

                        Honeymoon Traders

                            Chapter 1

     From the summit you could see Lake Tahoe far below - the
entire expanse of it glistening sleepily in the sun, its color
changing from dark green to blue, then to a lighter shade of blue.
Hills walled it in, just as they walled in the broad meadows to
the south and the teardrops of other tiny lakes to the west and
east.  To the north, and about midway between the summit and Lake
Tahoe, sprawled the big stone building of Fredag Lodge.  Fredag
Lodge was two stories high, nestled back in the firs and pines
with its collection of carpeted rooms and discreet servants.
During the season, it boasted a three-piece combo in its cocktail
lounge, and the young couples who enthusiastically filled the
resort danced closely entwined until it was time for bed.  Bedtime
was singularly early, for Fredag Lodge was renowned as a
"honeymoon" hotel - whether you were married or not.
     Most of the young men and women who eagerly sought
reservations here during the summer months were married, if only
that morning in Reno, but there were also the romantics who
considered themselves enough in love to pay the exorbitant rates.
There were also the older couples who were tired of the glitter of
Reno and Tahoe and wished to "get away from it all" for a while,
though that often included getting away from respective husbands
and wives as well.  But however it was sliced, and whoever with,
Fredag Lodge was for passion . . . for passion, love, and lust.
     And if you wanted to escape from Fredag Lodge itself, there
were the paths.  The paths spread out behind the building like a
spider's web net, meandering through the wind-bent trees and
breeze-stirred shrubbery, winding up the silent, loamy hills to
the summit.  The summit . . . and the private cottages.  The
cottages were set apart from one another by brakes of forest and
bush and sun-dappled grass; small, redwood-paneled cabins which
looked out over the lodge and the lake through large picture
windows, and were furnished right down to a small blaze burning in
the field-stone fireplace when you first arrived.  The clean tang
of pine smoke sharpened the summer air coming from the lake, and
seemed to revitalize the lovers who could pay forty dollars a day
for a place to fuck.
     The path connecting the cottages ran along the edge of the
summit, and on this warm June evening, it was young Susan Halford
who was thrilling to the panoramic view spread out before her.
She walked languidly alongside her husband of a few hours, her arm
tightly pressed to his, unable to stifle the blissful grin on her
fresh, roundly pert and freckled face.  The new Mrs. Halford was
tall and lithe with natural blonde hair and luminescent green eyes
with tiny yellow flecks in the irises.  She wore a clinging blue
shift which hugged and caressed her slender, high-breasted figure,
and accentuated the easy, natural sway of her tight-mooned
buttocks.  She was twenty, in love with a perfect man, and married
to him.  What more could a woman ask?  The diamond of her newly
acquired wedding ring sparkled magically in the crimson rays of
the setting sun, as if mirroring the radiant happiness that
threatened to burst her heart.
     She snuggled her head against Jim Halford's bare shoulder,
feeling the warmth of his tanned, masculine flesh.  He was wearing
a pair of tight green swimming trunks and a pair of thongs, as she
was, and his bronzed, hard-muscled body glistened in the dimming
light of the day.  He had dark brown, almost black hair which he
wore long and thick according to the current fashion, and despite
the fact he was only two years older than his bride, Jim seemed
somehow much older.  Oh, not by wrinkles or lines of dissipation,
for he was still very virile and youthful in appearance, but as
Suzie glanced up worshipfully at him, she thought he seemed so
much more mature . . . so much more experienced in his manner and
expression.
     The young bride felt a small, reflexive shiver of fascination
move briefly along her spine. Lord, but he was a handsome catch!
She'd thought so when she'd first met him on a double date with
her twin brother, Carl.  It had been one of those "joke" blind
dates, done for the lark and not because she'd expected anything
to come of it - certainly not marriage!  But Jim also was a twin,
and her brother Carl was dating Jim's sister Verna, so it sounded
like a good laugh when Verna had said Jim was coming to town and
why not make it a four-some, a twin twosome!  But when Suzie had
first laid eyes on Jim, she was no longer in the mood to laugh.
He had a certain roguish allure which had immediately captivated
her, which made her irrationally avert her gaze and blush
girlishly.  It was almost as if Jim mentally undressed her and
left her naked and defenseless.  Yes, and tonight, their wedding
night, Jim would in fact undress her and lead her naked and
defenseless into the secret mysteries of sex.  It seemed almost
miraculous to her that after all the months of Jim's amorous
pressures, she'd remained true to her dreams of being pure and
unspoiled for her husband . . . to still be a virgin!
     Suzie studied her new husband as they walked together along
the graveled path.  She watched the way he moved easily, with
almost leonine fluidity, the strong muscles rippling along his
thighs and chest, the hard bas-relief outline of his manhood
straining the thin material of his swimming trunks.  What would it
look like? She'd never seen a man's penis before, not even her
brother's, and the tantalizing thought of what Jim's would
resemble burrowed like a hot, prickly sliver in her mind.  Lord!
Did a penis really get long and hard, the way some of her
girlfriends told her it did?  Even soft, the bulging contour of
its manly shaft seemed to hold a strange, awesome fascination for
the sheltered young girl, and for one quick moment she was filled
with a weird desire to reach across 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.
     Then, abruptly shamed, Suzie averted her gaze and stared
mortified out over the summit. Self-deprecatingly, she thought: My
God, what a way to be carrying on!  Jim could never respect me if
he knew I was harboring such indecent, sinful ideas!  I'm so
ashamed . . .!
     The blonde-haired bride shuddered involuntarily as she
resisted her erotic reveries and the dwelling fear of what this
night would bring.  She prayed subconsciously that Jim would
understand her natural reticence and be gentle and patient as he
initiated her into the new world of sex.  Sex.  There was a word
which had never been mentioned in her parents' house, not once in
all the years of her and her brother's upbringing.  Sex was a
subject that got your mouth washed out with soap, or worse.  She
and Carl were products of a Mid-Western Baptist family, and
neither one of them had had much of a chance to stray from God's
way, dating very little and then only under the stern glare of Mr.
& Mrs. Monroe's parental guidance.  There was church twice on
Sunday with Carl in the choir, while most of their friends were
running off to play.  And the constant warnings on the evils of s
- - ! and the innate bestiality of human animals, both male and
female.  It almost seemed irreligious for her to have chosen Jim
Halford for a husband, considering how much more worldly he was.
     And when Carl had announced that he was planning to marry
Verna Halford, their parents had all but disowned him.  It had
been very difficult for her brother to withstand their parents'
heated objections, for he'd been brought up as protected as his
twin sister.  Yet Suzie couldn't help admiring her brother for
fighting for the girl he loved, no matter what her shortcomings
might be, and when it was obvious that Mr. & Mrs. Monroe would
have nothing to do with their son's wedding, Suzie had happily
agreed to go to Reno with Carl and Verna and make it a double
ceremony.  The elopement had gone off without a hitch, and after a
quicky vow-taking at noon, the two couples were now on their
honeymoon . . .
     Still, Suzie couldn't help a slight twinge of concern for her
brother's welfare.  It was one thing for Jim to enter marriage
slightly tarnished, for he was a man and premarital experience
could be tolerated.  But Verna was . . . well, Jim's twin sister
was the sort of girl whom Suzie's mother never discussed in
public, Mrs. Monroe being a decent woman with a civil tongue in
her head.  But her lips compressed in a thin white line, the
flaring nostrils of her pinched nose, and the disapproving snap in
her eyes - they all conveyed the mother's disgust quite
eloquently.  Not only was Verna two years older than Carl, but she
had once worked as a go-go dancer in Fresno!  Suzie had found the
black-haired girl exceptionally open and blatant with her
language, though Verna had never said or done anything overtly
obscene when in her company.  But she was disturbed by a comment
she'd overheard while passing her mother's closed bedroom door one
night, when unwittingly Mrs. Monroe had said overly loud to the
father: "That Verna is a strumpet, Joshua. She's the devil's
playmate!"  Suzie devoutly hoped that Verna wasn't anything so
indecent and impure, and that Carl was gaining a bride as clean in
spirit and body as Jim was . . . but Suzie had the sinking
intuition that somewhere along the line, Verna might have fallen
to the temptations of the flesh, perhaps more than once!  And
that's what disturbed her, for with the same feminine instinct,
she sensed that Verna had not gained her carnal knowledge from
Carl . . . but that Carl was a virgin too . . .
     Suzie quickly banished her straying thoughts as she and Jim
made the final turn and entered the clearing of the next cottage.
Yet while stepping daintily along the graveled trail, she couldn't
stop that lingering curiosity as to whether Carl was as nervous
and apprehensively eager for tonight as she . . .
     The small clearing ended at the porch of the cottage, which
was now shadowed in the twilight.  But the clearing itself was
still bathed in hot tangerine sunlight, and the redwood picnic
table and chairs seemed to gleam as if waxed with burgundy polish.
     Carl and Verna were lounging in the chairs, slowly sipping at
frosty glasses in their hands. On the table between them was a
ceramic pitcher with trickles of condensation running down its
rounded sides, indicating that whatever it held was nice and cold.
When they saw Suzie and Jim approaching, they both jumped up,
waving and smiling.  "Hi!" Carl called out enthusiastically.  "We
were hoping you'd come by."
     "We were afraid we might be disturbing you," Jim replied with
a smile.  "We didn't want to barge in if you were inside f - "
     "Jim!" Verna gasped with a giggle.
     "Fixing dinner," he concluded with a twinkle.
     "That's later," his sister said, "after enough rum cocktails
so Carl can't tell he married a lousy cook!  Come on and sit down.
I'll go in and get a couple more glasses."
     With that, Verna tossed the long, shining mane of her black
hair over her shoulder like a silken tail, and languidly walked up
the steps of the porch.  She moved with the grace and sensuality
of a jungle cat, and for an instant Suzie felt a tiny thorn of
jealousy for the ease and pride Verna had for her body.  Verna was
at home with her physical nature, while she . . . she didn't know
what her sinew and blood were capable of yet.  But then she
considered how Verna had likely learned that familiarity, and her
jealousy died as quickly as it'd been born . . .
     "How's it feel to be an old married lady, Sis?" Carl asked
cheerily as he sat down again.  He gazed with frank admiration at
Suzie, 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 possessively she placed her hand in Jim's.
     "Wait until later, rosebud," Jim said to her, winking.
"You're going to be happier still!"
     Her blush grew even stronger, warming her all the way down
her cheeks and neck to her hidden breasts 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
Carl's.  In that split-second, she looked at her twin brother and
saw how handsome and relaxed he seemed as he sat there. He was
wearing only a pair of tight, cotton-twill pants, his tanned,
satin-smooth chest rippling with muscles as he chuckled merrily.
He was leaner in build, neither as tall or as developed as Jim,
but in his own way he was every bit as handsome and alluring as
her husband.
     And there was no question that she and Carl were twins!  His
face, was as cherubic as hers was angelic, with the same band of
freckles across the bridge of his stubby nose, the same deep,
guileless eyes, and the same wheat-colored hair. His hair was
clipped short, almost to a crew-cut, not because he had anything
against the longer hair now in fashion, but because he simply
preferred it trimmed so it wouldn't interfere with swimming, his
favorite sport.  It was very fine like her own, so instead of
sticking up in a butch, it lay soft and close, like a blonde furry
cap.  Now, gazing lovingly at her brother, Suzie wondered if he
and Verna had already . . .
     No, no, don't think this way!  Lovemaking was for the
nighttime, between the warm intimacy of bedcovers.  That's how
Carl would want it, Suzie knew.  She did know, too, because she
knew in her soul everything about her brother . . . just because
they were so close, because they were such identical twins . . .
     "Here we are, lovers!" Verna said from the porch, reappearing
from the cabin with two more glasses.  Her voice had a throaty
purr to it which matched her feline motions, and glancing up at
her, Suzie realized with a start that Verna would have no
compunctions about when or where to do it.  Verna was an awful lot
of woman, in the same way that Jim was a lot of man.  Was she too
much for Carl perhaps . . .?
     Verna had always been provocative, but now, here, dressed as
she was, she seemed even more sensual than when she'd been a
single girl.  She was as bronzed as her new husband, with a smooth
taut stomach and full, thrusting breasts barely concealed in the
narrow strip of a bright lavender halter.  When she bent over the
table to pour from the pitcher, Suzie could almost see the dark
brown rings of her nipples!  She wore matching lavender short-
shorts that were so tight, that they outlined the tight, slightly
protruding mound of her pussy, revealed her firm full thighs, and
then tucked into the crevice between her tightly fleshed buttocks,
leaving the brown curve of her hips almost entirely naked.
     What a scandalous outfit!  Suzie thought critically, a little
prudishly.  It was certainly more daring than her own relatively
skimpy two-piece bathing suit, for the way the material was molded
over the creamy-smooth skin, it seemed to highlight everything a
modest woman should keep to herself!  Verna was leaving nothing to
the imagination!  Of course, this was her honeymoon, and she could
dress however she pleased . . . but nevertheless, it seemed to
Suzie to be an immodest choice, fit only for the intimate eyes of
her husband and no others!
     Unsettled and unsure, Suzie glanced at Jim, and was startled
by the expression on his face. His mouth was wide with a
profligate smile and his onyx eyes were traveling blatantly over
the width and breadth of his own twin sister's voluptuous figure
as if . . . as if he were the one married to her and not Carl!
What was the matter with him?  And then, even more shockingly, he
gave a long and appreciative whistle!
     "You've grabbed a beautiful and desirable woman, Carl," Jim
said, accepting the drink Verna handed him.  "Yes sir, a real
dish!"
     "I'm a lucky guy, all right," Carl replied, but Suzie thought
she caught a small hint of embarrassment in his voice.
     "You don't know it, I bet," Jim continued expansively, "but
that get-up she's wearing is one of her old dancing costumes.
Wore it when she was working at the Pink Pussy, up there on that
little stage with the rock music louder than thunder.  Used to go-
go with an orange spot on her, and the color seemed to make the
lavender fade out until it almost looked as if she didn't have a
stitch on!"
     "JIM!"
     "Aw, Verna, don't get your tail in a knot.  It did, y'know."
     "That was . . . that was a long time ago," she said somewhat
primly.  She sat down and crossed her legs, looking darkly at her
handsome twin brother.  "I'm a married woman now, and the past . .
."
     "Makes you what you are today," Jim finished for her.
"Sensational!  If I weren't your brother, Carl would've had a real
fight on his hands, lemme tell you true."  Then he laughed and
leaned across to put his arm around Suzie and squeeze her tightly.
"That is, until I met my little rosebud, here.  She's a hot one,
too!"
     Suzie, shocked at the direction the conversation was taking,
almost spilled the drink which had been given her.  Despite the
fact she rarely cared for liquor, she attempted to salvage the
situation by raising her glass and toasting: "H-Here's to
marriage, everybody!"
     With a chorus of assents, they all clinked glasses and drank
heartily . . . all except Suzie. She tasted hers experimentally.
The rum cocktail was tart, without much alcohol taste to it at
all, and really very refreshing.  Taking a deeper sip, she was
glad that she wouldn't have to pretend to like the drinks, and
that she could compliment Verna on them genuinely.
     "Hey, that hits the spot," Jim said, smacking his lips.
"Hope there's plenty more where that came from!"
     "Why do you think we were fifteen minutes later checking in
than you were?" Verna giggled. "I had Carl stop at a liquor store
and make sure he bought enough!"
     "Plus a magnum of champagne," Carl boasted.  "Mumm's!"
     "For later," Verna 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," Suzie murmured.
     "Nonsense, Sis!" Carl retorted.  "We were going to go over
and ask you, if you hadn't come here first.  Now, settle back and
enjoy things!"
     Suzie tried to, but there was still an aura of uneasiness to
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. The rum gradually began
to take its toll, and she experienced a general loosening of her
nerves; the tenseness left her and she started feeling more
relaxed.  Then some of her mental cautiousness began to disappear,
and surprisingly, she discovered herself being drawn into animated
conversation with the others.
     During her fourth drink, the quartet moved inside the cottage
to the small, compact kitchen at the rear.  Dinner was prepared
amidst gales of laughter and teasing, for everything that could go
wrong, did.  The cookstove refused to light, and when finally it
did, it belched smoke like a volcano.  The steaks were burned, the
potatoes under-done, and the salad had bugs in it.  But somehow,
it didn't matter.  With the pop of the cork and the pouring of the
celebratory champagne, it seemed to the now giddy bride that it
was the finest meal she'd ever eaten.
     And when at last the champagne was gone and the rum had
vanished and it was time to go, Suzie was almost sorry it was
over.  Light-headed and laughing, she leaned against Jim as they
walked out into the clearing again.  It was dark now, with the
hook of a new moon caught in the floor of the sky . . . but it was
a warm darkness, with crickets chirruping close by, and it wasn't
scary at all to her.  Drunk with love and the unaccustomed
alcohol, she looked back at Carl and Verna who were standing arm-
in-arm on their porch.
     "Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe!" she said, waving to them.
"Thanks for everything!"
     "And good night to you, Mrs. Halford," her brother called
back.  He was grinning crookedly, and she could tell he'd had more
than his usual amount of alcohol.  He was drunk!
     "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Verna added, and even that
slightly risque remark seemed funny to Suzie right then.  Starting
down the path to their own cottage, she nuzzled closely against
Jim and mentioned to him how happy she was that they'd decided to
stay later than she'd first planned.  Yes, and she thought to
herself that Verna wasn't anything like her mother had labeled
her; her mother was an old ninny, that's all.  And Jim Halford was
a very nice, very handsome, very urbane husband whom she found
herself loving more and more each step she took . . .
     With arms encircling each other's waist, they climbed the
steps of their porch and entered the small, three-room cabin.  It
was, fittingly enough, a twin of Carl's and Verna's cottage, and
lived up to the color brochures as much as anything lives up to
its advertising: nicely decorated in the rustic, woodsy notion of
bare walls, beam ceilings, and black wrought iron legs on wooden
tables and chairs.  The carpet was a grass fiber matting which
tickled when Suzie threw off her thongs and stood barefooted, and
it extended throughout the living room, kitchenette, and the
double-bed bedroom that was across from the tiny shower and toilet
alcove.
     Once inside and with the door shut, Jim drew his young blonde
bride to him before she could reach the light switch.  His lips
found hers and he pressed his mouth wetly down, grinding tightly
against her lips.  She felt herself go limp, then the soft
eagerness of his tongue bid for entry and she gently pushed him
free.
     "Darling, darling, I love you," she heard herself whisper
breathlessly.  She fumbled for the light switch, turning on the
overhead fixture that was shaped like a miniature wagon wheel, and
then turning to her new husband again, she hugged him like a
little girl.  "I want to be yours, all yours, forever and ever."
     "God, you've driven me batty these last few months, rosebud,"
Jim groaned passionately against her ear.  "And now at last I've
got you.  I don't know how I managed to control myself."
     "You didn't," she giggled.  "I made you stop, remember?"
     "Yeah, but never again!"
     Suzie placed her forefinger gently against his impetuous
lips, cooing softly to him: "Never again . . . but you'll see,
darling.  You'll see that the waiting will be worth it!"
     "Will be?  Now!  Now and not another minute!"  Impatient with
lust, Jim Halford crushed Suzie to him again, his right hand
searching for the zipper along the back of her blue shift.  She
giggled again, twisting from his greedy arms and dancing lightly a
step away.
     "No, no, not yet!" she teased him.  "Let me get ready first.
When I'm all set, I'll call and you can come into the bedroom!
That's the way it should be!"
     "Should be, my ass!" Jim panted, his tongue circling his lips
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!"
     Suzie 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 always 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 possess his bride's nubile body.  "Oh, for Chri . . .
crimminy'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, still eyeing him
saucily with her head tilted. "Enough so he remembers she is his
wife . . . 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 thin fabric
of her shift as she ankled for the bedroom.
     When the door had been quietly shut, he walked over to where
there was a bottle of bourbon on the table.  He'd brought it along
in his suitcase, and now he unscrewed the cap and drank deeply
from the bottle, adding more potent liquor to his already large
load of rum and champagne.  His fingers shook from his pent-up
emotions, and some of the amber liquid ran down from the corners
of his mouth.  Damn, but Suzie's beauty stunned him!  He wanted to
have his long hard cock lodged up inside her tender cunt in the
worst way, and being so close to victory now only made him hotter.
He'd had plenty of easy girls, but she was another matter, the
perfect blend of spice and challenge!  He'd pursued that luscious
body of hers with all the charm and charisma he could possibly
muster, but that inherent puritanism of hers had always prevailed
until finally it had been he who'd surrendered!  To think!  Him!
Jim Halford, marrying a girl so he could fuck her!  But that was
okay by him, because he loved Suzie, loved her with all his heart
and soul, and perhaps some of it was because she had held out
against him and remained a virgin.
     Yet despite her resistance to his seductions, he'd been able
to detect a latent hot streak in the young girl that seemingly had
never been aroused before.  He was certain that once he turned her
on to sex, she'd be one hot tomato! Shit, he should have ripped
her dress off without all this horsepuckey, and sunk his cock up
into her cunt until she screamed for more . . .!
     . . . In the small, square bedroom, Suzie Halford unpacked
the lacy white negligee she'd bought especially for this night,
and spread it out on the bed.  Then she undressed, quickly and
completely, carefully hanging up in the closet or folding in the
bureau drawers her clothing so as to show Jim she was a neat and
orderly housewife.  Walking naked 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 made.  Her blonde hair hung long and when she let it
fall down across her shoulders, it partially covered her full,
round breasts.  She swept her hair back up again, gazing
momentarily at the creamy white skin of her breasts and the pink
areoles making small, perfect accents for her bud-like nipples.
She moved slightly sideways, pleased with the long length of her
legs and the shapeliness of her narrow waist and the lush-white
curve of her hips.  Then, faintly embarrassed at her lack of
proper humility, she sat down on the bed and reached for her
negligee.  The silky blonde hair of her pubic 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 vaginal
lips, and she could see the tiny pink tip of her clitoris peeking
shyly out from the softly rounded flesh of her cuntal 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!
Spirits of any kind had always affected her that way. But perhaps
this was better, feeling slightly giddy and daring, for as much 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 thing.
     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 bedroom 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 swimming
trunks bulging ominously at her!  His eyes were blazing with the
uncontainable lust which was burning through his 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.  "Hell I did,"
he grinned, and she saw the heavy sag in the front of his elastic
trunks 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.  "Right now!  I've gotta have you right now,
Suzie!"
     The young blonde 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 feet the
rigid shaft through the thin layer of his trunks and her silken
negligee, pulsing like some untamed animal against the tender
flesh of her lower belly.  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 you!"  His hands began to explore her naked
flesh with a rough, unfeeling callousness, clutching and squeezing
her soft, sensitive body as his lust-swollen penis 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 futilely 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 aching breasts, and
thought desperately that perhaps if she gave in a little, it would
help return Jim to his sanity.  She thrust her moist lips against
his panting mouth and slipped her wet pink tongue lewdly between
Jim's 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 double
bed.  Suzie felt herself falling across the sheets 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, damnit, I'm going to fuck you!"
     "Ohhhh!  No, no, not this way!  Don't use that awful word!"
     "Fuck, rosebud!  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Fuck you in the cunt!"
     "Ohhhhhh!" Suzie cried out in hapless despair.  Jim had
ruined everything, acting this way!  All her dreams and desires
were being shattered like so much broken glass!  It wasn't fair!
     Jim groaned with the obscene need to finally possess this
warmly throbbing vagina he'd so long been pursuing, the very idea
of fucking this innocent girl making his penis throb painfully in
the tight unyielding prison of his swim trunks. Unable to control
his overwhelming greed for his moaning bride curvaceously twisting
beneath him, he stood up again and began to frantically push his
semen-moistened trunks down over his thighs and buttocks.  Jesus,
he had to have her! Right now, before he creamed from the
excitement alone!
     The cabin's bedroom whirled around Suzie as she shivered in
horrified fascination before her naked husband.  She watched with
stricken eyes while he slid down his trunks and flipped them
across the room with one foot.  She found herself staring at his
hard fleshy penis with a sudden rising terror, the giant erection
which reared from his hairy abdomen looking like a huge mailed
fist to her, his bloated, sperm-filled testicles hanging
menacingly at its base.  So that's what a man looked like!  But
dear Lord, he couldn't put all of that up inside of her!  He'd
split her wide open, right down the middle!  No woman could accept
such a monstrous pole of flesh between her legs.
     "No, Jim!  Nooooo . . .!"
     "Hot damn, yes!"  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 cringing young
flesh.  He kneaded her succulent breasts 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 tender budding nipples, and he chewed hungrily
at their swollen pink 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!" Suzie
mewled hopelessly, but her cries fell on deaf ears.  Drunkenly Jim
held her struggling body tightly against the sheets, pinning her
down with the weight of his heavily-panting chest 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
into her cowering belly, ripping into her virginal pussy to pound
her flesh with savage brutality until it inundated her womb with
endless streams of lewd white semen . . .!  The visions of herself
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 over and over for her new husband to be merciful.
     Ignoring all of his bride's mewling pleas, Jim squeezed his
hips further between her slender thighs, forcing her legs wider
apart and pinning her writhing buttocks harshly to the mattress.
The soft fleece of her pubic hair brushed teasingly against his
aching penis, 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.
     "I'm going to fuck you silly," he hissed down at her.  "Yeah,
I'm going to fuck you, and you're my wife now, so you can't play
coy any longer! You've been a prick-teaser all the time I've known
you, but goddamn it, you're going to get fucked now, ready,
willing, or not!"
     "Ohhhhhh, noooooo!" Suzie groaned in misery, knowing she was
to be brutally raped . . . raped by her own husband!  God save
her!
     Jim Halford drove his hand down between the fear-twisting
hollows of her soft inner thighs, madly searching to find the
tight elastic snugness of her 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 pulsating entrance of her vagina.  He jammed his
blood-rigid penis forward with a groan then, lodging it against
the thin membrane of her hymen like a battering-ram poised at the
gates of a castle.
     "Damn, you're tight!" she heard Jim groan above her.  "You're
a cherry, all right!"
     "No more, no more," she moaned mindlessly up at him, her
vagina 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 penis, and involuntarily she tensed her hips
as her husband forced his way into her screaming flesh, probing
her maidenhead for a way through.  He ground his blunt hard cock-
head against her tender hymen with a slow deliberation, wanting
her to know that she was being fucked royally and that she
belonged entirely to him.
     Suzie gritted her teeth together from the agony, and groaned
through them as she felt his erection straining at the vainly
resisting membrane of her maidenhood.  Her fists clenched and
unclenched, and she kicked out her legs to try and ease her
torture, to no avail. Jim held her tightly and jerked his hips
wildly forward, ramming his relentless cock deeper into her
protesting young belly until there was a sudden pop inside . . .
and he slid unimpeded all the way up to her now quivering cervix.
     "Arrgggggg!" Suzie forced air into her lungs and gasped at
the pain-filled shock of having lost her virginity so cruelly.
She could feel him force his way along the sensitive walls of her
now deflowered cunt, pushing her resilient flesh before its
skewering hardness like a sword slicing through meat.  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 inside of her.  Jim
rammed forward again, feeling his throbbing scrotum slap
resoundingly against her twitching, up-tilted buttocks.  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.
     "Arrrrggggg!" She screamed a second time. "Oh God, you're
tearing me apart inside!  You're hurting me so much!  Stop!  Stop,
Jim, stop!"
     But Jim only grinned obscenely as he heard the guttural wail
of pain bursting from her constricted throat.  He pumped his rock-
hard cock deeper and faster into her warmly yielding 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'd made him suffer from denial.
     "That's right, rosebud," Jim teased down at his bride.
"Scream for your supper!"  He flexed again, taunting: "You love
fucking, don't you?"
     "Uuugggg!" Suzie yelled piteously.  "You're killing me!"
     "That isn't the right reply, Suzie!" Jim snickered, thrusting
even more savagely down inside her quivering pussy.
     "Ohhhhhh!" the tortured young wife 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
crueler and more brutal to her than he was already.  "Yes, I love
it!  I love itttttt!"
     Jim laughed harshly in response to her babbling entreaty,
stroking more quickly in and out, pounding her tender, stretched
vagina harder and faster than ever.  He moved his clawing fingers
back to grip her smoothly trembling buttocks, feeling the satiny
skin moist from her cuntal secretions and the blood of her broken
hymen.  He pulled her tightly grinding pussy closer to his driving
loins, his vicious thrusts filling the bedroom with lewd wet
smacking sounds that blended obscenely with Suzie's continuing
moans of pain and torment. 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, rosebud!  Fuck back! Fuck back!"
     But even as he blurted out his climax, the first powerful
streams of his hot cream-like semen were erupting from the
suddenly expanding head of his pulsating cock.  The liquid torrent
seared deep up inside the fleshy well of his moaning bride's
vagina, his cum surging forth with the rolling force of a tidal
wave, burning Suzie's inner belly with fire and drowning every
fractional inch of her raw, sore pussy until it rivuleted back out
between the clenching lips of her painfully filled cunt.  Suzie
could feel the trickling sensation of his warm wet sperm as it
flowed down the hair-fringed crevice of her thighs and pooled
soddenly on the clean white sheets 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
revulsion filled Suzie's mind, and tears fell like rain from her
anguished eyes.
     "Why?" she moaned softly to him.  "Why, Jim . . . why did you
treat me so badly?"
     "I guess . . . I guess you'll never understand," he breathed
huskily against one throbbing breast.  "I guess it's been
something 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 snort, 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 speak to me so crudely!" Suzie hissed. "You wouldn't
do or say such things if you really loved me!"
     "Oh, I love you plenty, rosebud," Jim responded, feeling a
certain bitterness and anger welling up again in his stomach.
"But I'm beginning to see that all your virtue was a disguise.  A
smoke-screen, hiding the fact that you can't love me.  You can't
love any man with your body.  You're a statue, not a woman!"
     "And you!  You're nothing but an animal!"
     "An animal?"
     "A . . . a sex-maniac!"
     "A sex-maniac?"  Jim 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 re-
hardened cock against her semen-soaked pubic hair and along the
moist pink slit of her lubricated-pussy.  "A sex-maniac, am I?
Well, I'll show you just what a sex-maniac - an animal sex-maniac
- does to prune-cunted iceboxes like you!"
     Jim never even gave her 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 cringing 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 . . .

                            Chapter 2

     Meanwhile, in their own cabin, Carl and Verna Monroe were
beginning to learn the intimate secrets of married love and each
other's eager bodies . . .
     After Jim and Suzie had left, Verna closed the door of the
cottage and smiled at her new husband.  "Is there any booze left,
honey?"
     "Not a drop," Carl replied, shaking the empty rum bottle.
"Just what's in our glasses, and then we'll be dryer than Kansas."
     "Then let's polish them off and go to bed, okay?"
     Bed!  Sex!  Carl quivered as he put the bottle down on the
sideboard and retrieved his half-full glass.  He watched Verna
sidle barefoot across the carpeting to the 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 tanned legs Indian-style
beneath her lush buttocks, tightening the material of her shorts
lewdly into the sharply defined slit up between her thighs, making
the folds of her inviting pussy bulge out in lurid bas-relief.
She leaned forward to pick up her glass from the table, and the
firm mounds of her breasts were exposed to his gaze, with just the
hint of the chocolate hardness of her vibrant nipples.
     Carl 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 one time, and then
- incredibly - again, and quickly, feeling ashamed, he took a long
deep pull at his glass, letting the last of his rum cocktails
relax his growing arousal.  I can't let this happen, he cautioned
himself.  Remember what Dr. Erastus Shultz's Marriage Manual said
about the wedding night . . . the groom must be gentle and
understanding with his bride and not scare her with his masculine
strength . . . a wife is to be tenderly cherished and treated with
respect and patience, and never be allowed to think her husband
regards her as anything but a decent and honorable woman . . .
     That's what Dr. Shultz said.  But God!  That doctor had
obviously never met Verna!  Carl tried to deny his rising passion,
but, in spite of his best efforts, he had to admit that his black-
haired bride was enough to make an angel give up his halo.  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 make love to her like a cave man!  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 swirling in his overheated mind.
But it remained throbbingly blood-swollen and aching in his pants.
Think of how pure your love is for Verna, how you admire her
personality, how you must control your male demands if you're
going to start your marriage off properly!  Think of what Dr.
Shultz would do if he were here!  But Carl had already had too
much to drink, and the tantalizing Verna was proving to be too
much of a woman . . .
     Guiltily, he turned to her and asked, "W-Would you like me to
turn on the radio?"
     "If you want to, honey," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded
and the tiny tip of her pink tongue slowly circling her lips.
     "I thought . . . I thought we could dance."
     "Wouldn't that be uncomfortable for you?  I mean, with that
big fat hard-on I can see in your pants?"
     Carl almost dropped his drink in convulsive reaction to her
lewd words.  He had never heard a woman talk in such lascivious
terms! "Verna . . . cut it out, for Pete'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, Carl honey!  That hard, hard prick of yours!  You don't
want to dance with me and have me rubbing my soft little pussy
against it, do you?"
     Carl'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!"
     Carl 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 hungered eagerness.  Shaken to the core,
the twenty year old young man drew back and raised his head to
stare at his hotly panting bride, then kissed her once more in the
same manner.  She didn't resist. The fire was mounting within her
like a vortex, 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 sexual desire for
him, her lightly covered breasts seeming to seek out the trembling
cup of his hands.  He pressed her right breast tentatively,
caressing it with experimental tenderness, vaguely wondering if
Dr. Shultz had been married when he'd written his manual.  Then
Verna's tongue wormed like a hot wedge of fire into his own mouth
and he could taste the sweetness of her breath. 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 pubic mound to her thighs, all the way
to the pulsing crevice between her parting legs.
     This was going to be one hot night, he could see that now!
She wanted him, wanted him badly, and ol' Dr. Shultz could stuff
that book up his arse!  Then came the anguished thought - had
Verna ever wanted another man this way? Was she all his, entirely
his, or had she given herself like this to others 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 breasts heaving and her buttocks
squirming in those immodest shorts of hers . . .
     Verna 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 as to press against his
lower belly and pelvic region, feeling the rock-hard protuberance
of his stiffened cock pulsing beneath his pants.  She supposed it
wasn't fair of her to act this way, but she didn't care.  She
wasn't trying to be fair . . . only fulfilling.
     That was a lovely word - fulfilling.  What would poor Carl do
now if she reached down and squeezed his penis?  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.  Ad lib.
More irony perhaps. Poor, poor Carl 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 fulfillment.
     What would happen if he ever found out how unchaste his
little sweet bride really was?  Well, he wasn't going to find out,
not if she had her way.  Verna loved him - loved Carl as only an
experienced woman can love a man who is basically good and noble
at heart.  Carl had integrity, and no man of integrity could
accept being number thirteen - lucky thirteen! - and a wife who'd
not only had a full dozen lovers before him, but countless one-
nighters and a few drunken blanks when she couldn't remember the
next morning who'd stuck his cock in her 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 up inside her vagina right this instant!  How
could she hope to last 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 breasts with
a feverish need.
     Verna gasped aloud.
     Carl's hand squeezed her breast while his tongue played in
her mouth and she nibbled on it.  Then his thumb and forefinger
found the nipple and rolled it tenderly between them, generating
tiny shocks of lust throughout her squirming body.
     "Oh . . . Oh Carl!" she moaned deliriously into his mouth.
     "Verna, Verna, 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, Carl! Fuck me,"
she heard herself mewl uncontainably, shamed at the way she could
not control even a little hesitancy to show she was a decent
woman.  "Fuck me with that wild hard prick 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!
     "Ohhhh God!" Carl managed to breathe, almost leaping off the
couch in his spasming reaction.  He could feel his bloated
testicles 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 uncomfortably swollen erection
with practiced ease . . .
     "Don't deny it, Carl," she droned on, mesmerically,
hypnotically.  "You want to get your big prick into my wet 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 gross words tumbling from her
moist, pretty lips lashed Carl's mind into a swirling frenzy.  As
if he were somebody else, was spirit-free from his own
inexperienced body, he watched himself objectively move forward
and touch both her naked breasts again.  In response, her hands
dipped once more to his turgid penis, and then she was kissing his
mouth, sucking and nibbling on his tongue.  Carl's hands squeezed
and kneaded the flesh of her exposed breasts, her dark brown
nipples and her richly rounded areolas.  He could feel the wetness
of his seminal fluid seeping from the head of his pulsating cock
as she continued to manipulate him with an experienced
thoroughness until he was sure his balls were going to explode!
What kind of wanton had he married?
     "Get naked, honey," she whispered to him.  "I want to see
that huge cock of yours.  I want to see how well hung the man I
married is!  Show me your prick, Carl, let me see it!"
     Mutely, blindly, his mind and body afire with alcohol and
lust, Carl stood up and undid his trousers.  He stripped them down
with numbed fingers, then slid off his moistly stained 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, blood-enraged shaft quivering out at a right angle
from his loins.
     "Oh Lord!  It's lovely, just the way I hoped it would be!"
she crooned very softly.  "You want to put it inside of me, don't
you?  Don't you, Carl?  Tell me you do!"
     "Yesss," Carl groaned.  "Yes, I want to!"
     But, in spite of the overwhelming passion which she'd kindled
in him, he still felt a certain amount of guilt and uneasiness
over the unadulterated lust 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'd expected . . .!
His face was crimson from both shame and intense arousal, and he
averted his eyes, his breathing ragged, when Verna 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 white panties
landed beside his bare feet, he once more looked at his bride . .
. and his breath stuck in his throat!
     She lay back on the couch with her legs spread wide apart,
her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, bronzed 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 against her deep tan, jutting up like twin mountain
peaks waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered.  The dark-
haired softness of her pubic triangle gleamed invitingly and her
tapered legs, so satiny smooth at her inner thighs, were moist
with the already flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal
slit.
     "Well, honey?" she purred enticingly.
     "Verna - " he managed, but nothing else.
     "You want to fuck me?"
     "Fuck you?" he panted mindlessly, "Damn right I want to fuck
you, you bitch!  You teasing wench!"
     He fell across her on the couch, his whole being bursting
with his now unleashed, uncontrollable passions.  His hands roved
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!" Verna 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 gigantic!  Carl'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 stroked the
urethral tube underneath, around the brown circumcision ring, and
then she curled her smooth hand warmly around its thick hot base.
     "Uuuuhhhhgggg," Carl sighed.  "Christ!"
     Verna threw herself full length 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, Carl.  I want you to fuck me.  Fuck me
now!"
     Her nails trailed across his back and buttocks then,
clutching him desperately tight between her wide-splayed legs.
Her other hand was still wrapped around his huge penis and was
rubbing it energetically between her pleading cunt lips, her
vagina growing wetter and wider with each second, as if it were
ready to leap upward and voraciously swallow his cock.  Her firm
white buttocks began a rotation of great proportion, snaking out
wider still on either side of his thighs with her legs wide and
her ankles locked tightly against his calves.
     "Ohhhh!" Verna squealed, her eyes closed, but as Carl rose
above her, ready to stab into the very depths of her lushly
welcoming body, she opened them both wide.  "Now, honey!  Fuck
meeee!"
     Carl lunged, battering against her, and Verna's still-
clasping hand guided his rock-hard erection between the desire-wet
lips of her pulsating vagina.  He eased downward, not wishing to
hurt her with that initial thrust, but penetrating her with a
rush, and the absence of the virginal resistance he'd expected was
amazing to him. Well, Dr. Shultz had written that some perfectly
innocent girls could lose their hymens horseback riding or walking
picket fences . . . but the mouth of her cunt seemed to be
clasping and sucking his blood-engorged shaft inward as if wanting
to gobble it up!
     His hardened cock drove up inside of her vagina 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 stroked several
times and her inner cuntal walls seemed to slowly expand.  She
cried out beneath him, a little howl of mixed pleasure and pain.
He thrust until their pelvic flesh slapped resoundingly together,
and she strained back under him, arching her naked loins up to his
now ramming penis, his testicles thwacking into the open crevice
of her buttocks with every stroke.  She moaned incessantly, her
nails raking the flesh of his back and humping buttocks
feverishly, and 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 muscles of his cock deep in her belly, out of his mind with
his first taste of intercourse, 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!
     "Ohhhhh God!  It's wonderful!  It's so big, Carl . . . 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 inside her warm cunt, sliding in the
moisture of her secretions.  A rivulet seeped its way between her
thighs, collecting beneath her writhing buttocks on the cushion of
the couch.
     Carl felt his penis growing with arousal until he thought it
would split in half with its excitement.  He pumped 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 shoot her full in a minute, any minute, and the thought made
him lash out like an infused satyr.
     "Oh  yes, darling!  Oh yess, yes!" Verna wailed.  "Ram it to
me!  Fuck me hard!  Fuck me hard and cum, honey!  Fill me up!"
     Her obscene chantings only drove Carl on harder.  He ground
his pelvis into her soft, yielding flesh and reached down to grab
the cheeks of her crazily undulating buttocks and pull her 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 ass-cheeks with
maniacal force and drove his cock to the hilt.  "More!  More!" she
wailed.  "Fuck me more!"
     He rammed his tongue deep into her wide open mouth, hoping to
compensate, the saliva drooling down into her throat.  Rabidly,
Verna 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 beyond reason to allow her new
husband greater access to her ravenous loins, but he could not
take advantage, quivering as he was in the first throes of his
orgasm.  Verna heaved against his penis mercilessly, uncaring how
whorishly she might appear to Carl now. Nothing mattered except
the sperm-loaded scrotum which was viciously whacking against her
buttocks and the magnificent cock pummeling up inside her milking
cunt.  She was almost ready to cum and could not stop, relentless
devils dancing deep in her belly as she strove wildly for her end
under the heaving young man . . . and end that was an
infinitesimal second away . . .
     But then . . . "I . . . I'm going to do it!" Carl gasped
unreasoningly, and threw his head back as if wounded, thrusting
his cock's full expanse deep within 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.  Verna could feel it jet into her welcoming vagina
in great virile ejaculations - his penis lurching with each body-
tensing spurt.  She was still just seconds away!
     "Noooo!  Nooo, honey!  No!  Wait for me! Wait!" she sobbed in
mindless frustration, but it was too late.  She squeezed her loins
up against a softening cock which had lost its mastery over her
unleashed passions, and her heels pounded despairingly into her
husband's spent body.  With an empty groan, Carl slipped from
between her 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 . . .
     Verna 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
manipulating ineffectually at the hair-rimmed slit between her
thighs.  She dug 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 face turned crimson, flushed by the passionate
need for orgasm, and she continued to moan insatiably as her hand
drove harder and faster between her open thighs, driving her
fingers deep into the smooth, sperm-coated crevice of her vagina.
Electric tingles of darting pleasure raced through her nerves as
she felt her long-awaited climax 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 . . .
     "I'm cumming now!" she cried out, her glazed eyes staring
unseeingly at the ceiling. With a sinking sensation in his heart,
Carl realized that Verna 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.  His
mother had been right.  Verna's wild, uninhibited masturbation in
front of him proved it, and 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, white-hot juices gushed from around her hotly fucking
fingers skewering up into her cunt, covering her hand and flowing
down onto the cushions below.  He could hear her screaming with a
piercing cry of joy . . . then there was utter silence.
     Verna stayed the way she was, with her hands tightly pressed
inside her cuntal 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 Carl's cheeks as he staggered
upright and stumbled naked for the bedroom.  His spirit was
humbled, his pride crushed, with the knowledge that he had not
been man enough to satisfy her . . . as she'd so obviously been
satisfied many times before he'd married her.  He did not even
look back at the couch where Verna was just beginning to stir
again.  He had never felt so lost, confused, and hurt in his
entire life.

                            Chapter 3

     The morning dawned bright and clear, with the crisp nip of
the mountain air which promised to invigorate the most slothful of
humans.  Yet young Suzie Halford lay transfixed under the
bedcovers, quivering from anguish, rage, and shame.  She glanced
up as Jim padded naked into the bedroom from the bath, and stared
momentarily at his heavy-chested, taut-muscled form before turning
away, tears welling in her eyes.
     As she moved in the bed, she accidentally brushed against her
breasts, and she winced in sudden pain.  She touched the spongy
surfaces again with her right hand, discovering the tenderness
extended all along her chest and belly to the soft white skin of
her inner thighs.  Jim's rapacious attack had been more viscious
than she'd assumed, and she looked once again at him, thinking he
was handsome - but a beast.  A course and vulgar jungle beast,
bent solely on hurt and cruelty . . .
     Jim was, at the moment, more concerned with the pain over his
left eye.  He'd washed his face in cold water and taken three
aspirin, but still he clutched the bureau with one hand and his
forehead with the other, waiting for the elves with their pick-
axes 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 a nice piece of ass," Jim replied with
halfhearted lightness, "but that'll have to wait until after the
coffee.  Come on and join me down at the cafeteria."
     "I'd rather rest awhile longer, if you don't mind."
     Jim laughed at this, despite the pain it caused. He reached
for his clothes, donning a striped polo shirt and trousers as he
said: "Really wore you out last night, eh?  Well, you'll get used
to it, don't worry."
     "I sincerely doubt that," she whimpered abjectly.
     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 thick as cotton from his hangover.  Faltering,
he said:
     "Rosebud, listen to me . . ."
     "Go have your coffee, Jim Halford.  Leave me alone."
     "I will, but . . . but listen to me.  What you experienced
last night is typical."
     "Is it?  I thought all the girls were supposed to love your
sexy ways, and be ready to fling themselves at you."
     Jim blushed slightly at the mention of his previous
conquests.  "I . . . didn't mean them, Suzie.  I meant that it was
a typical wedding night for a straitlaced girl around the turn of
the century.  My mother told me so, told me how even when she
married Dad during the World War, it took some getting used to.
She said it was worse for her mother; that she - my grandmother -
cried all night and threw up twice.  But after awhile, she became
enthusiastic for sex.  You will too."
     He got up then, kissing Suzie lightly on the cheek, and
deciding he'd said enough and really did need that cup of coffee,
he quietly walked out of the bedroom . . .
     . . . After she heard the front door of the cabin close,
Suzie began to weep in small, shuddering sobs.  She'd wanted to
reply to Jim, to call him back and tell him it was her fault that
things had gone badly the night before . . . but she'd been
speechless.  It frightened her too much, the realization she
understood what Jim had explained to her and that she was indeed a
Victorian girl shackled by prudery and myth.  It frightened her to
know that from such gruesome beginnings, sexual enthusiasm could
grow and grow . . .

                           *    *    *

     Verna Monroe woke up with a start.  She sucked in her breath
as if she'd just come out of a nightmare, a feeling of icy
apprehension creeping over her naked flesh.  She looked over at
her husband of one day, and feeling safer with his presence,
smiled fondly at his smooth torso as he lay on his back, his
breath short and fetid from all the liquor he'd consumed last
night.  She caressed him with her fingers for a moment, and then
not wishing to wake him, she slid out silently from under the
covers.  She didn't want to face him just yet, to see the crumpled
expression in his eyes and be forced to verbally relive the
happenings on the couch.  Later she'd have to talk things over and
suffer the shame and anguish she knew he'd heap upon her . . . but
later she could probably handle it. Now it was simply too much to
bear.
     Shaking her head sadly, Verna began rummaging through her
suitcase for some clean clothes.  She found a pink velour sweater
and wriggled into it without the benefit of a brassiere.  She was
proud of how her firm, full breasts still did not need any aid to
remain high and wide, and she enjoyed the soft caress of the
stretchy fabric over her sensitive mounds.  The sweater was not a
see-through, and covered the full view of her breasts as well as
if she had the additional covering of a brassiere, 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 pink panties that
had rosebuds sewn at the corners, and a darker, rose-colored
miniskirt which was so short that its hem was almost halfway up
her tanned thighs, showing off the creases in the front where her
legs joined her hips.  With sudden awareness she realized that she
- or anybody - could see her panties, which in turn gave a rather
lewd view of the tightly pressed lips of her vagina.  A small
forbidden thrill tingled through her loins, and she knew that if
she had any sense, she'd quickly change into something more
covering and modest.  This was too daring and suggestive, and Carl
would never approve!  She was courting a worse scene than ever,
once he took a gander at how she was displaying herself!
     With a small, disheartened sigh, she crossed her arms to
remove the sweater . . . then paused and dropped her hands.  Her
impulsiveness with Carl last night had probably set back their
marriage adjustment a goodly time, and she should act the meek and
repentant wife today for both their sakes.  But Verna was a
strong-willed and prideful girl, and as dangerous and flaunting as
keeping these clothes on might be, there rose 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 Carl is simply going to have
to appreciate it . . . as I and my lovers before him have . . .
     But how?
     She didn't know.  She had vowed to control her carnally
amorous nature long enough to gradually teach Carl all the tricks
she'd come to adore.  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.  Carl was limited not
only in technique, but in his very outlook toward sex and bodily
satisfaction.  She'd scared him last night . . . she knew that . .
. scared him as a lover; demoralized him as a man; and lowered his
esteem and affection for her.  And it was this which she felt
acutely mortified over, and the humiliating fact that she could no
longer trust herself.  It was obvious that she couldn't stop from
following her lewd desires once the evil urges were started.  Her
promises had not been able to endure for longer than a few short
minutes when faced with the obscene temptations last night, and
Lord!  What would happen the next time with Carl?  And the time
after that?  Would she end up killing his love and their marriage
before it had a chance to begin . . .?
     She started down the path to Fredag Lodge, her head hanging
low and her spirits dragging. But with the crisp morning air and
the faint caroling of the birds around her, her hopes and dreams
soon became invigorated.  A brightness and warmth lifted her
morbid thoughts, and the recollection of her prurient actions
faded from her consciousness.  It was useless to chastise herself
for last night's weaknesses . . . she couldn't go back and erase
her obscene wantonness, and surely her love for Carl was strong
enough for her to become the good wife he desired.  Take things as
they come, she told herself, the problems would certainly sort
themselves out!  They had to . . .!
     Fifteen minutes later, Verna arrived at the Lodge, and taking
a deep breath, she entered the door to the restaurant.  The
restaurant was separate from the dining room - which wasn't open
until noon - but it was a part of the dimly lit cocktail lounge
with its warm, real fire forever crackling in the large hearth.
She took a far booth, away from the bright morning sunlight
streaming in through the large plate-glass windows, and close to
the flames which lept up from the pitch-heavy logs.  As she ate a
light breakfast of bacon and eggs, she constantly glanced at it as
if the fire somehow comforted and reassured her that all would be
well.  Just as she was about to wipe up the last of the yolk on
her plate with a crust of toast, she heard a familiar voice.
     "Mind if I join you, Sis?"
     Verna glanced up then, and saw her twin brother Jim grinning
down at her.  "Oh, good morning," she said, smiling in return.  "I
didn't see you were here."
     "I know.  You had your face buried in your breakfast as if
your mind were a million miles from here.  Where's Carl?"
     "Asleep," Verna said, her smile fading.
     "Uh-huh."  Jim slid into the booth across from hers.  "Suzie
is still in bed, too.  A casualty, recuperating."
     "A what?"
     "Never mind," Jim 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 hair of the dog that bit me
last night."
     "Don't tell me you're drunk already today!"
     "Not by a long shot, but I'm not feeling any pain."
     The waitress came over, and Jim ordered a cup of coffee.
Neither he nor Verna said anything until the girl returned, and
even then there was a long pause, only the sound of stirring
spoons cutting the silence.  At last Jim asked: "Well?  How'd it
go?"
     "How did what go?"
     "Last night!  How was it?"
     Verna blushed slightly at his blunt question, and said
uneasily, "Oh, fine, just fine."
     Jim caught the lack of heart in her response, and knew she
was avoiding the issue.  His early-morning cocktails had loosened
his tongue enough to pursue the subject.  "Come on, Sis, this is
me asking.  Ol' brother Jim, who knows all about your wild times.
Remember that weekend in Monterey when we had motel rooms next to
each other?  The walls were so thin we could hear every move
everybody made, and I don't know who was screaming the loudest -
Maybelle with me, or you with what's-his-name."
     "Shannon.  Steve Shannon," Verna said tartly.
     "Yeah, Steve Shannon.  Never figured out why you didn't marry
him.  He was bonkers over you, as I recall."
     "I didn't love him, that's why."
     "Uh-huh.  Sex is sex, but love is love."
     "Jim, please . . ."
     "I know, I know," he said, taking a sip of coffee.  "You're
married now and a regular straight-arrow."
     "No, it isn't that, Jim.  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
dwelling in her heart.
     "Let me guess," Jim said quietly.  "It was a bust."
     "Jim . . .,"
     "A bust, Verna, like mine was last night.  A damned
disaster."
     "Was it?" Verna leaned forward, her breath hitching in her
throat.  "Was it really?"
     "Might as well have fucked a Barbie doll," he explained
morosely.
     "Suzie'll learn in time, Jim.  I was scared the first time,
scared pissless, and must've been the world's all-time worst lay."
     "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, Jim.  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 brother's candid remarks, Verna 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, Jim!  I mean, well . . . I got
carried away by things, only Carl . . . 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's seduced an innocent high school kid!"
     Jim, seeing the tears welling in his sister's eyes and the
trembling of her breasts beneath her thin sweater, reached across
the table and fondly patted her hand.  "Easy, Verna.  It's not all
that bad."
     "I don't know what to do about it, Jim.  He knows, Jim, he
knows all about what I was and still am.  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,
that it will patch up the mess I made of it last night."
     "Sweet and naive?  Why can't you just be yourself?"
     Verna 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, Sis. 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 Carl."
     "Yes, including Carl."  Jim leaned forward, looking earnestly
into his twin sister's eyes. "Listen, I'll tell you a story.  When
I was at that nudist beach summer before last, I was talking to
this married chick - hell, she was about our age now - and she
told me her sex life had improved greatly since she and her
husband had become naturists.  She said she had a good figure, and
he was glad everyone knew it belonged to him!  Men are funny that
way, and Carl's no different.  He just doesn't know it yet."
     "All right, assuming you're correct, what do I do about it?"
     "Same kind of thing I'm going to do about Sue.  I'm not going
to say I'm sorry, and I'm not going to reverse myself and suddenly
become humble and contrite.  It's up to me, and to you, to show
Suzie and Carl, that they're the ones who're all bent out of
shape!  In other words, don't try to be 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 to him how much fun it is, and how
much you love him for it!  Fuck your way to happiness!"
     Verna laughed again, this time with genuine pleasure.  "Well,
if it doesn't work, it'll be great while it lasts!"
     "That's the idea!"
     For a moment, he and Verna lapsed into silence again, and he
studied her 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 were successful, it would be one of the wildest
afternoons he could have ever dreamed of!
     He'd always harbored a secret desire to watch his twin sister
being fucked . . . to see her writhing and moaning beneath a
lustful man . . . and her conversation about last night with Carl
had sparked the obscene and perverted wish into a full-grown
demand., And if Suzie were along with him, as she more than likely
would be, the sight would blow her prudish mind!  Of course, Suzie
might object to the point of ruining everything . . . but Jim
believed the advice he'd been giving Verna, and he had the notion
that spying on another couple having intercourse might be just the
ticket to set his bride on fire with passion!
     The more he thought about it, the more he was eager to try
his scheme.  He knew that there was a good chance it would not
happen, there being too much coincidence and luck attached to it
for any guarantees, but he was determined to give it a try.  What
the hell, there was nothing to lose . . . and a lot to gain!  His
penis throbbed with depraved excitement, his mouth twisting in a
smile of sheer lechery.
     "Tell you what, Sis," he said smoothly to Verna.  "I'll host
a party tonight over at our cabin.  You know, turnabout for the
celebration you and Carl gave last night.  Only you see to it that
hubby drinks like a fish, until all of his stupid resistance is
flooded away."
     Thinking about how Carl had acted while inebriated with the
brandy and champagne, Verna saw that her brother had a good idea.
Liquor short-circuited inhibitions better than anything she knew
about - as well she should know from the times she'd gotten boiled
and then been fucked by her dates!  "But," she told her brother
sagely, "you better be the one who feeds the sauce to Carl, not I.
He'll be on his guard with me, and you're a man he'll go along
with."
     "And maybe listen to," Jim added.  "If it comes around to the
subject, I'll try and set him straight."  Then, leaning forward
more intently, he said: "Don't rest on your laurels until tonight,
though.  Get him to bang the crap out of you as soon as you go
back to your cabin!"
     "Not a chance, Jim," Verna sighed unhappily. "That bed is
strictly off-limits for sex, at least until he cools down."
     "Then take him out in the woods."
     "Up in the hills?" Verna'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, sock it to him!  He loves you, Sis; he won't be
able to say no, not once his juices start flowing.  And Christ, I
know how you operate!  You could get a corpse stiff if you put
your mind to it!"
     "How the hell do you know so much about me, anyway?" Verna
snapped, nettled by her brother's obvious education in her sexual
affairs. "I wasn't that open about my men, was I?"
     "No," Jim answered, winking good-naturedly. "No, but your men
liked to talk to me, since I'm your brother.  Or didn't you know
you were called The Well . . .?"
     "Jim!  If you ever told Carl that, I think I'd kill you!"
     "Don't worry, I won't!  But just between you and me, Sis, I
like you wild and woolly!  Face it, you're better than all the
girl's I've known, and if they like getting screwed, why shouldn't
you? Isn't that what love's all about - seeing that the one you
love is happy?  And Verna, I love you more than anybody else,
except Suzie, of course."
     "Thanks, Jim," Verna said softly, smiling tenderly at her
brother.  "That's sweet of you to say.  And I . . . I think you're
the greatest, too - outside of Carl.  Maybe . . . maybe I will try
and get him to go on a picnic with me like you suggest; I think he
needs a little outdoor recreation!"

                           *    *    *

     Young Carl Monroe studied his black-haired bride, and despite
his mixed and seething emotions, he couldn't help admiring Verna's
magnificently proportioned body.  She was sitting in a relaxed
position on a striped blanket, their picnic lunch spread around
her like an offering, and her hand was slightly stroking the stem
of her wine glass.  Golden noon sunlight filtered through the
surrounding pines and gilded her already tanned form like an
admiring spotlight from the Gods.  From where Carl stood at the
other side of the mossy clearing, the twenty-two year old girl was
the ultimate he had ever desired in a woman, and his leanly
muscular thighs throbbed with a defiant desire to once again
possess all of 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 to - 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 warm sweetness that was like
poisoned honey.  He didn't know what to do any longer.  He had
hoped that coming up in the hills as she'd suggested would somehow
provide the direction he should take, for having spent the morning
alone in the cabin had only left him confused and wretched.
     She'd tried - oh God, how Verna 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
Verna and know he loved her with all his heart, and then his
whirling mind would envision his lovely bride in the arms and bed
of another man, and he would grow cold and sick in his soul.
     Carl's inexperienced mind continually swirled with lewd
pictures of Verna and her previous, unknown lovers . . . her
curvaceous naked body displayed abandonedly for them; her svelte,
tapered legs spread and her warm, moist thighs pulsing; the hair-
fringed lips of her pink vagina quivering with fires of unrefined
lust . . . Her premarital lovers were faceless in his mind, for
all that Carl imagined were their hard, erect, cocks standing out
from their loins, their sacs of sperm-bloated testicles swinging
down between his wife's welcoming thighs as she reached out to
grasp their great throbbing penises and lead them in toward her
soft, urgently demanding cunt . . . and then the wet sluicing
sounds as the no-name men wormed their virile cocks inside the
spasming hair-fringed mouth between her wide-splayed legs, her
pussy clasping around their meaty shafts with its own volition . .
. the deep throbbing . . . the incoherent babblings as their
desire-convulsing bodies reached for the magical apex of climax .
. . and then the lewd cascade of cumming, with white-hot semen
pooling in his bride's belly with her own sexual secretions . . .
     God!  Carl clenched his eyes tightly together, unable to look
at Verna alone and expectant on the blanket.  Trembling with his
nightmarish imaginings, he swiftly turned and crouched down beside
the murmuring stream again, slowly revolving a bottle of red wine
that was in the cold water, placed there when they'd first arrived
in order to chill it.  He wished that the brook could somehow cool
the jealousy and shame which raged in his heart, and wash away the
hurt which burdened his thoughts . . .
     His lovely wife found that she was near crying, and she felt
warm tears beginning to form in her eyes as she watched her
husband at the stream.  She compressed her lips tightly,
remembering her twin brother's advice and determined that Carl
would not see her anguish. When at last Carl took the bottle out
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 him as if nothing was wrong.
     "Having a good time, honey?" she half-whispered.
     "Yeah."  His voice sounded strangely hoarse. "Yeah, a great
time, a real 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 wine?"
     "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 reflexively, as if to swallow the
words of anger and pain that were forming in his throat, trembling
as Verna slid very close to him now, the twin mounds of her near-
naked breasts touching his arm.  No brassiere - shit, she didn't
even have the modesty to cover her breasts decently.  But what
for? he thought cynically. How many men has she been naked for
already, thrusting out those magnificent breasts to be kissed and
sucked and squeezed . . .?
     Verna reached out hesitantly and stroked his bare arm,
plucking at the short sleeve of his T-shirt.  Carl 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 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 if 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 Verna,
his eyes smoldering, and said in a shaky voice:
     "How many, Verna?"
     The tone of his voice caused her heart to pound violently.
"What, honey?"
     "Don't honey me," Carl snarled.  "How many were there?"
     "Carl . . . Carl, please . . ."
     "Goddamn it!" he snapped.  "How many were there before me?"
     "We . . . we better change the subject," she said haplessly.
     "I'd hate to ruin your day with my maudlin feelings," he
replied, his words abruptly clipped. "I must seem like an idiot to
you, asking that."
     "N-No, Carl," she moaned weakly.  "No, you don't.  It's just
that I love you, I love you very much, and I . . . I hate seeing
you hurt this way. Please, can't you just forget about it?"
     "Fine, just fine," he said sarcastically.  He yanked
viciously at the cork in the bottle.  "My tender bride turns out
to have laid everything but the Atlantic Cable, but I'm suppose to
forget it.  Forgive and forget it.  Well, you're right, I will
forget that question - I doubt you've got fingers and toes enough
to count up all the men you've had before me.  But answer me this:
did you like it?"
     In spite of herself, Verna found her mind returning to some
of her boyfriends she'd known and been intimate with . . . to the
vision of spreading her legs to them and the feel of their blood-
rigid penises sawing mercilessly into her smoothly responding
cunt.  Had she liked it? Yes . . . yes, she had.  She had enough
to achieve her own climax, to cum in blinding, crashing waves and
to cry out her own fulfillment and send their flood of milky semen
deep into her belly . . .
     "Well?" Carl asked, flinging the bottle from him in
frustration.  "I asked you a question, bitch!"
     "Oh Lord, Carl, honey, don't torture me this way!"
     "You did like it, didn't you?"
     "Yes!" she blurted.  "Yes, yes!"
     "You fuckin' whore!"
     "Yes!  I'm a whore!"  The words were like 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!"
     She sobbed uncontrollably against his chest now, but he
refused to touch her.  "You act like you're proud of the fact," he
said.
     "Noooooo," she walled miserably.  "No, I'm not proud.  I love
you, and I've hurt you deeply, but . . . but this all happened
before we met, Carl, believe me, before we met.  I didn't know . .
. How could I know it would make this difference?"
     "It's the idea you let a man fuck you at all that hurts,
Verna," he said contemptuously, and goaded with righteous
indignation, he added: "And so I wasn't good enough for you last
night.  Me, who hasn't been around and cracked my nuts on other
girls, I couldn't please you last night, could I?"
     "No, Carl, no . . . I love you, I want only you . . ."
     "I was a reject!"
     Her fingers were kneading the front of his T-shirt
spasmodically now, and Verna felt a curious tingling sensation
beginning in the pit of her stomach.  "You were fine, you were
wonderful, Carl . . ."
     "Don't lie to me!" he barked scornfully.
     "You . . . you're everything I want in a man, Carl!"
     "Oh, you like to ma-masturbate better than fucking, is that
it?  Your finger 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 passion!"  The tingling was spreading, inflaming her
loins, 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 Carl, for his flesh, for his . . . his
cock inside of her.  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 . . .!
     "It was our first time, Carl," 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
bermuda shorts.  "I've had other men, it's true.  But no man like
you, Carl, 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 lushness as she squirmed her
thinly clad body eagerly against him. Involuntarily, his penis
gave a tentative spasm against his undershorts, and his testicles
contracted 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 kiss her and tell her yes, he'd forgive and
forget.  She was so damnably desirable, so . . . so damned hot!
He moistened his lips, already mentally kissing her soft-coral
lips, caressing her vibrating white breasts and tweaking the dark-
rimmed nipples he could almost see . . .
     Carl's excited cock lurched with new hunger and strained for
release against his pants.  He sucked in his breath, trying to
stiffen his resolve and reaffirm his anger, and banish the
lecherous thoughts which were betraying his mind . . . but in
spite of his best intentions, his hardened penis remained
throbbing and blood-swollen.  He looked down at Verna's wandering
hand, remembering how she'd touched his cock the night before and
wondering if his fury and wrath were making her attempt the same
thing again.  He couldn't comprehend what was happening to either
of them now; couldn't understand at all.
     "What . . . what the hell do you think you're up to, Verna?"
     "Carl . . ." she moaned soulfully.  "Oh God, Carl, I . . . I
want you so badly!"
     "What?" he asked incredulously.
     "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 open like a couple of . . . of rutting animals?"
     "Yes!  Oh Carl, yes!"
     Her hand moved to the waistband of his bermudas now, sliding
under it and the elastic top of his shorts.  She could feel the
wiry bristles of his pubic hair, and the touch of him sent ripples
of desire coursing through her veins.  Her hand dipped still
lower, contacting the head of his erection, and she ran her
fingernail over it tantalizingly.  Blood pounded through Carl's
loins, causing his cock to tremble with its hardness and palpitate
achingly under her probing caress.  Jesus!  She was stark staring
mad! This was a hundred times more sinful and debauched than
before, where at least they'd been in the privacy of their own
cabin!  His brain reeled, her fingers on him like broiling hot
irons, inflaming his genitals until arousal consumed his desire to
resist . . .
     His eyes flew guiltily around the small clearing, afraid that
her abandoned gropings would be seen.  But nobody was around . . .
they were alone, as alone as if they were in bed . . .
     "Carl," 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 twin brother had prophesied - that by
being more blatantly prurient than she'd been before, she was
awakening both Carl and herself to a passion which even she hadn't
realized existed until now!  She had to have him!  "Carl . . .
Carl, don't you want to fuck me . . .?"
     "Holy Jesus!" he gasped.  His hips began to squirm and rotate
on the blanket from her lewd ministrations 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, Carl?  Don't you . . .?"
     Verna's nimble hands continued to caress his rigid shaft,
sliding down across his swelling testicles as she ground her soft,
brassiere-less breasts against his T-shirted chest.  Her other
hand was beginning to dexterously unsnap the front of his
bermudas, widening the zippered fly so she could clasp his aching
penis more firmly. Her lips were parted and she kept running her
pink tongue wetly back and forth across them; her breath was
fervid and sweet against his face, her eyes lidded with her own
sensual appetites.
     Carl knew he should pull away from her, end this impossible
scene before it reached the point of no return.  But the prurient
pleasure of her expert manipulations rendered him frozen,
incapable of motion.  She's crazy! he thought with gathering
panic.  I married a nymphomaniac!  Playing with a man's penis
right out in the open this way!  Has she no shame . . .?
     "Tell me you do, Carl . . . Tell me you want to fuck me
before I explode!"
     "I can't!" he groaned, shaking his head with confusion.
"This is sinful, this is wrong!  You're a slut, a whore, you've
slept with dozens of other men . . ."
     "No, Carl, you're the one who's wrong," the unhappy brunette
blurted out from the pressure of her needs.  "You've been raised
to think sex is fundamentally dirty and degrading, and it's not!
It's 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?"
     "No!  Sex is not wrong by itself - but it's not as good as
with the one you love!  All right, so I've had sex with other men,
but don't you understand?  It makes me appreciate the love I have
for you, Carl!  Ohhhhhh, love me, fuck me, love meeee!"
     "God, Verna -!"
     "It's okay, honey!  Enjoy me, enjoy what I have to give!"
     "But . . . but what if somebody comes along and sees us?"
     "Nobody will," she moaned, not caring at that moment if they
were spotted.  "We're all by ourselves way up in the hills.  Just
let yourself go, honey, and tell me you love me.  Love 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 bermudas from her lewd and wanton fondlings, her lurid
arguments 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! . . . Ohhhhhhh, shit,
yes!  Yes, yes, yes!"
     Carl 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.  Verna's fingers were moving faster and faster on his
turgid penis as their tongues curled around together burning and
flicking back and forth in the rhythmic attitude of copulation.
And then she drew hers out and whispered wetly in his ear:
     "Make me naked, Carl!  Rip my clothes off! Carl, rip them off
as if I were a slut!  As if I were your own, personal whore!"
     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 cool
mountain air of the summer day.  He gropingly closed over her
miniskirt next, clutching it desperately as he fumbled with the
zipper, and when he yanked it down over her undulating buttocks
and hips, he curled his fingers so as to grab her panties as well.
She helped him remove the skirt 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 flowing secretions of
her secret vagina.
     And then she was entirely naked and splayed upon the blanket,
and his hands were on her breasts, kneading and manipulating 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 dark curls of her pubic hair, finally
sliding into the moist, trembling slit of her expectant vagina.
She whimpered in unrestrained excitement as he massaged the tiny
pulsing bud of her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.  Her
naked loins began to grind down into the blanket in wild
uncontrolled counterpoint to his lewd fingering movements between
her widespread legs.  Her head flailed 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.
     Verna continued to enfold her husband's granite-hard cock,
drawing the shaft back and forth, ticking 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 really enjoy it . . .
     "Let me teach you, Carl," she sighed up at him.  "Let me
teach you things you never knew existed before!"
     Carl ran his tongue across his lips again, finding them drier
than before.  He felt a tremor course through his loins.  Christ,
why not?  He loved her, he insanely reasoned; he'd always love
her, no matter what she was or did!  If she could show him some
things she'd learned from other men, he'd be a fool to turn it
down!  Christ he loved her!
     "Yes," he groaned in answer.  "Yes, teach me everything, 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
naked breasts across his loins as he lay on his back on the
blanket, and whispered enticingly down at him: "I want to kiss
your prick, honey. I want to kiss your lovely prick and then I
want to suck it!  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
whore to do if you were hard up!  But his own wife!  His own ever-
loving wife begging to suck his cock, right out in the middle of
nowhere!  And she wanted to . . . wanted his cock, wanted his
body, wanted him!
     "Yes!" he crooned.  "Oh Jesus, yes, baby, yes!"
     Grinning licentiously, Verna began to slide his bermuda
shorts and undershorts down off his thighs and legs, until his
blood-raging penis burst out and into the warm palm of her hand.
When his clothes were entirely off and he was naked from his T-
shirt down, she held his hardened cock claspingly for a moment,
making little animal sounds of abandoned joy deep in her chest.
She cupped his testicles in her other hand, rubbing them gently
back and forth, squeezing them very softly, making the cum build
hot and explosive in his scrotum.  Carl felt the exquisite thrill
of her ministrations 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 she'd done it to; he didn't care if
they were watched or not, or if CBS was filming it for their
evening news broadcast!  The only thing that mattered was that
Verna, luscious, desirable Verna, was playing with his cock and
balls and wanted to suck him off . . .!
     Verna poised herself 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 his glans 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 unseeing eye, and like a
charmed cobra, it seemed to sway before her face and urge her
mutely to come 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 came out with an agonizing slowness
and touched the rubbery flesh.  She began to swirl her tongue
around the opening, lapping up all the delicious liquids, her
brain surging from the electric sensation of his penis and the
salty, ambrosial tang of his seminal emission.  It was good, good,
good!  She ovalled her lips wider and took the huge bulbous head
inside her butter-soft mouth, swirling her tongue faster and
faster now over his quivering erection, causing Carl to cry out in
pure delight.
     "Ohhhh, Jesus, Verna!  Ohhhhh, 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 lust-
rigid rod of flesh into her gently nibbling mouth.
     She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles 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.  Carl flexed his
buttocks on the blanket, moaning, looking down at the cascade of
her darkly falling hair as her head bobbed up and down above his
naked loins.  He imagined her pink fleshy lips being pulled out
grotesquely, clinging to his hardened cock as she sucked
voraciously, his feverish mind churning with the lewdness of her
act.  He could feel her naked breasts dancing warmly against his
belly, and he knew that he was going to cum before very much
longer.  He could feel the surging, boiling activity 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 incredible!  He had never believed it could be like
this!
     There was nothing else in the world, in the universe for Carl
Monroe at that very instant.  He didn't see his sister or Verna's
brother stand together in the shadows of the surrounding brush; he
didn't see Suzie waver unsteadily or Jim take her arm with a
gentle tug against his body.  Even if he had seen, he wouldn't
have bothered to do anything about it.  The only thing that
existed for the twenty year old bridegroom then was the surging
cauldron of hot cum which was only seconds away from ejaculating
from his ballooning testicles . . .

                            Chapter 4

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

                            Chapter 5

     By the time the party started that evening, however, Suzie
Halford had still not come to terms with her problem.  But
thankfully, she thought as she mixed another gin-and-tonic, she
didn't seem as disturbed about it as she'd originally been.  In
fact, after the initial shock of her wantonness had worn off, she
was finding much less shame and remorse than she'd originally
feared.
     The young blonde bride leaned against the kitchenette counter
and sipped her drink, recollecting for the hundredth time since
her return to the cabin how she'd been revolted at the sight of
her brother and Verna making love on the blanket, but then had
stared in fascination, unable to tear her eyes away until her
pent-up desires had permitted Jim to take possession of her newly-
awakened flesh.  Perhaps it was as Jim said, a perfectly natural
human condition to respond erotically to the passions of others .
. . but perhaps it was some warped craving 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 naive innocence.  It seemed ironical to her that she, so
sinlessly frigid and despising sex last night, could be standing
here now even thinking in such an obscene and earthen manner!
     It was dark outside now, and the party which had begun at
dusk had moved inside the tiny cabin.  Jim, Carl, and Verna were
sitting on the overstuffed couch at the moment, laughing and
chattering, their stomachs filled with the thick, juicy pepper
steaks she had grilled, and with the foil-wrapped potatoes and a
green salad which had accompanied them.  Suzie took a heavy
swallow of her drink as she glanced over them, and made a face;
she had mixed it exceptionally strong without realizing it.  Well,
what difference did it make?  She was starting to enjoy herself
now, much more than she had supposed she would, and she didn't
want the pleasantly euphoric effect of the considerable amount of
alcohol she'd consumed to diminish any.  Things were running along
smoothly, and that was such a godsend that she didn't care to have
anything change.
     She stood at the kitchenette for another moment, careful not
to bump the stack of dirty dishes piled behind her in the sink,
and hummed to the music coming from Jim's cassette player. It was
one of those portable jobs that ran on batteries, and she was glad
that he'd remembered to pick up fresh batteries along with the
groceries and booze.  When the song ended, Jim got up and put in
another cartridge, then went over to prod the blaze in the
fireplace.  The flames leapt higher with a crackle and pop, adding
a warmth and intimacy to the otherwise darkened living room.
     Such a peaceful scene, so serene and pleasant, Suzie thought.
Who, coming upon us here, would ever suspect that this afternoon I
watched my own sister-in-law sucking and then fucking my brother,
and was screwed half to death at the same time!  Come on, gal,
mustn't think that way . . . it's a nice get-together, a nice
respite from all the pressures and the physical awakenings which
have been running rampant through my body and mind of late.  It's
a nice party . . . a simple, wholesome party . . .
     She was about to go over to join the others, when abruptly
Carl and Verna got up to dance. Low, slow-rhythmed music filled
the room with almost a fog of violins and muted brass, and the
fire was slowly dying again into a bank of glowing embers which
made deep, sliding shadows against the walls and ceiling.  Jim,
having replaced the poker, walked over to his bride and smiled at
her.
     "Something the matter, Suzie?"
     "What?  Oh no, no nothing."
     "You've been standing here all alone for some time."
     "I've been thinking about all the dishes I have to wash," she
said with a laugh.  "Not that it hasn't been worth it!"
     "A delicious dinner, rosebud.  How about a dance?"
     "No . . . not yet, darling."
     "Oh, come on.  Carl and Verna are having fun."
     Having fun . . .  The same kind of phrase as he'd used before
to rationalize lovemaking in the woods!  And, as Suzie looked at
the dancing couple, it was almost as if they were copulating again
before her eyes.  They were as close together as they could get,
embracing each other passionately, Carl grinding his pelvis into
his wife's abdomen while she thrust her breasts into his chest!
But . . . it did look like fun!
     Jim caught on to what Suzie was staring at, and chuckled.
"Don't get upset, rosebud.  That's just Verna's way of dancing -
one of them, leastways."  He held out his hand.  "C'mon, like we
did before.  Let's copy them!"
     Suzie found it difficult to walk steadily after drinking so
heavily, and she swayed noticeably as she left the support of the
kitchenette counter.  Jim calmly enveloped her in his strong arms
and held her close, and she in turn found it easier to hold onto
him with her arms about his waist and her head against his chest
for support. The music flowed like soft wine around her ears and
she shut her eyes, dreaming of dancing naked with him like this.
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 alcoholically relaxed young
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.
Suzie snuggled closer, nuzzling his shirt . . .
     Carl, drifting past Suzie and Jim, couldn't help noticing how
close they were together.  His heart warmed with gladness, happy
that they were as much in love and happy with one another as he
and Verna were.  What a difference that afternoon in the woods had
made!  He'd never be jealous of Verna's past affairs again, not if
they were responsible for having produced the seething and
passionate woman she was today, with him!  Even now she seemed to
be intent only on making love to him, and the tingling in his
penis at the thought of once more entering that wild pussy of hers
was making it grow into a hard erection.  He knew he should calm
down, that it would be very embarrassing if Jim or his sister
caught sight of his bulging pants . . . but no matter how he
willed his penis down, it refused to go limp.  Verna wasn't
helping the situation, either, all but raping him on the dance
floor with his clothes on!  On and on her belly and hips writhed
against him, brushing teasingly against the stiffened outline of
his cock.  Her muscles seemed to linger there, massaging gently,
slowly in time to the music, sending burning ripples of renewed
passion surging through his loins . . .
     "Honey?" she breathed in his ear.  "Honey, having a good
time?"
     "Yeah!" he answered hotly.  "I'm having a fine time!"
     "Mmmm, good!  I love dancing.  Any kind of dancing.  It
always gets me so excited!"
     "Is that why . . . you go-go danced in Fresno?" he asked,
finally broaching a subject which his mother had made life
miserable over. "I know you did . . ."
     She giggled lightly, teasingly.  "I was going to tell you
tonight.  I mean, it was nothing to be ashamed about . . . but I
knew you'd disapprove."
     "Once, I would've," Carl agreed.  "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!"
     "The dance of the seven veils?" he quipped.
     "Who needs veils, honey . . .?"
     Verna's nimble, lithe body continued to caress him, and she
undulated against his loins and chest, pressing her soft breasts
and rounded hips 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.  Carl knew he should pull back from her
before Jim or Suzie saw the erection she was causing him to have,
but the salacious pleasure of her expert rhythm rendered him
incapable of doing it.  All he could do was hold her tighter and
slowly turn with the beat of the music and feel his penis grow and
grow and grow . . .
     Eventually the music ended, and the two dancing couples
drifted apart.  They all sat back down on the couch, and since
their drinks were mostly empty, Jim proposed another round. Suzie
said she'd fix them, but Verna jumped up and quickly offered to be
substitute hostess. When she served 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, ain't she, Carl?"
     Carl grinned broadly and said expansively: "Sure is!"
     "She always was a show-off, even when we were kids in grammar
school," Jim chuckled fondly.  "Always strutting and parading
around like a little teaser.  That's why she digs dancing so much,
Carl, because she likes to show off."
     Verna laughed good-naturedly at her brother'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 in the hills today."
     There was a shattering moment of silence after that lewd
revelation, which somehow seemed to Suzie to be the loudest sound
she'd ever heard in her life.  She blanched absolutely white,
numbly sitting between Carl and Jim, head bowed and her breath
caught in her lungs. Carl looked as if his jaw had suddenly fallen
to the floor, and Verna 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?" Carl finally managed to gasp out.  "What
are you saying, Jim!  Did you . . .?  Were you . . .?"
     "Uh-huh, we did.  We even saw Verna giving you a blow-job!"
     For the first time, Suzie ventured to look up. Her twin
brother was staring at her, absolutely crimson in the face, his
mouth working but without making any noise.  The only sound was
coming from Verna, 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 things we've ever
seen!  Why, it was so hot, we fucked right there in the bushes
while we watched!  Yeah!  Me and Suzie!  Jesus!"
     This was too much for Suzie to bear, and unable to control
herself, she moaned: "Oh, please forgive me!  I . . . I don't know
what I was doing!  It was a mistake, a horrid mistake!"
     "I . . . I . . ."  Carl choked, almost purple now.  "Some
mistake!"
     Verna threw her head back and her giggle turned into a rich,
hearty laugh.  "The hell it was a mistake!  Oh, this is a
fracture!  You set the whole damned thing up, didn't you, Jim?
You set it up when we 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 never
done that before, screwing in front of others.  But now that I
think about it . . . Damnit, Jim, you should have told me what you
were up to!  I think I'd have gotten a real kick out of knowing
you were there!"
     Carl, 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!"
     "Oh, I don't know," Jim answered calmly.  "I thought it was
kind of fun, personally."
     "You . . . you bastard!"
     "Oh, sit down and cool off," Jim retorted, his voice suddenly
authoritarian and full of control. "And you, Suzie, don't make
excuses.  You had fun, too, if only you'd be grown-up enough to
admit it."
     Carl stood trembling violently, staring wildly at his sister,
who sat miserably on the couch, immobile as if in a catatonic
state, then at his bride, who was still bubbling with mirth as if
the whole affair was some delightful prank; and then at Jim, who
snapped again: "Sit down!"
     Carl slumped back on the 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 in a way though I
didn't know what would happen for sure.  I did it for the kicks,
that's true; but I also did it to prove a lesson to you and Suzie.
I liked it, Verna likes it now that she knows, and damnit, if you
two would be honest with yourselves, you'd realize you could like
it, too." He paused to let his words sink in to Carl and Suzie.
"The trouble with both of you is that you were raised
puritanically, where innocence and modesty were virtues, and sex
was only 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," Suzie suddenly said,
a certain newfound courage seeping into her heart.  "I know that I
. . . liked watching, and well, it didn't hurt anybody and I love
you just as much as ever.  More, considering how I reacted.  Last
night, when it was proper for me to experience sex, I still
couldn't bring myself to let go.  It took what you did, Jim, a
morally forbidden act, to open up this whole wonderful world to
me."
     Carl studied his pretty twin sister, considering her
confession and the words Verna had thrown at him about her
previous love affairs.  He realized to his chagrin that the
puritan sterility of his soul had caused him to burst out so
angrily, and after another moment's pondering, he slowly stood up
and went to his wife.  He kissed Verna tenderly on the mouth and
announced: "Then . . . I'm glad we were there for you to see.  I
got a bang out of . . . fucking Verna, and if you two got your
jollies from it, who am I to complain?  What the hell, I'd
probably like watching you making love as well!"
     "You might just get that chance," Jim mumbled under his
breath, too low for anybody to hear.  Then, louder, he said: "Then
with that out in the open, let's say we get the party going again!
How about some more dancing!  Verna? What's you say about doing
one of your special dances for us, just to show there're no ah . .
. hard feelings!"
     Verna giggled again, her eyes flashing with excitement.
"That depends on my husband! What do you say, Carl?"
     Carl, new paths of sensuality steaming through his mind with
the vivid thoughts of how he and Verna must have looked naked and
fucking, took a deep swallow of his drink.  He smiled
encouragingly at her then nodding his agreement.  "Sure, why not?
Something hot, baby!  Like you promised me!"
     "Ahhhhhh!" Verna sighed happily, stretching her voluptuous
body and smiling cattishly.  "I'll do one that'll curl your hair!
Like you said, honey, why the hell not?  Everybody here has
already seen me in the buff!"
     God!  Did that mean she was going to do a strip right down to
nothing?  A naked dance? Already Carl'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 Suzie and Jim, catching the significance of the word
like, laughed along with him. "Okay, you rats," Verna said,
swinging her long silken hair with a toss of her head.  "I'll do
my special dance.  In honor of this afternoon in the woods!"
     "Yehhhh, do your stuff, Sis!" Jim yelled encouragingly.
     The young woman basked in their frank adulation, swirling to
the center of the living room floor where the glowing fire
outlined her body in a bath of orange-gold.  Her tongue nipped out
and moistened her lips as she undulated provocatively in a dance
step neither her husband or Suzie had ever seen before. There was
a moment of hesitance as if Verna had second thoughts about doing
this 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 lift the
sweater over her head in full view of the three others sitting
breathlessly on the couch.
     Suzie could hear her brother suck in his breath as he watched
his bride's seductive strip.  She, too, stared in frozen awe as
Verna's voluptuously rounded breasts quivered into 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, Verna
continued to undress, unzipping the side of her mini-skirt and
letting it drop.  She stepped out of it, almost naked now in her
brief pair of sheer pink panties.  Teasingly, Verna turned around
to the audience and bent in slow motion, presenting the erotic
view of her tight round buttocks 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 breasts to the soft dark curls of her pubic hair.
     Suzie Halford was momentarily shocked by Verna's complete
strip-tease just as she had been when she'd seen her sister-in-law
naked in the woods that afternoon.  But she forced down her
qualms, remembering Jim's lewd words and willing her mind to
forget her parents' training so she could become as 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 took repeatedly large swallows of her gin-and-tonic,
captivated from the building sexual stimulation that indulging in
something forbidden gives.
     "You like me?" Verna asked provocatively, cupping her two
breasts with the palms of her hands and presenting them toward her
watching husband.
     "Yeah!  Yeah!" Carl panted.  He grinned at her fatuously, no
longer concerned that she was displaying herself naked in front of
his sister and her brother.  They'd seen her naked; there was no
longer any reason for false modesty!  Besides, Jim was right, this
was a hell of a kick!  "I love you!"
     "There's more to come, honey!" She giggled then.
     Undulating her taut, lithe buttocks like a fan dancer in a
burlesque house, the naked bride gradually slid down to the grass
matting, until she was stretched out on her back against the
floor.  She stretched her muscles with a sigh of pure wantonness,
her curvaceous legs scissoring open to lewdly expose the swollen
pink lips of her vaginal slit.  Her bare feet were pointed
directly at the couch, and rapidly growing desire reflected in her
eyes as she smiled up between her breasts and winked at the
heavily breathing trio.
     Suzie stared shamelessly at her sister-in-law's hair-fringed
pussy, and the burning sensation which bubbled in her loins 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 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 Suzie 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 "vee" of 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 cease!
     There was Verna, naked as a newborn babe and reveling in her
blatancy.  Carl 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
herself to everybody's feasting eyes!  And . . . And Lord! The
lurid idea was strangely alluring to her the more she watched . .
. alluring enough to seriously consider it!
     Blushing from the very indecency of her temptations, Suzie
compromised what she should do.  She dropped her free hand to
cover her husband's, allowing Jim to continue teasing her vaginal
crevice 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. Suzie bit her lip and glanced at
Carl to see if he showed any signs of awareness, but his eyes were
completely riveted on his writhing, squirming wife on the rug.
Her husband's fingers moved in tiny taunting circles and up and
down, a titillating addition to the depraved woman lying before
them, and Suzie didn't think she could fight another moment!  She
was ready to leap right out there with Verna, if it would quench
the fire raging through her involuntarily contracting vagina!  So
much had been happening since they arrived at Fredag Lodge, so
many new things to absorb - it was too much to take!  Her flesh
moist with perspiration, the humiliated girl continued to watch
her nakedly undulating sister-in-law . . .
     Verna was writhing more abandonedly now, running the palms of
both hands across the tender plane of her flat belly as she
groaned softly from her own arousing touch.  Her fingertips came
to rest at the tip of her swollen vaginal lips, and mewling
sensuously, she pulled her legs up and let them fall wide apart so
that all of her glistening pink cuntal mound was spread obscenely
open to her excited viewers. The black-haired bride's hands
crawled down to the thinly hair-covered lips of her pussy and
spread them slowly apart, her probing fingers working inside the
moist rounded edges of her contracting vagina.  Then she slipped
her middle finger deep up inside the tiny wet hole of her pussy
with a soft little sucking sound, a moaning sigh of pleasure
purring from her parted lips.
     Frozen wide-eyed to the couch, Suzie gasped in stunned,
embarrassed disbelief at the obscene spectacle of her brother's
wife finger-fucking herself in front of everybody.  But her own
corrupting husband had successfully turned his once-virginal
sweetheart into a loose bundle of raw nerve-ends, incapable of
controlling the sexual stimulus.  And the lurid sight of Verna
Halford Monroe masturbating on the floor filled Suzie with a warm,
pulsing response she could feel all the way into the sensitive
crevice between her legs despite her unwillingness to allow it.
She could sense other small pinpricks of delicious sensation
shooting through her breasts, and she labored for breath,
squirming harder in a determined effort to overcome her wickedly
mounting desires.
     She felt Jim becoming more restless than ever, beside her on
the couch, 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 blouse was opened down and away from
her body before she had fully realized what was happening.  Jim
slid his hand along the golden-tan 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," Suzie 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, worming into the warm moist channel of her cunt!  Was
there no end to his madness? Did he want to . . . to make love to
her right here in front of Verna and Carl?
     Desperately she squirmed against his hand, holding her breath
as her entire body quivered to the lewd impaling of her wetly
welcoming vagina.  She could feel her cuntal secretions flowing
unwantedly over his palm as he held her panty crotchband aside and
ground his middle finger deeper up into her 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 hills.  But then it had been different . . . at
least then they had been alone, even if the other couple hadn't!
Suzie jumped forward as his hand curled further under her
buttocks, parting the soft, swollen lips of her vagina while it
teasingly snaked its way further up inside the tight warm opening
of her desire-inflamed cunt.  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 rounded
cheeks of her buttocks.  She struggled futilely, her every move
only seeming to impale his gently thrusting middle finger deeper
into the sensitive mouth of her vagina with searing tingles of
sensation.  A cool rush of air hit her exposed loins, 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 Verna was now - or at least, where it
counted the most!  Her blouse billowed open, spread wide by the
firm, pointing mounds of her 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 blonde curly hair of her vaginal mound covered
only by the lewdly erotic hand that was expanding her tight pink
cuntal mouth!  His maddening caresses on her naked breasts and the
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 as he'd won that afternoon,
and she might just as well submit to her traitorously betraying
body and fuck and grovel alongside Verna on the carpet.  What
would Carl say if she did?  Lord, the very debasing scandal of her
brother watching her being fucked by Jim sent rockets of
masochistic sensation shooting through her blood!  She turned her
attention back to Verna spread-leggedly fingering herself, waiting
with nervous anticipation of her own ravaged emotions for what
would happen next . . .

                            Chapter 6

     The black-haired bride of Carl Monroe had become possessed,
and was now fucking three of her fingers up between her open
thighs.  Her eyes were clenched shut as she writhed on the floor
beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion.  The
rapid rhythm drove moans of delight from deep in her throat as her
fingers sank up into the tight quivering little circle of her
cunt, making obscene wet slushing noises as she pushed them in and
out.  Her face was flushed as she strained for her climax . . .
but her fingers were not enough.  Her head rolled from side to
side, her long black hair flying in her frustration.
     "Ohhhhhh, I want more!  I want more!  Carl! Carl!  Finish me!
Finish my dance!"
     Still the frantic Verna 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 . . . but that
time, he hadn't known anybody was watching! If he did it this
time, it would be with full intent and knowledge!  He stared at
his lewdly finger-fucking bride, remembering watching her on the
couch last night as she'd relieved herself the same way with her
fingers, and he blushed slightly at the guilty thought that it had
been his own inability which had forced her to do it then.  God .
. . but could he help her now . . .?
     "Go on, Carl, go on," he heard Jim's urgent voice call from
the couch.  "Go on and fuck my sister!  Hell, your sister wants a
bone thrown to her too, y'know!"
     Carl, his eyes like saucers, glanced over his shoulder at the
couple on the couch.  "You mean . . . you mean Suzie?  We . . .
we'll all do it together?"
     "Well, look at her, you idiot!  Doesn't she look ready
enough?"
     Damn but she did!  The carnal sight of his all-but-naked twin
sister aroused the blond husband to a fever pitch of excitement!
She was mewling silently under the rocking, thrusting finger of
her husband, molding her slender nubile body up against Jim's
hands on her breasts and pussy, and shit!  Shit, he wanted to see
her get fucked too!  He wanted to fuck Verna and watch his lovely
sensual sister being fucked by Jim at the same time, and oh God,
it was enough to make his head spin!
     "Carrrrrlll . . ." came a lust-drunken voice from the floor,
and once again he turned to stare at his voluptuous bride.
     "There, you see?  We're all primed and ready, Carl!  Go get
her!" Jim chuckled openly, his eyes glittering with depraved
sensuality as he watched Carl shedding his clothes as fast as he
could.
     "I'm coming, baby!" Carl yelled at his wife. "Just hold off,
and I'll show you how to really dance hot!"
     "Ohhhhhh, hurry lover!" Verna sighed. "Hurry!"
     Suzie, 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
brother kneeling lovingly between Verna's quivering thighs,
laughing gleefully as he watched her masturbating close up.  The
lush dark growth of her pubic hair was soaked and gleaming in the
firelight with her vagina secretions, and was obscenely spread
back from the narrow, finger-filled slit of her soft pink vagina.
     "Hey, wait for me, baby!" he said, arching over her now.
     "Ohhhhh, fuck me!  Fuck me!" Verna mewled pleadingly.  She
pulled her vaginal lips back with her fingertips so that her
cuntal slit 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 penis
raced to her full depths of her belly, battering against her
cervix. Verna gave a low, animal-like cry, pushing and shoving
harder up against his loins, and uncontrollably, Carl reached
under her and between her buttocks while he drove his skewering
cock deeper up into her pliant cunt. He stretched the crevice of
her buttocks, searching with his middle finger for the puckered
little circle of her anus, 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 matting, squealing
with the sudden pain of his entry.
     "Aaaauuuggg!" she yelled.  "It hurts!  It hurts but I love it
in my ass!  More!  More!"
     Jim was up off the couch by this time, hastily taking off his
clothes.  Suzie looked at his massive erection as he bared his
hirsute loins, her face contorting with passion at its naked
sight, eager once again to feel all of its thick, hard flesh
spearing into her pussy.
     "What are we waiting for, rosebud?" 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 floor beside them!"
     "Yes," Suzie mewled, watching her brother now as he fucked
wildly into his bride. "Anything you want . . . anything at all.
Only . . ."
     "Yessss . . .?" Jim asked, leading her out to where she could
stretch out beside the avidly fucking couple.  "What is it,
Suzie?"
     "Only . . ." she shuddered.  "Only promise me that you'll
fuck me the way Carl is doing! With your finger shoved in my ass
at the same time!"
     "It's a deal!"
     Sighing, Suzie spread her legs wide 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 brother saw her
this way were vanished now in the heat of the occasion, and she
let a soft moan of desire escape from her lips while she squirmed
her buttocks down on the matting, inciting his lustful prowess
further.
     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 eat
your pussy a little!"
     Suzie 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 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, rosebud!  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 her vagina.
     Suzie jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from her
constricted lungs.  Her buttocks ground down into the cabin floor,
trying to escape the maddening assault on her trembling cuntal
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 misery and shame, her head up
off the rug and staring in horrified disbelief down between her
breasts at this perversion which was happening to her.  His,
tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of
her vaginal crevice, just as her brother's cock was pumping into
Verna's cunt right beside her.  She had always considered this to
be as wicked and debasing an act as for a woman to kiss a man's
penis . . . but now, even though she felt shame and revulsion 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 firm
full breasts jiggled slightly from the buffeting her body was
undergoing, long low whines of anguish coming from her firmly
clenched lips.
     Jim reached up over the smooth plane of her rippling belly,
his fingers rolling the hardened nipples of her breasts with
unrelenting passion. As his mouth and lips worked slavishly in
depraved subjugation at the wide-splayed tightness of her cunt,
his eyes remained opened wide, watching in arrogant delight the
contortions of his bride's young face.  He was waiting . . .
waiting as he had this afternoon in the forest, for the signs of
sexual surrender that would mean her total submission to lust.
And he was sure, as sure as he'd been when he'd fucked her then,
that they would soon be coming . . .
     Suzie'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 attack, and
despite the horror at what she was being forced to accept in front
of the others, she felt her body slowly beginning to desert her.
Her buttocks jerked upward responsively, involuntarily pressing
against the wet darting tongue, sending spasms of delicious
sensation coursing through her seething blood.
     "It can't be, it can't be . . ."  The cruel realization of
her loss of control hit the spread-eagled blonde girl with its
full impact, bringing further cries of humiliation and anguish at
the thought.  Not only was she committing the lewd act of fellatio
with Jim - but she was actually starting to like it!  This was
worse than her submission 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
naked moist vagina 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 into her
loins.  She could clearly see in the flickering light of the fire
the writhing young bodies of her brother and Verna, and the erotic
sight of their naked coupling only spurred her on.
     Oh my god, I'm watching Carl fuck while he watches my cunt
being sucked!  And beside her, her twin was staring at his sister
while he sawed his hardened penis in and out of his own wife's
sensitive pussy.  Faster and faster he went, rotating his finger
deeper up inside her clasping anus, his testicles tingling with
his impending climax, his own excitement increasing a hundredfold
by the prurient sight of his twin sister's blonde loins being
licked and sucked to a desperate surrender.
     Suzie felt her entire vagina helplessly secreting a continual
flow of passionate juices.  The impossible sensations of delight
which Jim was causing between her legs, and the close-up view of
her brother's cock rampaging into Verna's lust-lubricated 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 than Verna's fingers had been able to satisfy her 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 . . .?
     Carl was moaning on the floor now, moaning in unbridled lust.
"I . . . I'm going to cum! Ohhhh yes!"
     "Now, now, now!" Verna chanted, pulling back her thighs to
present the whole of her pink vaginal slit to his craving cock.
She squirmed beneath him, her pussy in a lewd dance of abandoned
ecstasy.  Then she gave a high-pitched banshee howl and she locked
her legs around him, her loins jerking spasmodically against his
thighs.  "Nowwwwww!"
     Carl groaned and tensed his body, and unending waves of lust-
heated semen gushed hotly from the opening in his penis, pouring
into her tight-gripping cunt in a seemingly endless flow.  I want
to be fucked, I want to be fucked his sister's mind sang as she
watched their climaxes.  Suzie willed the grinding bodies of Carl
and Verna not to cease until she had been able to reach her orgasm
with them.  But it was not to be.  She moaned aloud as she saw in
the fire's wavering light her brother's penis 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, dark-haired pubic slit as he fell back on the carpet,
exhausted.
     The sights and sounds of their impassioned orgasms made,
Suzie's naked body twitch and writhe uncontrollably.  This was
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 buttocks up tight against Jim's
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, ohhhh!  Fuck me now! Please . . . please
fuck me now!  Somebody fuck me!  I want cock!  Cock!" the desire-
crazed young bride begged gasping.  She was hardly human as she
twisted and contorted, spreading her legs wide 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!"
     Carl breathed the words in an explosion of breath as he
stared in the dimly-lit living room, seeing the writhing couple on
the floor next to him.  His jaw hung stack in wonderment and awe.
Verna, resting on her knees beside him now, looked lingeringly on
the carnal activity of her twin brother and Suzie.  It was worse
than she'd imagined . . . or should she say better?  Suzie's legs
were banded 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 buttocks abandonedly,
her pussy glistening in the dim light, and Jim pumped into her
vagina with his tongue as if his cock grew out of his mouth!
     Suzie 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 driving into her from below.
     "Hot damn," she heard a voice like her brother's exclaim,
"look at Suzie go!"
     "She sure looks tender to me," a Verna-voice laughed
delightedly.  "I can't wait to see your sister being screwed by
Jim!  Look at the way her cunt is climbing 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 blonde girl 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 degradation . . . and the lewd fires of her uncontrolled
lusts that had been irrevocably released burned brighter than ever
in her pulsating cunt.  God almighty!  This wasn't fair of Jim!
The demons driven by this honeymoon of perversion and depravity
were dancing faster about the smooth pink edges of her well-
tongued vagina!  She tried to pull her husband over her, to get
him inside of her, but he resisted as though his mouth was riveted
to her loins.  But another man was there, his face above hers, and
she raised her head so that her eyes could focus on his long heavy
penis jutting from his kneeling body over her.  Forgotten was her
humiliation, her fears, her morality, or who this man was!  The
devils danced!  She needed but one thing now; she needed that
cock!  More than anything else in the world she needed that
magnificent cock 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,
Suzie began to suck 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 tiny cabin.  It was like a giant stab of some sharp-
bladed sword directly to her heart, making her gasp for breath and
release her liquid caress of the penis in her mouth.
     "Sis!  Oh Jesus, Suzie!  Sister!"
     Horrified, Suzie 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 twin brother!
     "Sis!" Carl cried out again, his voice choked in disbelief.
"What . . . what are you doing to me?"
     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 brother!  She was
giving Carl a blow-job while I ate her cunt!"  He started to
laugh, making the scene that much more of a nightmare for the
distraught young girl.  She shrieked: "Stop it! Stop it!" and
thrashed herself free of his arms and mouth.  All thought of sex
evaporated . . . all licentious dreams of orgiastic delight ended
in that single hoarse shout of her twin brother.
     "I . . . I didn't know what you were going to do," Carl said
incredulously.  "I mean . . . it was so sudden!"
     Tears - hot, stinging tears of shame and remorse - filled
Suzie's eyes and poured down her cheeks.  She rolled to her knees
and faced her brother, still speechless, still without comforting
phrases that would explain away her incestual urge.  "Ohhhhh,
Carl!" she finally wailed and threw herself in his arms.  "Please
forgive me, Carl.  I . . . I didn't know either!  I was wild!  I
was . . . was sick!"
     Carl, shocked and yet filled with compassion and love for his
twin sister, gently stroked her naked back, trying to tell her not
to cry, that he understood.  Neither he nor Suzie cared about
their bewildered spouses, who were looking at them with complete
astonishment, not about anything else except the bond of affection
between them.
     "Sis, I . . ." Carl began, and then he faltered.
     Suzie 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 brother's penis, there was
still an undeniable aura of protective love and safeness, a
soothing familiarity to holding Carl tightly to her.
     Carl as well, sensed this overpowering 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 sister tighter, feeling her taut breasts
heaving against his chest and her tears on his neck and shoulder.
"Gee, Sis," he said softly, now rubbing his fingers through her
blonde hair.  "It's okay.  It's okay."
     "Jesus, would you look at them!" whispered Verna in surprise.
She sat close by them, legs drawn up and held by her hands.
"Jesus," she repeated.
     Jim shook his head and crawled over to her. He could see the
dark enticing valley of her cunt through her legs, and although
the sudden happening had caught him unaware, he was still full of
sexual desire.  He smiled at his sister.  "I never expected this
to happen!"
     Carl and Suzie swayed, and then they slowly, very slowly
slipped down on the carpet.  She moved so that she lay beside him,
nestled in the warmth and security of his arms, and as her crying
became whimpering, she stared 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 form 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 brother's penis began to fill
out from its sudden limpness caused by the shock of having his
sister 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 belly to throb mercilessly against
her skin.
     "Hey, 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 Suzie with passion. She now wanted sex again, her
cunt, left unsatiated moments before, now ached for a man, the
trigger of Carl's lewdly erecting penis causing her rising desire.
     "Carl . . ." she moaned, trying to fight her gathering lust
for him.  She squeezed her saliva-moistened pussy 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 twin brother as well!  His
penis was excited into hardness by being held by his own sister.
No!  No!  This is terribly wicked!  Not with your own brother!
Not with darling Carl!  But Lord, my cunt is on fire!
     She moved her hand along his trembling chest and belly,
lightly stroking his firm young skin 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 blonde
pubic hair.  Oh God, this is the vilest sin of all!  I can't be
doing this . . . but I want to . . . I want to touch my twin
brother's penis . . . yes, yes, be honest with yourself . . .
you've probably wanted to for all the years you've been growing up
together . . . you've wanted your brother sexually . . .!
     I want my twin brother to fuck me!
     Suzie groaned in helpless surrender to the rising demands of
her body, and she plunged down to take Carl's throbbing penis in
her fingers and stroke the firm, resilient flesh.  Carl choked on
his own gasping breath, but made no move to resist.  Instead, he
crushed himself against his sister, kissing her passionately on
her lips and breasts, moving his hands freely along her buttocks
and thighs.
     "My God, Sis, I . . . I never dreamed . . . I never realized
it could be this way . . . so good . . . don't stop . . . don't
stop . . .!"
     "Never, brother!" she whispered.  "Never, darling brother!"
     The warmth of his lovely cock spread like wild-fire through
her loins, and then Carl's hand was on one of her firm, trembling
breasts while the other began to slide wetly in and out of her
welcoming cunt.
     "Goddamn it, Suzie!" he hissed, "I can't stand it!  I . . .
want you!  I want you, Sis, I want to fuck you!"
     "I know!  I want you the same way!  Of course, we would want
it together . . . we're twins, aren't we?"
     The words surged through her, the sensations of illicit
desire almost sending her in orgasm then and there.  She rose up
and straddled her brother looking down at his heavily panting
body.  The tip of his penis quivered just below her pussy.  He
jerked upwards and its smooth, rubbery tip rubbed against the
softness of her silky pubic hair.  Then he heaved upwards,
grinding deep into his sister's involuntarily resisting cunt,
impaling her far more than she had estimated with her own flesh
and blood!
     "Ohhhhh," Suzie 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.  "Ohhh please!  Please fuck me
good!  Ohhh, I never imagined it could be so nice as this!"
     Carl began a slow, revolving motion with his loins, butting
his pelvis tightly against her naked vagina.  His hand played
along her undulating buttocks and teased around the tiny puckered
anus, and he felt her hair-lined pussy lips with his other
fingers, fondling the gently contracting lips and bringing further
mewls of pleasure from his sister's lips.  He could feel the ever-
widening passage of her greedy cunt milking at his cock in
incestual need as he continued to plunge in and out . . .
     Neither of them took any notice of Verna as she gasped out to
Jim: "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 back, just watching, even if it is
brother and sister!"
     Verna's eyes lowered involuntarily at the sound of his words,
seeing her own twin's blood-rigid penis extending outward from his
loins, standing immobile and proudly erect there.  Her breath
caught in her throat.  "Jim." she whimpered.  "Oh, Jim . . . !"
     Jim, still infused with the sight of his bride and Carl's
lewd performance inches from his eyes, began to unconsciously
knead Verna's shoulders and sides, and then over her bare belly,
pulling her tighter against his naked hip. Verna could feel the
heat of his masculine flesh, and she squirmed eagerly against his
buttocks.
     "Oh shit, look at them go!" her brother hissed, his mind an
independent entity of its own.  "Look at the two of them fuck!"
     Jim's large hands encircled Verna's heaving breasts 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 desires.  She saw the nipples rise under her brother's
kneading fingers, growing firm and hard, and she moaned slightly,
her hips starting tc gyrate where she sat.  She heard him talking,
telling her how wild it was to watch and what a hard-on he had
because of it, and all the while he stroked her shoulders and arms
and sides and breasts, stroked the stiffened nipples and down
along her smooth tanned belly to touch the first downy hairs of
her pussy, moving his busy hands around and down his sister's
flanks and then bringing them back up again.
     Even as he fondled Verna and stared tormentedly, Jim could
not believe the licentious orgy in front of him.  God!  Suzie, his
wife, getting fucked by her own brother!  The sight and sounds of
their torrid incest filled his brain, making it swirl with
insanity.  He'd never contemplated such debauchery, such depravity
- and his innocent, puritanical bride was at the very core of it!
Her wild moans of passion were more than he could tolerate!
     "Goddamn!" he groaned, turning to his sister. "I can't take
any more of this!  I want you, Verna!"
     "I know!  I want you too, Jim!"
     "I want, to . . . want to . . ." he gulped, stammering.
     "Yes!  Yes!  You want to fuck me, brother!"
     "Hell yes!" he gasped breathlessly.  "Right here with them!
Right here so we can watch Sue and Carl screwing each other!"
     "And I . . . want to watch too!" Verna groaned, ashamed at
her own burgeoning need to be possesses by her brother.  "Fuck me
while I'm kneeling, so we can both see!"
     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 penis with his other.  He spread her kneeling
thighs wider with his own legs as he shuffled forward, and his
sister tensed in wanton anticipation of his entry, reaching back
with one hand to gently pull apart her buttocks of her own accord,
disclosing the dark, still more depraved ring of her anus.
     Around her openly exposed rectal entrance, which seemed so
tender and vulnerable to Jim's beady gaze, were a few stray black
hairs from her cunt, and as she undulated her buttocks for 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, Sis?  How'd you like being fucked
in the asshole!  That's show them a thing or two, eh?"
     Verna stiffened for a brief moment at the corrupting
suggestion.  But the sight of her husband humping madly up into
his sister's kneeling body, and the feel of her own twin brother's
hard, unresisting cock in the crevice of her buttocks, sent more
ripples of abandoned desire surging through her nerves.
     She turned her head slightly and hissed back: "Go ahead!
I've never had it that way before, and it'd be kinda nice if you
were the first!  Go ahead, fuck me in the ass, brother!"
     Breathing raggedly with the inflamed lust at her acquiescing
words, Jim began to stroke his sister's soft white buttocks with
one hand, teasing her rectum with the tip of his middle finger.
He enjoyed the first moans of pleasure which were gurgling from
Verna's throat, and slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted his finger
into her anal opening.  He remembered how much she'd wanted Carl
to shove his finger in her anus while he'd been fucking her, so
now Jim wriggled his finger deeply around inside, drawing greater
whimpers of increasing delight from his sister's throat.  He
released his cock then and used both hands to draw wide apart the
glistening moons of her uptilted buttocks, stretching the rubbery
opening wide with his 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 anal
ring.
     Verna was trembling with a mixture of cringing apprehension
and intense, lusting anticipation.  She could feel the huge,
bulbous head of her brother's cock resting at her anal opening,
and she thought: It's going to hurt!  It's going to hurt like hell
when he shoves his prick inside my ass!  But I don't care!  I want
it to hurt, I want Jim to fuck me there!  God, I'm so hot I can't
stand it . . . I can see Carl there, fucking Suzie's pussy,
reveling in it, and it's making me -
     "Argggggg!" she screamed suddenly, shutting off all her
thoughts as a violent, shuddering pain ripped through her bending
body.  With a brutal forward thrust, Jim had bored his brotherly
penis far up into her tight, innocent rectum, tearing it through
the membranous passage to bury it almost to the hilt.  He clutched
hard at her hips, flexing again as he thrust still deeper into her
stretching anus.  The pressure pushed her forward, pushed her head
down on the grass-matting floor and prevented her from watching
any longer the actions of her husband and his sister.  Jim began
heaving forward with long, sawing strokes now, the rubbery walls
of Verna's rectum expanding before his invading cock until,
finally, with one last savage lunge, he buried every single inch
of his expanding penis into her warm, tight belly.
     "Ohhhhhh," his sister moaned.  "Ohhhhh God, Jim, it hurts too
much!"
     "Just relax, Sis . . . just relax and fuck back!" Jim panted
his instructions.  "It'll stop hurting in a little while!"
     Numbly, Verna obeyed, grinding her buttocks back against his
pistoning erection.  And gradually, her brother's predictions came
true. Her anal passage slowly became accustomed to the thick long
hardness imbedded 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, incestual sodomizing of her anus!  She raised her head
and buffeted back against her brother's plunging penis, deeper and
faster as she felt his sperm-heavy testicles smacking against the
upturned crevice of her quivering cuntal slit.
     "Ohhh yes!  Yes, you were right, Jim!  It's gooooodddddd!
Fuck me, Jim!  Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder in the ass!"
     And her twin brother began to fuck it harder as he was bid,
his testicles filling with his impending load of cum, his eyes
still obscenely staring at the salacious sight of his bride and
Verna's husband . . .
     Suzie Halford twisted her head and watched mesmerized, her
eyes a scant few inches from where Jim was savagely skewering his
lust-hardened cock into his twin sister's anus. The sight of Verna
going stark raving mad with pain and pleasure was simply too much
for the blonde girl to take!  She had to have more, just the way
she was having it!  Nothing else would suddenly do for her!
     Suzie desperately arched her loins up, dislodging her
brother's still driving penis from her cunt.  She looked down at
Carl, groaning passionately: "Put it in my ass if you can! Quick!
Shove your penis into me the way Jim is doing it to Verna!"
     Carl needed no further encouragement. Gripping his sister's
rounded buttocks with one hand and placing his throbbing wet cock
up against her tight sphincter muscle with the other, he held her
steady and thrust upward with all his strength.
     "Oh!  Agh!" Suzie 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 twin brother
locked her tightly to him with both hands on her hips, his virile
hardness embedded eagerly deep up into her rectum.  He plunged
passionately into her belly, and after awhile Suzie 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 Carl's penis suddenly expand and begin
to shoot his sperm inside her anus.  He groaned, quivering beneath
her buttocks as he pumped his heated sperm up into her imprisoned
rectum and in response, Suzie's own orgasm surged up until she
thought she was delirious.  Dear Lord, this was the wildest ever
yet . . .!
     The two of them collapsed in a spent and satiated heap, Carl
flat on his back, looking as if he were dazed by lightning while
Suzie sprawled on top of him.  Her legs were spread wide apart so
that the tiny pink ridges of her ravaged anus could be seen wet
and glistening when her brother slipped his softening penis from
her rectum.
     "Well?" he asked pridefully.
     "I may love Jim," she sighed delightedly, "but oh you kid!"
     As they rolled apart, Suzie caught the full depraved sight of
the other pair of twins as they reached the peak of their orgasm .
. .
     "I . . . I'm blowing the horn, Sis!" Jim yelled, savagely
fucking into her from behind with all his might.  His monstrous
penis erupted with his own streaming semen deep up into Verna's
tightly constricting rectum, and she squealed back at him:
     "Ohhhhh, fill me up!  Fill me 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 an atomic force in the pit of her
stomach.  The hot cock-filled walls of her rectum gripped hungrily
at her brother'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 Carl's sperm
deposited earlier as they trickled lewdly out and down to the
floor below . . .
     When Jim Halford finally released his hands from his sister's
hips, Verna slithered forward to lie belly-down on the matting,
her own legs wide apart.  She caught a glimpse of her wide-
stretched vagina from between her lazily spread thighs, wet and
glistening in the light of the flickering fire.
     Then she turned and saw the others were all smiling
blissfully from their exhausted positions around the floor.  They
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 well as body-naked .
. . and it was all all right . . .
     Later they did other things.  Wild, crazy positions on the
floor together or in separate groups.  Everything was tried,
nothing was forbidden, and the night faded into morning with a
wild tangle of ass, cocks, and cunts.  They were not always
certain whose was whose, but took the offerings as presented
without question.  Why not?  As Suzie once whispered to her
brother, they had nothing else as important in their lives now.
They had passed the point of no return . . .

                            Chapter 7

     Suzie Halford was vacuuming the carpets in her new apartment
one morning when the phone rang.  She pushed her blonde hair out
of her eyes, switched off the vacuum cleaner, and went into the
living room to answer it.
     Her twin brother's voice said cheerfully: "Good morning!"
     She felt a small tingle charge through her. "Carl!  So good
to hear from you.  Have you talked to Jim yet?"
     "Why yes, I did," came the reply.  "We had a nice chat,
matter of fact.  I asked if you two were coming over tonight, as
we'd tentatively planned."
     "And?"
     "He said to ask you."
     She giggled.  "Isn't that just like a man!"
     "Yeah, well are you?"
     Suzie felt very wicked and teasing at the moment.  Her
honeymoon at Fredag Lodge and the subsequent two months of married
life had been so wonderful, so beyond all her silly adolescent
notions of physical fulfillment, that her freshly-discovered
sexual freedom gave her a certain sense of power, of lustiness.
Yes, she was a happily married woman, and she was really going to
enjoy it to the hilt!
     She said: "I don't know, Carl.  If we do, what will happen?"
     "What do you want to happen?"
     "Why, nothing in particular."
     "Are you sure?"
     "Why, I don't know what you could possibly mean!" she said,
knowing full well what he meant.  She could feel her vagina
beginning to secrete warm droplets of fluid down between the
thighs as lewd thoughts of their double honeymoon traveled through
her mind.  She could already envision her brother's hardened
penis, pointing at her with its bloated round head, beckoning her
closer. . . "Do you mean you want to fuck me again, Carl?" she
taunted him.  "Do you want to put that lovely big prick of yours
into my hot, juicy cunt, is that what you mean?"
     At the other end of the line, Carl felt fire beginning to
leap in his pants.  Jesus, his sister had turned into a wanton
bitch!  "I wouldn't mind it," he managed to say cooly, playing the
game with her.
     Suzie laughed.  "I'll suck you off," she said. "Until you cum
in my mouth, Carl.  Until you squirt tons of your hot white sperm
into my mouth!  Would you like that, brother dear?"
     "Christ!" he said, feeling some of his suaveness falling
away.  His cock was rigid under the desk now; her words were like
a caressing hand on his vitals!  "You will be over tonight, won't
you?"
     "Yes!  We'll be over tonight, and I'll let you fuck my cunt
and my mouth and even my asshole!  Goodbye!"
     "Ohhhh shit!" Carl gasped, and hung up.
     She stood there with her eyes closed, the juices of her
desire soaking through the filmy material of her panties.  God,
talking to Carl made her hot!  She wanted him again, all right,
just as she'd wanted him time after time since their honeymoon
together . . . and just like her husband Jim still lusted after
Verna, too!  Damn! She could hardly wait for tonight!

                             The End

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