stared at his lewdly fingerfucking bride, remembering watching her on the couch last night as she had made herself cum the same way with her fingers; and he blushed slightly at the guilty thought that it had been his own inability to fuck her long enough which had forced her to do it then. God ... but he could fuck it to her hot little pussy now!
"Go on, Jerry, go on," he heard his father-in-law's urgent voice call from the couch. "Go on and fuck my daughter! Hell, your mother wants a cock thrown to her too, y'know!"
Jerry, his eyes like saucers, glanced over his shoulder at the couple on the couch. "You mean ... you mean Mom? We ... we'll all fuck together?"
"Well, look at her naked cunt, you idiot! Doesn't it look ready enough?"
Damn but it did! The carnal sight of his all-but-naked mother aroused the red-haired young husband to a fever pitch of excitement! She was mewling silently under the rocking, thrusting finger of her husband, molding her slender, curved body up against Jim's hands on her tits and pussy. And hell! He wanted to see her get fucked too! He wanted to fuck Kim and watch his lovely sensuous mother being fucked by his father in-law at the same time, and oh God, it was enough to make his cock blow!
"Jerry...." came a lust-drunken voice from the floor, and once again he turned to stare at his voluptuous bride's openly waiting pussy.
"There, you see? We're all primed and ready, Jerry! Go fuck her!" Jim chuckled openly, his eyes glittering with depraved sensuality as he watched Jerry shedding his clothes as fast as he could.
"I'm coming, baby!" Jerry yelled at his wife. "Just hold off, and I'll show you how to really dance hot!"
"Ohhhh, hurry lover!" Kim sighed. "Hurry!"
Emily, who had been keeping her eyes closed, heard the lewd conversation and the mingling gasps of excitement, and now she opened them wide in uncontrolled passion.
She saw her naked young boy kneeling lovingly between Kim's quivering thighs, laughing gleefully as he watched her finger-fucking close up. The lush blonde growth of her pussy hairs was soaked and gleaming in the outdoor firelight with her vaginal secretions, and was obscenely spread back from the narrow, finger-filled slit of her soft pink cunt-slit.
"Hey, wait for me, baby!" he said, arching over her now.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck it to me!" Kim mewled pleadingly. She pulled her vaginal lips back with her fingertips so that her cunt-hole lay nakedly exposed and open to his throbbing cock. He hunched down over her, feeling the warm sheath of her hot cunt slip wetly along his sensitive shaft as his lust-enraged cock fucked to the full depths of her belly, battering hard against her cervix inside.
Kim gave a low, animal-like cry, pushing and shoving her cunt harder up against his cock, and, uncontrollably, Jerry reached under her and between her asscheeks while he drove his skewering rod deeper up into her pliant belly. He stretched the crevice of her asscheeks, searching with his middle finger for the rubbery little circle of her asshole, a river of warm fluids running down her thighs and buttocks and moistening the tiny ring for him! He pushed hard, feeling it give, and then his finger slid in with a soft, popping sound. She jumped upwards off the rug, squealing with the sudden shock of his entry.
"Aaaauuuuugggg!" she yelled. "It hurts! It hurts but I love it in my ass! More! More!"
Jim was up off the lounge couch by this time, hastily taking off his clothes. Emily looked at his massively hardened cock as he bared his loins, her face contorting with passion at its naked sight, eager once again to feel all of its thick, hard flesh spearing far up into her painfully hungering pussy.
"What are we waiting for, sweetheart?" her husband grinned lopsidedly at her.
She tried to answer as she swayed to her feet, but her voice seemed caught in her throat. "Nothing," she finally managed to reply. "Nothing at all ... any longer!"
"Then let's get down on the patio and fuck beside them!"
"Yes," Emily mewled, watching her son now as he fucked wildly into his bride. "Anything you want ... anything at all. Only...."
"Yesss...?" Jim asked, leading her out to where she could stretch out beside the avidly fucking couple. "What is it, Emily?"
"Only...." she shuddered. "Only promise me that you'll fuck me the way Jerry is doing! With your finger in my ass at the same time!"
"You've got yourself a deal!"
Sighing, Emily spread her legs wider on either side of him as he hunched over her, her toes curling under with lewd expectation. All thoughts of modesty and caring whether her son saw her dying to be fucked this way had vanished now in the heat of the occasion, and she let a soft moan of desire escape from her lips while she squirmed her asscheeks hard down on the patio rug, inciting his lust to fuck her even more.
Jim leered down at his bride like a beast of prey ready to devour a defenseless victim spread in helpless sacrifice before it. "But first," he added with a crude chuckle, "I'm going to lick your hot pussy a little!"
Emily sucked in her breath. "No! No, don't do that to me! Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me! The other is ... is...."
"Wicked?" he finished the sentence for her in a taunting voice. "Is it depraved and sinful and a degenerate act against nature? Well ... that's the whole reason I am going to do it, sweetheart! Just because you think there's something dirty about having your cunt sucked off!"
"No ... No, please...." she mewled, staring cringingly up at the hunching man, shocked witless by his obscene proposal. Her humiliation was complete as she watched his tongue slowly circle his lips in eager preparation, and felt his hands flat against the insides of her thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy lips of her cunt. With a slow, outward motion, he drew the flushed round crest apart and exposed the pinkly cowering flesh of her defenseless pussy-slit to the mercy of his gaze. He stared at it greedily for a moment-and then he dropped his face and buried the full length of his tongue snake-like into the warmly throbbing walls of the tightly throbbing little hole.
Emily jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from her constricted lungs. Her ass ground down into the rug, trying to escape the maddening assault on her hotly trembling cunt-slit as her husband's head rocked up and down in lascivious hunger between her wide-held legs. "It can't be, it can't be," she groaned over and over in undisguised shame, her head up off the rug and staring in horrified disbelief down between her huge tits at his tongue fucking far up into her wide-split cunt.
His tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her vaginal crevice, just as her son's cock was fucking deep into Kim's cunt right beside her. She had always considered this to be as wicked and debasing an act as for a woman to suck a man's cock ... but now, even though she felt shame for being the unwilling partner to such lewdness, secret little wisps of forbidden sensation were stealing up from her traitorously pulsating loins. Her arms lay tensed at her sides, while her firmly swollen tits jiggled wildly from the buffeting her body was undergoing, and long low whines of anguish came from her firmly clenched lips.
Jim reached up over the smooth plane of her rippled belly, his fingers rolling the hardened nipples of her tits with unrelenting passion. As his mouth and lips worked slavishly in depraved subjugation at the wide-splayed tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained open wide, watching in arrogant delight the contortions of his beautiful bride's face. He was waiting ... waiting as he had this afternoon in the woods, for the signs of sexual surrender that would mean her total submission to lust. And he was sure, as sure as he had been when he had fucked her then, that they would soon be cumming....
Emily's lips bared back over her even white teeth as small goose bumps of excitement unmistakably tingled her flesh. She sobbed helplessly before her husband's plundering oral attack on her cunt, and despite the shame at what she was being forced to accept in front of the others, she felt her pussy slowly beginning to desert her. Her asscheeks jerked upward responsively, involuntarily pressing against the wetly darting tongue, sending spasms of delicious cunt-flaring sensations coursing through her seething blood.
"It can't be, it can't be...." The realization of her loss of control hit the spread-eagled bride with its full impact, bringing further cries of humiliation and anguish at the thought. Not only was she committing the lewd act of permitting Jim to lick and suck her pussy in front of her own son and daughter-in-law-but she was actually starting to like it! This was worse than her getting fucked that afternoon, which at least had the appearance of normal sex attached to it!
But it was a losing battle as Jim licked ceaselessly at her nakedly squirming cunt below. The prostrate bride squirmed and bucked under the pleasurable torture of his insanely ravaging tongue, until she thought the pounding of her heart would break right through her chest! She groaned and gasped, her shamelessly aroused body ultimately capitulating, her hands locking tightly behind his head and pulling the punishing tongue deeper up into her treacherously opening pussy-hole. She could clearly see in the flickering light of the fire the writhing young bodies of her son and Kim, and the erotic sight of their hot naked fucking only spurred her on.
Oh, my God, I'm watching Jerry fuck while he watches my cunt being sucked! And beside her, her son was staring at his mother while he fucked his hardened penis in and out of his own wife's hotly gripping pussy. Faster and faster he fucked, rotating his finger deeper up inside her salaciously clasping asshole, his balls tingling with his impending cum, his own excitement increasing a hundred-fold by the prurient sight of his mother's widespread cunt being licked and sucked to a desperate surrender.
Emily felt her entire cunt helplessly secreting a continual flow of pussy juices. The impossible sensations of delight which Jim's tongue-fucking was causing between her legs, and the close-up view of her young son's cock rampaging deep up into Kim's lust-lubricating pussy were inciting her to such a high pitch of arousal that she knew she had to find a release soon! She had to find it soon, and Jim's tongue was no more enough to quench the fires he'd stoked in her cunt than Kim's fingers had been able to satisfy Kim before. Lord, I want a cock in me! I want a big, hot wonderful cock burrowing inside of me right now! Fucking me, splitting me apart! Filling me with buckets and buckets of delicious male cum! What is Jim trying to do to me...?
Jerry was moaning on the floor now, moaning in unbridled lust. "I ... I'm going to cum! Ohhh yes!"
"Now, now, now!" Kim chanted, pulling hack her thighs to present the whole of her pinkly gushing pussy-slit to his craving cock. She squirmed her pussy beneath him in a lewd dance of abandoned ecstasy. Then she gave a mournful banshee howl and she locked her legs around him, her ass jerking spasmodically up against his thighs. "Nowwwwwww!"
Jerry groaned and tensed his body, and unending waves of lust-heated semen gushed hotly from the opening in his cock, pouring into her tight-gripping cunt in a seemingly endless flow. I want to be fucked, too, I want to be fucked too, his mother's mind sang as she watched their wildly bucking cum. Emily willed the grinding bodies of Jerry and Kim not to cease fucking until she had been able to cum with them. But it was not to be. She moaned aloud as she saw in the fire's wavering light her son's cock throb out its last remaining gusts of cum, and then almost immediately begin to deflate. She saw it slip out of his wife's cunt, thin white strings of his semen following it, ringing and dripping from the girl's open blonde pussy-hole as he fell back on the rug, exhausted.
The sights and sounds of their impassioned orgasms made Emily's naked body twitch and writhe uncontrollably. This was a madness she had never known-the total surrender to the lure of the flesh! Her drunken, lust-drugged mind reveled in her wickedness, and she screwed her ass up tight against Jim's hotly laving tongue until she could feel the tantalizing brush of his "five o'clock shadow" rubbing against the wet, sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
"Ohhhh, aggghhh, ohhh! Fuck me now! Please ... please fuck me now! Somebody fuck me! I want cock! Cock!" the desire-crazed new bride begged, gasping. She was hardly human as she twisted and contorted, spreading her legs widely apart and then pulling them up to wrap around Jim's bobbing head, spurring him on like a wild stallion with the heels of her feet digging into his hard-muscled back.
"Jesus! Jesus Christ!"
Jerry breathed the words in an explosion of breath as he stared across the dimly lit patio, seeing the writhing couple on the floor next to him. His jaw hung slack in wonderment and awe. Kim, resting on her knees beside him now, looked lingeringly on the carnal activity of her father and mother-in-law. It was worse than she had imagined ... or should she say better! Emily's legs were banded tightly about Jim's head in a vise-like death grip, and she was uncontrollably panting and groaning and demanding for her cunt to be filled and satisfied. She flung her ass about abandonedly, her pussy glistening in the dim light, and Jim fucked into her cunt with his tongue as if his cock had suddenly grown out of his mouth!
Emily saw the hazy outlines of the other couple next to her passion-filmed eyes. She was vaguely aware of who they were and what they were doing there, but nothing much mattered to her any longer, except the tongue that was fucking hot into her wide-split pussy from below.
"My God," she heard a voice like her son's exclaim, "Look at Mom fuck his tongue!"
"She sure looks tender to me," a Kim-voice laughed delightedly. "I can't wait to see your mother being screwed by Dad! Look at the way her hot little cunt is climbing up his tongue already!"
The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became more lewd by the second, but it didn't matter. Her body was white-hot. Her head flailed from side to side, her mouth open in sordid abandon. The tormented bride shuddered, torn between the hot desires that were conquering her insatiable pussy, and the shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused thoughts. She could see the faint form of a naked young boy crawling closer to watch her cunt being licked ... and the lewd fires of her uncontrolled lust that had been irrevocably released burned brighter than ever in her now uncontrollably pulsating cunt. God Al mighty! This wasn't fair of Jim to tongue-fuck her crazy like this!
The demons driven by this honeymoon of perversion and depravity were dancing faster about the smooth pink edges of her well-tongued little pussy-hole! She tried to pull her husband over her, to get him to fuck her, but he resisted as though his mouth was riveted to her cunt. But another man was there, his face above hers, and she raised her head so that her eyes could focus on his long heavy cock jutting from his kneeling body over her. Forgotten was her shame, her fears, her morality, or who this man was! The devils danced! She needed that cock! More than anything else in the world she needed that magnificent cock fucking around deep inside of her!
Quickly, wild with seething emotions, she took advantage of the other male's presence. She raised her head, her eyes feasting on her target, her lips parting expectantly, tongue moistening with dewy softness. Then, with the suddenness of a lightning bolt, her hand came up to stroke tenderly the round, satin-soft scrotum and massage the base of the mutely offered cock, and then encircle it with her hand. Her head darted upward at the same instant, and her famished wet mouth seized what it wanted and needed, the only nourishment it cared about at that moment.
Before anybody else could react to her irrational actions, Emily began to suck wildly at that cock, running her tongue wetly around and around the cunt-moistened head and licking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit at the end. She could feel it throbbing in physical response, and for another second there was the wild thought that since her cunt was filled with tongue, then she could feel the gush of cum she so desperately desired here in the hollow cavern of her sucking cheeks! She blotted out the sighs and squeals of the persons around her, overlooking their incredulous gasps and groans....
But she couldn't deny the hoarse cry of agony which suddenly filled the room. It was like a giant stab of some sharp-bladed sword directly to her heart, making her gasp for breath and release her liquid sucking of the cock in her mouth.
"Mom! Oh, Jesus, Mom!"
Horrified, Emily snapped out of her lustful fog. Her vision cleared along with her senses, and she could see now that kneeling beside her face was the naked form of her own young son, Jerry. "Mom!" Jerry cried out again, his voice choked in disbelief. "What ... what are you doing to my cock?"
Her tongue froze in her throat as she heard his voice plead for an explanation. She couldn't trust her eyes or ears for the first horrid second of recognition, and then she was brought back to reality by her husband's booming voice as he raised his head from her quivering loins.
"I'll be damned! She was sucking off her own kid! She was giving Jerry a blow-job while I ate her cunt!" He started to laugh, making the scene that much more of a nightmare for the well-shocked woman. She shrieked, "Stop it! Stop it!" and thrashed herself free of his arms and mouth. All thought of being fucked evaporated ... all licentious dreams of orgasmic delight ended in that single hoarse shout of her young son.
"I ... I didn't know you were going to suck my cock," Jerry said incredulously. "I mean ... it was so sudden! It just popped inside!"
Tears-hot, stinging tears of shame filled Emily's eyes and poured down her cheeks. She rolled to her knees and faced her son, still speechless, still without comforting phrases that would explain away her incestuous urge. "Ohhhhh, Jerry!" she finally wailed and threw herself in his arms. "Please forgive me, Jerry, I ... I didn't know either! I was wild! I was ... was cock-hungry!"
Jerry, shocked and yet filled with compassion and love for his mother, gently stroked her naked back, trying to tell her not to cry, that he understood. Neither he nor his mother cared about their bewildered spouses, who were looking at them with complete astonishment ; they didn't care about anything else except the bond of affection between them.
"Mom, I...." Jerry began, and then he faltered.
Emily suddenly felt warm and comforted, as if everything would be forgiven now. She couldn't explain it, and didn't try, but with all her shattered concepts of right and wrong, and her sudden guilt for having sucked her own son's cock, there was still an undeniable aura of protective love and safety, a soothing familiarity to holding Jerry tightly to her.
He as well sensed this overwhelming closeness between them, and he too was filled with the ambivalent feelings of shame and love. He didn't know what to do, how to handle the situation; and so he just held his mother tighter, feeling her taut, full tits heaving against his chest and her tears on his neck and shoulder. "Gee, Mom," he said softly, now rubbing his fingers through her soft coppery hair. "It's okay. It's okay."
"Jesus, would you look at them! She might let him fuck her!" whispered Kim in surprise. She sat close by them, legs drawn up and held by her hands. "Jesus," she repeated. "That gets my pussy hot to fuck, too."
Her father shook his head and crawled over to her. He could see the enticing golden split of her young cunt through her legs, and , although the sudden happening had caught him unaware, he was still ready to fuck too. He smiled at his young daughter. "I never expected this to happen!"
Jerry and Emily swayed, and then they slowly, very slowly, slipped down on the patio rug. She moved so that she lay beside him, nestled in the warmth and security of his arms, and as her crying became whimpering, she started to kiss away her tears on his neck. Her kisses were light and affectionate ... but then as he soothed her more and pressed her naked tits and cunt tighter to him, she kissed harder, longer, more passionately. He suddenly groaned, but she didn't seem to notice it or the more fervent application of her lips upon his cheek and nose ... and then his lips.
It was a soul kiss, a kiss of lovers, and she could not deny it. And as if in confirmation, her son's virile young cock began to fill out from its sudden limpness caused by the shock of having his mother suck it. He stiffened his body, and she heard him gasp, as slowly, but unalterably, his cock swelled with blood and then slipped erect along her soft flesh to throb mercilessly against her naked belly.
"I didn't mean for that to happen," he whispered shamefaced to her. "I ... I'm sorry about that!"
Feeling his large hard cock pressing against her flesh suddenly filled Emily with passion. She now wanted to be fucked again; her cunt, left unsatiated moments before, now ached for a man, the trigger of her son's lewdly rising hard-on causing her rising desire to be filled with cock!
"Jerry...." she moaned, trying to fight her gathering lust for him. She squeezed her saliva-moistened pussy-lips together with her thighs, sighing deep in her throat at the force of her emotional heat. She did not understand it, but she knew the force was there-and that it was in her own son as well! His cock was excited into hardness by being held by his own mother. Lord, my cunt is on fire!
She moved her hand along his trembling chest and belly, lightly stroking his firm young nudity with her nails. She tried to make her hand return, but it refused to obey her mind's commands. It was controlled by some other force, one which was making her blood ferment in her veins. No ... no ... but still she explored down further, boldly stroking the curls of his dark, reddish cock hairs that matched the color of her own. It was then the impossible thought hit her.
I want my own son to fuck me!
Emily groaned in helpless surrender to the rising demands of her hotly twitching cunt, and her hand darted down to take hold of Jerry's throbbing hard cock and stroke the firm, resilient flesh. Jerry choked on his own gasping breath, but made no move to resist. Instead, he crushed his chest against his mother's tits, kissing her passionately on her lips and nipples, moving his hands freely along her naked asscheeks and thighs.
"My God, Mom, I ... I never dreamed ... I never realized it could feel this way for you to touch my cock ... so good ... don't stop ... don't stop...!"
"Never, my son!" she whispered. "Never, my darling baby boy!"
The warmth of his lovely cock spread like wild fire through her cunt, and then Jerry's hand was on one of her hotly trembling melon-like titties while the other began to finger-fuck wetly in and out of her welcoming cunt.
"Goddamn it, Mom!" he hissed, "I can't stand it! I ... want you! I want you, Mom, I want to fuck your pussy crazy!"
"I know, and I want you to fuck it crazy! Of course we would want it together ... we're mother and son, aren't we?"
The words surged through her, the sensations of illicit desire almost making her cunt cum then and there. She rose up and straddled her son, looking down at his heavily panting body. The tip of his cock quivered just below her pussy. He jerked upwards and its smooth, bulbous tip rubbed against the softness of her silky red pussy hair. Then he arched his hips, thrusting deep up into his mother's involuntarily resisting cunt, impaling her far more than she had estimated he would!
"Ohhhhhh," Emily moaned. Then the rising heat of passion took over and she dropped her head to his chest so it nestled in his shoulder as she knelt above him. "Ohhhh please! Please fuck me good! Ohhh, I never imagined it could be so nice as this!"
Jerry began a slow, revolving motion with his cock, grinding his pelvis against her naked cunt-lips. His hand played along her undulating asscheeks, and teased around her tiny puckered asshole, and he felt her hair-lined pussy-lips with his other fingers, fondling the gently contracting mouth and bringing further mewls of pleasure from his mother's lips. He could feel the ever-widening passage of her greedy cunt milking at his cock in incestual need as he continued to fuck slipperily in and out....
Neither of them took any notice of Kim as she gasped out to her father, "God, are they loving each other up! They're really fucking!"
"Shit, yes they are!" Jim's voice breathed near her ear. "I'm getting my hard-on again just watching, even if it is mother and son."
Kim's eyes lowered involuntarily at the sound of his words, seeing her own father's blood-rigid cock jerking outward from his balls, standing immobile and proudly erect there. Her breath caught in her throat. "Dad," she whimpered. "Oh, Dad ... I'm so hot to be fucked too!"
Jim, still infused with the sight of his bride and her son's lewd performance inches from his eyes, began to unconsciously knead his daughter's shoulders and sides, and then over her bare belly, pulling her tighter against his naked hip. Kim could feel the heat of his masculine flesh and she squirmed eagerly against his buttocks.
"Oh, shit, look at them fuck!" her father hissed, his mind an independent entity of its own. "Look at his cock splitting his mother's cunt!!"
Jim's large hands encircled Kim's hotly heaving tits now, and she moistened her lips, closing her legs, opening them and closing them as her cunt began to secrete the anticipatory juices of her own growing desire to be fucked again. She saw her nipples rise under her father's kneading fingers, growing firm and hard, and she moaned slightly, her naked asscheeks starting to grind down against the rug.
She heard him talking, telling her how wild it was to watch two people fuck and what a hard-on he had because of it, and all the while he stroked her shoulders and arms and curves and tits, stroked the stiffened nipples and down along her smooth tight belly to touch the first downy hairs of her blonde pussy, moving his busy hands around and down his daughter's hips and then bringing them back up again.
Even as he fondled Kim and stared tormentedly at Jerry fucking Emily, Jim could not believe the licentious orgy in front of him. God! Emily, his wife, getting fucked by her own son! The sight and sounds of their torrid incestuous screwing filled his brain, making it swirl. He'd never contemplated such debauchery, such beautiful fucking depravity-and his innocent, puritanical bride was at the very core of it! Her wild moans of passion as her son's cock fucked deep up in her cunt were more than he could tolerate!
"Goddamn!" he groaned, turning to his daughter. "I can't take any more of this! I'm gonna fuck you, Kim!"
"I know! I want you to fuck it to me good, Daddy!"
"I want to fill your tight little cunt with my cockmeat!" he gulped, stammering.
"Yes! Yes! You want to fuck me silly, Daddy!"
"Hell, yes!" he gasped breathlessly. "Right here with them! Right here so we can watch Emily and Jerry screwing each other!"
"And I ... want to watch them fuck too!" Kim groaned, ashamed at her own burgeoning need to be possessed by her father. "Fuck me from behind while I'm kneeling, so we can both see them fuck!"
She crawled up on her hands and knees so she was facing the wildly twitching couple only inches away from her. Jim hurriedly knelt behind her, taking her slender waist in one hand and holding his throbbing hard cock with his other. He spread her kneeling thighs wide with his own legs as he shuffled forward, and his young voluptuous daughter tensed in wanton anticipation of his fucking, reaching back with one hand to gently pull apart her asscheeks of her own accord, disclosing the dark, still more depraved little ring of her asshole.
Around her openly exposed rectal entrance, which seemed so tender and vulnerable to her father's gaze, were a few stray little blonde hairs from her cunt, and as she undulated her ass back at him, the tufts seemed to wave enticingly at him. He groaned with a sudden spasm of perverted lust, and leaning over her hunched body, he whispered lewdly at her.
"How about it in the ass, honey? How'd you like being fucked in the asshole by your own Daddy? That'd show them a thing or two, eh?"
Kim stiffened for a brief moment at the obscenely exciting suggestion. But the sight of her husband fucking hotly up into his mother's widely straddling cunt and the feel of her own father's hard, unresisting cock nudged tight up in the crevice of her asscheeks, sent more ripples of abandoned desire surging through her nerves.
She turned her head slightly and hissed back, "Go ahead! Believe it or not, I've never been fucked in the ass before, and it'd be kinda nice if you were the first! Go ahead, Daddy dear, fuck your, darling daughter in the ass!"
Breathing raggedly with the inflamed lust of her acquiescing words, Jim began to stroke his daughter's firm white asscheeks with one hand, teasing her asshole with the tip of his middle finger. He enjoyed the first moans of pleasure which were gurgling from her throat, and slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted his finger up into her hot little anal opening. He remembered how much she had wanted Jerry to shove his finger up her ass while he'd been fucking her, so now Jim wriggled his finger up deeply around inside, drawing great whimpers of increasing delight from his daughter's throat. He released his cock then, and used both hands to draw wide apart the glistening moons of her uptilted asscheeks, stretching the tiny rubbery opening wide with this thumbs. He leaned forward so that the fleshy head of his hardened penis rested against her tiny, defenseless anus. He moved his hips, teasing his erection along the crevice, positioning it finally at the slightly wrinkled lips of her asshole.
Kim was trembling with a mixture of cringing apprehension and intense, lustful anticipation of being ass-fucked by her own father. She could feel the huge, bulbous head of his cock resting at her anal opening, and she thought: It's going to hurt! It's going to hurt like hell when he fucks his prick up inside my ass! But I don't care! I want it to hurt. I want Dad to fuck me there! God, I'm so hot I can't stand it ... I can see Jerry there, fucking his mother's pussy, reveling in it, and it's making me "Arggggg!" she screamed suddenly, shutting off all her thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain ripped through her bending body. With a brutal forward fuck, Jim had bored his blood-engorged cock far up into her tight, unfucked little asshole, tearing it through the membranous passage to bury it inside almost up to his balls. He clutched hard at her firm milk-white hips, flexing again as he fucked still deeper into her painfully stretching ass. The pressure pushed her forward, pushed her head down on the edge of the rug and prevented her from watching any longer the actions of her husband and his wildly fucking mother. Jim began fucking forward with long, smooth strokes now, the tight rubbery walls of Kim's asshole expanding before his invading cock until, finally, with one last savage lunge, he buried every single inch of his expanding cock into her warm, tight belly.
"Ohhhhh," his daughter moaned. "Ohhhhh, God, Daddy, it hurts too much!"
"Just relax, honey ... just relax and fuck your ass back over my cock!" Jim panted his instructions. "It'll stop hurting in a second!"
Numbly, Kim obeyed, grinding her asscheeks back against his heavily pistoning hard-on. And gradually, her father's predictions came true. Her anal passage slowly became accustomed to the thick long hardness embedded in it, and she sensed an increasingly mounting sensation of sharp, spiraling excitement. Yes ... oh yes, she was beginning to love this! She was beginning to really enjoy this lewd incestuous sodomizing of her tight little asshole! She raised her head and buffeted back against her father's thickly plunging penis, deeper and faster as she felt his sperm-heavy testicles smacking down hard against the upturned crevice of her hotly quivering pussy-slit below.
"Ohhh, yes! Yes, you were right, Daddy! It's gooooooooood! Fuck me, Dad! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder in the ass!"
And her father began to fuck it harder as he was bid, his balls filling with his impending load of cum, his eyes still obscenely staring at the salacious sight of his own bride getting fucked out of her mind by her own son.
Emily Lancer twisted her head and watched transfixed, her eyes a scant few inches from where Jim was savagely fucking his lust-hardened cock into his young voluptuous daughter's asshole. The sight of Kim going stark raving mad with pain and pleasure was simply too much for Emily to take! She had to have more depraved and wild cock, just the way her daughter-in-law was getting it! Nothing else would do for her suddenly but to be ass-fucked too!
Emily desperately arched her loins up, dislodging her son's still heavily driving cock from her cunt. She looked down at Jerry, who was groaning passionately. "Stick it up my ass if you can! Quick! Shove your cock into my asshole and fuck it the way Jim is fucking it to Kim!"
Jerry needed no further encouragement from his mother. Gripping her naked asscheeks with one hand and placing his throbbing wet cock up against her tight sphincter muscle with the other, he held her steady and fucked upward with all his strength.
"Oh! Agh!" Emily groaned, fighting to keep the tears of hurt from flowing from her eyes. She hadn't realized it would hurt this much! But she didn't have time to reconsider. Her young son locked her tightly to him with both hands on her hips, his virile young hardness embedded eagerly deep up into her rectum. He fucked passionately again and again into her belly, and after a while Emily found that, magically, it had stopped hurting quite so much.
And just as they heard the first howling signs that the duo on the floor beside them were cumming, she felt Jerry's cock suddenly expand and begin to spew out his hotly scalding young sperm far up inside her. He groaned, quivering beneath her buttocks as he pumped his heated sperm deeper and deeper up into her imprisoned rectum, and in response, Emily's own cum surged up within her cunt until she thought she was going stark raving mad. Dear Lord, this was the wildest fuck ever yet...!
The two of them collapsed in a spent and satiated heap. Jerry flat on his back, looking as if he were dazed by lightning while his mother sprawled on top of him. Her legs were spread wide apart so that the tiny pink ridges of her well-fucked little asshole could be seen, wet and glistening, when her son slipped his softening penis from her rectum.
"Well?" he asked pridefully.
"I may love Jim," she sighed delightedly, As they rolled apart, Emily caught the "but oh, you hot little sonny boy!" full depraved sight of Kim and her father as they too reached the final peak of their cum.
"I ... I'm getting there, baby," Jim groaned, savagely fucking into her asshole from behind with all his might. His monstrous cock erupted with his own streaming semen deep up into Kim's tightly constricting little asshole, and she squealed back at him:
"Ohhhhh, fill it up! Fill my asshole up!" she cried out incoherently as she felt the tidal wave of his cum searing up inside her belly, and her own climax hit her with atomic force in the pit of her stomach. The hot, cock-filled walls of her rectum gripped hungrily at her father's surging hardness until it gave one final spasmodic belch and the last drop of cum had been squeezed from it. Her own climactic secretions gushed hotly from between her legs, growing creamy and viscous with a mixture of Jerry's cum he had fucked into her earlier as they trickled lewdly out and down to the floor below.
When Jim Lancer finally released his hands from his daughter's hips, Kim slithered forward to lie belly-down on the patio throw rug, her own legs wide apart. She caught a glimpse of her wide-stretched cunt from between her lazily spread thighs, wet and glistening in the light of the flickering outdoor fire.
Then she turned and saw the others were all smiling blissfully from their exhausted positions around the floor. There were three smiles which said more than a thousand words of explanation could have conveyed, a mute message that they all knew that it was just fine now. They all knew one another for what they were, and what they would go on being It was entirely in the open now, and they were as soul-naked as they were bodynaked ... and it was all right....
Later, they did other things. Wild, crazy positions on the camper bed inside, together or separately as couples. Every fuck position was used, nothing was forbidden; and the night faded into morning with a wild tangle of ass, cock, and cunt. They were not always certain whose was whose, but they took the offerings as presented without question. Why not? As Emily once whispered to her son, they had nothing else as important in their lives now. They had passed the point of no return ... and now the rest of their lives could be spent wonderfully sucking and fucking as they liked ... it was just too bad that they had arrived at this point so late in life, look at all the wonderful years they had wasted before ... but then again, she thought, as she ovaled her lips wide and sucked her beloved son's cock deep back against her tonsil ring and began humming softly around it, If it hadn't been for my beloved Jim, none of us would ever have dared to be honest enough with each other to admit we wanted to be fucked crazy by each other on this wild, beautiful fishing and honeymoon trip! And speaking of fish, she thought wickedly to herself as she imitated with her lips around her son's cock the cute, hungrily gulping little trout she had seen that morning, I've certainly learned a lot from those sweet little buggers!!!
