Chapter 4
"At least you could have consulted with me first," Sue said sullenly. She and Ted were in their car, on the way up to the annual company party. Sue was sitting as far on her side of the front seat as she could get. Ted was scowling out the front window, glaring at the cars ahead as if they were personal enemies.
But it wasn't the traffic angering him. It was his difficult young wife. "For God's sake, Sue!" he exploded. "It was take it or leave it! Don't you understand? It's a real honor! When Harry offered to let us stay in his own cabin, how could I refuse? That cabin's reserved for supervisory personnel and their friends. Hell, honey, this could mean a lot! Maybe I'm finally on the way up!"
Sue had no easy answer for that. Like most wives, she'd been bred and raised on the idea that there was nothing more important in the world than her husband's professional advancement. She forced herself to hold a simmering silence.
Ted wasn't telling her all the truth about his decision to accept Harry's offer of a room in the cabin. His blood still heated up when he remembered the man-to-man talk he'd had with Harry that very morning. Harry had been telling him about the wild time he and Helen had had the night before.
"Jesus, that woman never leaves me alone," Harry leered at his young subordinate. "After she fucked the hell out of me, she had me hard again in ten minutes. You know how she does it?"
Harry paused for effect. He had to force himself not to laugh out loud. Ted's mouth was hanging open in expectation. His eyes glittered hotly. Jesus, the kid was eating out of his hand!
"She's the best fucking cock-sucker in the world," Harry said, dropping his voice to a low murmur. "She could get it up on a corpse with that Goddamned hot mouth of hers."
Ted felt an enormous heat building in his crotch. Jesus, Harry was talking about a woman he knew!
Ted recreated in his mind the image of Helen, alive, sexy, lush-bodied, red-haired. He thought about her mouth, imagining her full sensuous lips closing around the head of Harry's cock. No! Around the head of his cock!
"She sucks the fucking soft thing into her mouth like it's a worm," Harry was saying, his voice low and excited. "Then she starts pulling on it, gentle-like, kind of stretching it. You know . . . giving it the idea it can grow, kinda."
Harry's own cock pulsed in his pants as he remembered the feel of his wife's buttery soft lips around the shaft of his cock last night. One of the most exciting things to him was the knowledge that he was trying to trick this kid into fucking Helen, his own wife. The thought gave him a perverse pleasure, not the least of which was the expectation, if all worked out well, that he would be socking it to Ted's gorgeous little blonde wife.
"She keeps sucking, getting it good and wet. Her fingers really do weird things to your balls. And then you can feel it getting hard. Jesus, like it's going to explode! Shit, last night, as soon as she had the fucking thing standing up again, Helen climbed right into my lap. She had her cunt wrapped around my prick before I knew what was happening. Jesus! She was coming after only about four or five strokes! You can really feel her cunt going to town when she gets it off. Like it's going to suck your guts right out through the end of your cock!"
"God, Harry," Ted said hoarsely. "Sounds like you're married to some kind of nymphomaniac!"
Harry looked surprised. "Naw, I don't think so," he said carelessly. "Just a normal, hot-blooded American woman who likes to fuck and suck and be fucked and sucked."
He looked slyly at Ted. "How about that little doll you're married to . .. Sue? I'll bet she's really something in bed."
Ted immediately grew flustered. What could he say? Suddenly the thought of a man talking about his wife to another man seemed a little strange. Maybe, he thought grimly, it was because he felt ashamed. God, after what Harry was getting from Helen, how could he ever admit the bedroom disaster he had at home? "Uh ... yeah, well, she's okay, I guess," he answered lamely.
"Kind of young, isn't she?" Harry replied, his voice friendly and confidential. "Most women got a lot to learn at that age. That's something I figured out a long time ago. It's a man's duty to help 'em learn, teach 'em the ropes about fucking."
"What do you mean?" Ted asked, licking his lips nervously, intrigued. "I, uh ... what if they don't want to learn?" There. He'd said it.
Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Why, what the hell else is a man for, if he doesn't kind of take things into his own hands. A guy's gotta be firm. Let 'em know who's boss. Take 'em in hand. Believe me, buddy-boy, a real woman will be grateful later. You gotta be firm!"
The rest of the conversation was a half-remembered haze to Ted. Harry had said something about how fun the weekend was going to be. "We'll get the girls liquored up," he said. "We're gonna have us a real ball in that cabin."
But Ted wasn't paying too much attention. In his mind, he was comparing Helen to Sue. God, what he'd give to have a really hot-blooded woman like Helen! A woman he could do anything he wanted to, hell, a woman who'd even take the initiative, who could really go after his cock!
If only Sue were that way. Despite the tension between them, Ted knew he still loved Sue. She was the woman for him, if only she'd ....
"It's just that I don't.. . well, don't like them!" Sue blurted out, pulling Ted out of his reverie. He jerked his eyes away from the traffic, turning to stare uncomprehendingly at his wife.
"Don't like who?" he asked.
"Harry and Helen. Well . . . maybe saying I don't like them may be putting it a little too strongly," Sue added, remembering Helen's kindness at the restaurant the night before. "They kind of make me nervous."
Nervous indeed. Sue remembered the strange feelings Harry's presence had caused in her. An odd mixture of conflicting emotions. Disgust at his crudity, yet, at the same time, a fascination with his brute maleness. She knew she was a little attracted to him, and it made her feel vulnerable.
And Helen. No doubt she had a good heart, but her lewd, open sensuality made Sue feel like a gawky fumbling little girl. They were not the kind of people to spend an anniversary weekend with, not when she was already fully occupied in trying to sort out her relationship with Ted.
What was she going to do about that, anyway? She realized that they were at a crossroads, both together and singly. At least she was. Something seemed to be changing inside her. Hell, to be more exact, in her crotch. She remembered the way she'd reacted when Ted fucked her so brutally. What an experience, scary but exciting! Part of her being wanted to just let go, and let itself be swamped in a steamy sea of uninhibited lust. But another part of her, the rational part of her mind, wanted to hold onto the security of knowing just what was happening.
"Face it... you're scared!" she told herself bitterly. "Too damned chicken to see anything, especially your own feelings."
"Shit. . . it's only for a weekend. I'm not asking you to move in with them for life," Ted mumbled.
Both husband and wife were silent for the rest of the trip. The road climbed higher, into the mountains. Scrub oak gave way to pines. The air grew fresher, clearer. Finally, a broad mountain meadow stretched away beneath them, a mile or more across. The road descended into the valley, toward a cluster of rustic buildings, the site of the annual company bash, a small resort that particularly catered to such affairs.
Harry and Helen were already at the cabin. As Ted and Sue's car pulled up, Harry came out onto the little veranda, a drink in his hand. "Well.. . about time," he said in his usual loud forceful manner. "What happened? You stop for a little lovin' on the way?"
Sue gritted her teeth. If the big ape would just shut up about such personal things, then maybe they'd get along. He made her feel like he was constantly staring down the front of her dress.
Helen came out onto the porch too. The day was warm, a perfect excuse for her to wear as little as possible. She had on her usual short little skirt, and nothing on top but a couple of bandanas wrapped around her upper body, barely covering her tits. As big and heavy as they were, Helen's tits were doing some pretty interesting maneuvers inside their flimsy covering every time she moved. Bounce, jiggle, sway.
Sue noticed Ted's eyes bulging. When Helen gave him a slow sensuous smile, the young blonde thought her husband was going to turn redder than a Pacific sunset.
She suddenly remembered what Helen had said in the ladies' room the other night. How she was wide open to excitement, sex, fucking. She also remembered the interest Helen had shown toward Ted at the dinner table that night. Suddenly she began to wonder if she could take Ted's faithfulness for granted any longer. The young housewife was determined to keep an eye on her husband during this unwanted and highly-dangerous holiday weekend.
Helen showed Ted and Sue to their room. There were only two bedrooms in the little cabin, besides the living room and kitchen. The only bathroom lay in between the two bedrooms, reached by a door from each room. A very cozy set-up.
By the time Sue and Ted had their bags unpacked, Harry appeared with drinks. "Down the hatch!" he bellowed exuberantly. "This is a party! Wahooooo!"
Sue drank out of self-protection. Otherwise, Harry was after her all the time, shoving drinks in her hand, asking her why she wasn't having a good time.
Sue started having a little trouble concentrating. The drinks Harry mixed were always strong. She found herself staring at the big man covertly when he wasn't looking her way. Slowly, she began to understand why Helen might be interested in the big ape. He certainly was virile enough. Her eyes fed on his strong, bulky body. For the first time in her young married life, she briefly wondered what it would be like to fuck another man. Sue kicked the idea out of her mind with unusual violence.
More drinking. Ted was as drunk as his wife had ever seen him. Only Harry and Helen seemed their normal, exuberant selves. But then, maybe they were half-plastered all the time.
"Hey, cunt, get us some more ice!" Harry bellowed at Helen. Sue winced at the sound of that lewd word.
But Helen didn't seem to mind. "Yes, lord and master," she said flippantly. But just before going into the kitchen, she bent forward, her ass jutting back toward Harry and flipped up the back of her skirt, revealing two lush round ass-cheeks, barely covered by a pair of tiny black bikini panties. "Braaaccckkk!" Helen fluttered her lips, making an unmistakable sound.
"Haw, haw!" Harry guffawed. "Helen's learned a new word!"
The skirt fell back into place, covering Helen's beautiful ass. But Sue saw that Ted was still staring. She poured down another heavy gulp of her drink, trying not to get angry.
Finally, both Sue and Helen were yawning. Harry looked meaningfully at his wife. "Old Helen's either sleepy or horny," he said gruffly. "Maybe it's time for beddy-by." Turning toward Sue, he winked broadly. "How about you, honey?" he asked. "Sleepy or horny?"
"Horny? Are you kidding?" she heard Ted mutter sourly. The frustrated young husband was watching Helen about to be swept off into the other bedroom with Harry, out of his reach for the night. Looking at her gorgeous, sexy, half-nude body moving sinuously around the living room for the night had completely shot his nerves. He knew without a doubt that he wanted to fuck this beautiful woman. Another man's wife, and he himself was a married man. Ted felt stirrings of guilt, both toward Sue and Harry. But not as much guilt as lust.
Helen compounded his frustration. "Time for a goodnight kiss," she murmured seductively. Before Ted could move, she snaked her lovely arms around his neck, pulling his face down toward hers. Ted was still gasping in surprise when he felt Helen's warm, wet lips press hotly against his. A moment later her searching, darting tongue shot into his mouth. His own arms tightened convulsively around Helen's big sexy body. He could feel her huge tits pressing demandingly against his chest. Her loins were snuggled against his. He sensed the soft incurving where her cunt lay, pressed warmly against his thighs. He was helpless, unable to keep from returning the kiss hotly.
Sue stood transfixed, unable to move as she saw Helen kissing her husband. She wanted to do something to stop it, but before she could move, she felt Harry's hands on her shoulders. She looked up, startled, to see his face only inches from hers.
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," he murmured.
A moment later Sue felt Harry's fleshy lips pressed against hers. She was too stunned to struggle, which Harry took for an invitation to further liberties.
Sue gasped as Harry's hot thick tongue wormed its way past her lips into her mouth. "Stop! Stop!" she screamed silently to herself, but her body seemed unable to move. She was intensely aware of the hardness of Harry's undeniably male body against hers. She thought she felt his cock stiffening inside his pants, pressing against her belly. She wanted to break away, but couldn't. She tried to tell herself it was only fair. Ted was kissing Helen so Harry had the right to kiss her. The young blonde melted a little, until she heard a strange sound. It took a minute for her to identify it.
It was the sound of her own hot breathing. She was starting to pant!
Sue tore her mouth away from Harry's wriggling frantically out of his grasp. Face set, she turned toward the wall until she could compose herself.
Then she turned toward Ted. He was still kissing Helen. The other couple writhed and moaned together. "Ted," Sue said in a tight voice. "It's time we went to bed." No action. The two stayed locked together. "Ted!" Sue half-shouted. "Come to bed!"
Ted sprang guiltily away from Helen. "Uh ... yeah, sure, honey." The guilty look in his eyes told everyone in the room he knew he was in trouble.
Smiling sheepishly, he turned and followed Sue into their bedroom. "Honey," he said when the door had closed behind them, "I hope you don't think...."
"I don't know what I think," Sue said angrily.
"The way you and that... that...."
Now it was Ted's turn to grow angry. "Me?" he bellowed. "What about you? Do you think I couldn't see you and Harry? God, you sounded like a steam engine, panting and puffing."
Ted was feeling confused. It had been wonderful to hold Helen in his arms, to kiss her, to think about fucking her. But when he saw Harry doing the same thing to his own beautiful young wife, it made him think. The sword could cut both ways. Maybe if he could sleep with Helen, Harry had a right to fuck Sue. Ted didn't like that idea. Sue was his!
Sue was also angry. Having realized she'd been caught in the act with Harry, she defended herself by continuing the attack.
"You . .. you ..." she spluttered. "You know it would never have happened if you and Helen hadn't given him the idea. I've .. . I've never been so humiliated in my life!"
Without waiting for an answer, Sue flounced out of the room straight into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her, locking it. A moment later she heard Ted softly scratching at the door. "Honey," he said, quietly, obviously not wanting Helen and Harry to hear them fighting. "Let me in. Or come on out and let's go to bed."
"The son-of-a-bitch!" Sue muttered. "Now he probably wants to make love." She determined that was not going to happen. He was just going to have to wait until the weekend was over. She'd be damned if she'd take a chance on that awful Helen and Harry overhearing them in their most passionate moments!
Sue undressed angrily, finally standing naked before the mirror as she started to wash. She was toweling her face dry when she became aware of hearing a strange sound.
The naked young blonde stiffened. What a weird sound! What had it been?
There it was again ... a weird moan, coming from the other side of the bathroom door, the door that led into Harry and Helen's room. Sue picked up a towel and pressed it to her bare breasts, crossing her legs to protect her cunt. As if she expected Harry or Helen to come bursting in through the door. But she saw, with reassurance, that she had it locked.
The towel slipped away from Sue's naked body as she leaned forward, listening. Now that her head was closer to the door, she could hear other sounds, sounds she had trouble identifying at first. Then she realized what they were-loud sucking and slurping noises.
Another moan, a little louder this time, and overlaying it, Harry's rough voice, saying hoarsely: "Suck it, baby . . . suck it dry!"
Sue froze in shock. That sucking sound, Harry's lewd words. They could only mean one thing! Helen was sucking her husband's cock!
Sue's stomach turned over as she tried to imagine Helen with Harry's cock in her mouth. "How could any woman do a thing like that?" Sue wondered, feeling a little sick.
Then another moan. This time Sue was certain it was a woman's voice. But why was Helen moaning?
Did sucking her husband's cock turn her on that much? Or was Harry hurting her in some way?
Sue knew she should get out of the bathroom as fast as she could. But a perverse curiosity was stirring inside her. She noticed that there was an old-fashioned keyhole on the bathroom door, a big one, big enough to look through. She shivered. If she'd known that, she would have stuffed something into it before she undressed.
But now it was going to be her ally, because she was going to peek. She was going to spy on Helen and Harry as they engaged in their disgusting perversion.
Sue knew she shouldn't, but she didn't seem to be able to help herself. Her heart was beating like a trip-hammer as she quickly knelt, naked, in front of the keyhole. Her stomach was turning over again, but now she knew it was from more than revulsion. A strange perverse excitement rippled through her belly. She hated herself for it, but could feel her cunt growing hot and wet.
Sue pressed her eye to the keyhole. It took her a moment to orient her view through the small aperture, but fortunately the bedroom she was peeking into was brightly lit.
Sue saw two naked bodies lying on a big bed. It wasn't easy to figure out who was who among that tangle of bare limbs and torsos. Then, as she saw what was happening, Sue let out a little gasp of surprise. Quickly she clapped her hand over her mouth, afraid she might have been overheard. But the two writhing figures on the big bed were far too wrapped up in each other to hear much of anything.
It was far worse than Sue had expected. Not only was Helen sucking Harry's cock, but Harry was lying under her body, head to toe, his own face buried between Helen's lush thighs.
Oh, God, they were sucking each other! Sixty-nine, Sue had once heard it called. She'd never in her life thought she'd see such a thing, but there it was, right in front of her staring eyes!
Sue's body tensed as she tried to make out the details. The writhing couple on the bed were more or less sideways to her. She could easily see Harry's cock-shaft jutting obscenely from Helen's mouth. Sue stared in awe as the handsome redheaded woman eagerly slid her lips up and down the massive rod. She certainly seemed to be enjoying what she was doing!
But it was much harder to make out what Harry's mouth was doing down between Helen's thighs. Helen was crouched, her thighs spread, a knee on each side of Harry's head. Sue realized the other woman's cunt must be wide open in that position. Giving Harry's mouth full access to her naked slit.
He was obviously taking advantage of it. Sue could see his head twisting and turning. She couldn't actually see his mouth at work on Helen's cunt, but she could hear it. Never in her life had the staring young blonde heard such disgusting slurping and licking sounds. He must have his tongue stuck all the way up into his wife's snatch!
Helen was obviously enjoying it. Her body writhed and twisted above Harry's. But she never let his rigid cock slip from her mouth. Sue stared at the white butt of Harry's mammoth rod, jutting from Helen's tight-stretched lips. She seemed to be doing something to his balls with one of her hands. Harry was twitching and jerking on the bed.
Sue began to forget about perversion, about what was disgusting and what wasn't. She began to get wildly turned on. The very act of spying on other people, herself unseen, as they performed their most intimate acts together, was an additional excitement and a powerful one.
The crouching young blonde's body cried out to be made a part of the sexual tableau taking place so close, just a few feet away. For the first time in her life, Sue did something she'd promised herself she would never do.
She started playing with her cunt.
Just the outer lips at first, feverishly fingering them, rubbing them back and forth across the swollen sensitiveness. She felt hot juices squeezing out, running over her hotly working fingers. She forgot to be disgusted by her own gushing lubricants. Now, her very wetness was an added excitement.
One of her fingers skidded across one slippery cunt lip and fell into the bubbling slit beneath. "Uungghh!" Sue whimpered softly as her fingertip accidentally brushed the trembling tip of her sensitive little clit.
She tried to move the finger away, but found she couldn't. It felt too good where it was. Cautiously, Sue started rubbing the hotly erect little nub. Such a shock of pleasure shot through her body that she forgot to breathe for several seconds. Then the air whooshed from her lungs in a long trembling sigh.
Sue started rubbing her clit methodically as she stared avidly through the keyhole at the sixty-nining Harry and Helen. She found it helped. Now, she felt a sexual connection to the couple writhing so lewdly on the bed. She began to identify with Helen, with how it must feel to have a man's tongue lashing up into her pussy. She still didn't quite see how the other woman could debase herself so much, how she could allow a man to do such a, well . . . perverse thing to her body.
And worse, how could she actually take his bloated cock in her mouth. The way Harry's former outburst had made it sound, he was actually going to come in her mouth! He was going to shoot his hot sticky sperm down her throat!
Sue shuddered, half with desire, half with disgust. She knew that she herself was doing something she found disgusting and perverted- playing with her own cunt. But at least she was doing it in private, away from prying eyes. How could a woman let herself go as much as Helen was doing, leaving her mind and body completely open to whatever Harry wanted to do to it? That was the enigma for Sue.
She began paying more attention to her cunt. Slipping her finger down from her clit, which immediately clamored for its return, she slowly inserted the tip between the folds of her inner labia. She felt them squirt wetly, softly out of the way. The hot, smooth delicate tissues reacted, sending a new bolt of pleasure darting throughout the stunned girl's aroused cunt.
She felt a puckered opening beneath her questing finger. Her pussy. Sue's breath sucked in. Was she ready for something as shocking as this?
"Yes, oh yes!" her cunt pleaded. She felt it flower open beneath her fingertip. Her fingertip naturally, easily slipped up inside. "Mmmmnnn," Sue sighed softly. A dreamy look came over her lovely, sex-flushed features. Her finger slid in and in, up into her pussy hole, until it couldn't slide in any further. She'd run out of finger.
Sue marvelled at the feel of her cuntal cavity. She'd never expected it to feel so soft and wet and full. She was so fleshy inside, so smooth and yielding! So Goddamned sexy!
The panting blonde's finger moved slowly in and out of her gushing pussy. She felt her cuntal walls sucking and nipping at her finger. She felt the knobbly tip of her cervix spasm as her fingertip probed at it.
Oh, it felt good! But not as good as a cock! Sue began to stare avidly at the thick butt of Harry's cock as it slid hotly in and out of Helen's wildly sucking mouth. Oh, God, that would feel good up inside her achingly hungry cunt! Her own finger just wasn't big enough!
With a rush of horror, Sue realized what she had just been thinking. How could she, when she had a husband? How could she ever think about fucking another man?
Sue tried to concentrate on just watching. Watching and finger-fucking herself. Her breath whistled hotly in her throat. Her finger flew faster and faster.
Something was about to happen in the other room. Helen and Harry were thrashing around on the bed more and more wildly. Suddenly she heard Harry's voice, obscenely wet and muffled by the juicy cunt flesh pressed so tightly against his mouth.
"Oh, Jesus God, Helen baby! Keep sucking ... suck it harder! I'm gonna COME!"
For just a second Helen pulled her mouth away from Harry's saliva-shiny prick. The bloated purplish head pointed straight up at her beautiful face. That was the first time Sue had got a chance to see all of Harry's prick. It was immense!
"You keep lapping my cunt, honey," Helen panted. "I'm gonna get it off too!"
Then her mouth opened wide, her lips stretching obscenely around her husband's huge cock. It drove straight into her face. Sue wondered how she could take such a big thing into her mouth.
Helen was once again sucking hard on the big joint protruding from her face. Then Sue saw the redhead's body begin to jerk and tremble. There was an increased wetness in the licking sounds Harry's mouth was making against her crotch. Sue realized Helen must be coming, gushes of pussy juice pouring from her mouth-ravished cunt.
Then Harry was bellowing, roaring up into his wife's pussy. Sue saw his body buck and heave. His cock was driven to the hilt up inside Helen's mouth. Helen began coughing and choking. Thick streams of cum dribbled from her lips past the thick rod skewering up into her mouth. Harry was coming too! Oh, God, Sue thought. He's shooting that gooey stuff into her mouth!
Sue forgot about her own cunt as she stared at the climaxing couple on the bed. Her mouth hung open slackly. Her finger was still up inside her twat, but motionless. All her attention was on the depraved scene in the other room.
Helen had gotten herself under control. She wasn't choking any more. Sue saw the redhead's Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she madly swallowed, trying to force down every drop of her husband's gushing sperm. But long strings of the sticky liquid hung from her chin, trailing down onto Harry's belly.
Her cunt still ground hotly down against Harry's slavering mouth. Low moans of orgasmic pleasure bubbled from Helen's throat. She was still coming! Rhythmic shudders rippled the muscles of her sleek belly. But all the time, she continued faithfully sucking every last drop from her husband's cock. Sue could see the big shaft pulsing and jerking as it pumped gush after gush of steaming sperm into Helen's mouth.
Sue was about to start paying attention to her own cunt again, when she heard a sound behind her. She spun around, wondering if someone was spying on her.
But it was only Ted, scratching on the door once more. "Sue!" he whispered tensely. "Are you still in there? What's taking you so long? Come on to bed!"
Sue's hand fell away from her cunt. She realized her finger was wet and shiny with her own cunt juice. She raised it to her nose and sniffed. For the first time in her life, she was not repelled by the hot musky odor of aroused cunt. This time it turned her on. A thoughtful look crossed over her excited features. What the hell was she doing in here finger-fucking herself when she had a handsome, virile husband in the next room?
"Coming right out, honey," she said softly, reaching for the doorknob.