Chapter 2
She was silent for several seconds and Barry knew he had touched painful memories. "Arnold showed me how it was going to be from the very first night we were, married. I should have run right then and kept running."
"Why didn't you?"
"I was a fool, I know, but I thought I loved him. Anyway, I thought he was honest, even if he was weird when he begged me to go along with a 'Bund-stag.' Said it was a Graber Bavarian family tradition for the newlyweds' first night and he wanted to have some 'very dear friends,' as he called them, come start our honeymoon for us."
"You're kidding! On your wedding night?"
"I wish I was kidding ..."
The chalet at the top of the mountain was an idyllic honeymooners' retreat. It had a beamed cathedral ceiling and flagstone fireplace in the living room. No formal chairs and tables, just great cushions and a pile rug so deep it could double as a mattress.
There was a bedroom with wall-to-wall bed and, except for a very plush johnny and a corner kitchenette, that was the chalet. Definitely designed for the couple who had one thought in mind and custom tailored for the scene Arnold had pre-planned for his bride.
They arrived two-by-two during the hour after Kitty had been informed of the Graber "tradition." All members of a certain Bavarian line had a Bundstag on the first night, Arnold had insisted. They brought food. They brought drink. They brought their pretty bodies with appetites whetted for what they had seen of Dr. Graber's Kitty, though that wasn't a part of Arnold's last minute briefing.
"Kitty, this is Paula and Pete Horst."
". . . and this is Angie and Hal Turnbottom."
"... and this is Frank Turnbotten and he's Ted. Don't mind Ted-he gets that way at the least provocation. We Bavarians are very earthy and direct," Arnold had said.
Kitty found her voice as she fixed the tossed salad. "I thought you said couples, Arnold."
Her groom chuckled. "You mean Ted and Frank? They're just good friends in Pathology, darling. Begged to be allowed to come along."
"They all look at me so strangely. Like I'm one of their diseases. Even the two females do."
"Darling, here, have a drink. They're staring because you're so beautiful and because you're one of them now." He pulled her hands from the salad bowl, wiped them carefully with the towel and then wrapped her in a bear hug. She felt the eager erection in his tight slacks that let anyone who cared to know see his condition, and a roar of approval went up from the spectators at the first sign of intimacy between bride and groom.
"Notice Arnold, the careful patho, wiped her itsy-bitsy fingers before letting her touch him," teased Paula, the flame-haired assistant at Merriweather Lab. "Some kind of love life she's going to have!"
"And that's why you're all here." Arnold broke from Kitty to face the others. "Paula, you and Angela are to take my darling to the bedroom to prepare her for love."
Feeling oddly detached from all that was swimming around her in the living room and wondering how two drinks could affect her so, Kitty let herself be led away. Two females she had known less than an hour suddenly seemed dear and needed friends as she caught the predatory stares of five males.
"What's a Bundstag?" she asked nervously of Paula who led her past the massive bed toward the bathroom as Angela closed and locked the door against intruders from the living room.
"What did Arnold tell you?" Paula's hand rested lightly on Kitty's hip and there was a strange intimacy in the way she caressed slowly across the curve while they waited at the door of the room-size johnny for Angela to join them.
"Said it was a kind of smorgasbord."
Hysterical laughter burst from Angela at the suggestion and Kitty swung in annoyance to stare at the stacked platinum job who Kitty needed on her honeymoon like a hole in the head. The look in the bride's eyes got the message to the two guests, and there was moisture in a corner of Angela's eyes as she hugged both Kitty and Paula in impulsive apology.
"I'm sorry. It really is a land of smorgasbord, I guess." Angela broke her embrace and stepped into the bathroom. "Do you know what the Oktoberfest is?"
Kitty shuddered and nodded. "It's sort of orgy-time in Germany, isn't it? When a woman gives herself to anyone who wants it?"
Angela's light hair swirled as she shook her head in a vigorous negative. "It's more than that, but for a lot of females that's what it boils down to. Bundstag in Bavaria is just exactly the opposite of orgy with everyone."
The bride lifted a puzzled eyebrow. "I don't understand."
"It's a very special family way of beginning a marriage. The groom invites those in he considers his family, not necessarily blood relatives, and presents to them the girl he has taken for a wife. It is for them to show the bride their loving welcome into the family and it is for the bride to show them, well ..." Angela's voice broke and she looked toward Paula, who stepped from Kitty's side and opened her arms to the curvaceous blonde.
"... it is for the bride to show them not only that she loves to be in this family," Paula winked confidentially at Kitty, "... but that she wants them to know she has no inhibitions in her love."
Kitty opened her mouth to ask how a girl showed that, but the question never came. She stared in awed surprise as the two happy-go-lucky ones who had appointed themselves her family, clutched each other in an impetuous embrace. As they hugged, Kitty saw Paula's fingers creep to the zipper of Angela's tight cocktail sheath. As if it were a sign, Angela fingered under the roll of auburn hair for Paula's. The two dresses slithered to the girls' feet, and that they were now almost nude never seemed to be noticed by either.
They gathered the bride into the midst of their embrace, and an overwhelmed Kitty, too startled to resist, felt that same odd lightheaded detachment take her that she had experienced as the three of them left the room It was as if she were a doll to these two who no longer seemed strangers, but shockingly intimate family members who loved each other in a special way. They kissed sensuously, satin-rich lips pressed together, visibly tongue dueling without the slightest embarrassment that Kitty was watching inches away. They separated and smiled at their new family member. While Paula's sleek fingers traced up the back of the white satin street-length bridal dress, Angela, bra and panty-clad like the redhead, bent to the tub faucets to run water. '
"It's as big as a swimming pool," giggled Kitty, wondering why she felt a sensual tremor as she looked at the contoured Angela leaning over the edge of the step-down tub to test the water.
"Tepid is just right" Angela announced, straightening and turning her back to Paula. "Do me, darling."
Angela's breasts seemed to explode from the prison of her bra when Paula released the final snap, and Kitty had to stare when Angela calmly played her palms across the nipples while Paula knelt to remove her panties. It was fiercely intimate, and yet it all seemed so natural now to the newcomer. "You're beautiful!" gasped Kitty.
"Oh, that is so nice!" murmured Angela when Paula, still kneeling, nuzzled into the triangle of her sex while she drew the pale yellow panties down her friend's thighs. "Kiss it just once, please...."
Paula cooed an unintelligible something and Kitty saw the stiffened dart of her tongue spear against the under-curve of Angela's pubic mound and splay through the top of the cunty cleft. It was clearly a game they had played before. It was also a game that lured Kitty, watching from the side, wondering why on her wedding night she would feel so-a mingling of frustration and wanting.
Frustration from needing Arnold, only hours ago become her husband, and wanting for some inexplicable reason to feel the tenderness these two deliciously caressable bodies of her own sex were sharing with each other. Kitty had never been touched by a woman before the way Paula had touched her when she first led her into this bathroom. Frustrating that all Paula's attentions since had gone to torrid Angela.
"I hate you both-you're so gorgeous!" snipped Kitty, glaring at the mirror and catching the incongruity of the two strangely alluring females who were so innocently naked, while she was still fully clothed.
Angela's breasts, thrusting hard-nippled and full, were impossible not to stare at, and Paula's pert and animated boobs were special magnets which, though small, were huge in their excitement to Kitty. She wondered what madness had commandeered her senses to make her feel an attraction for her own sex which she'd never known till this day-and, at that, her wedding day!
"Paula, I do believe our newest sister is deformed!" squealed Angela, staring at the body-molding bridal dress. "Let's get her out of her gown and see."
A hand fondled" under the dark hair at the nape of her neck and Kitty felt the zipper slide and then the dress was slipped from her shoulders. No longer in the least self-conscious, she stepped clear of the white satin and, feeling them watching, she proceeded to kick off her pumps and then quickly removed her nylons, bra and panties. There was a murmur of admiration as she straightened and, confident of her nudity, looked from one to the other's reflections in the mirror. Kitty and Paula were gaping in unabashed admiration at her dazzling contouring, smiling at the state of her nipples and then impulsively hugging each other as they continued to inventory the chassis of the newest "family" member.
"I think it's the other way around," observed Angela soberly. "We should hate her. She'll drive our men crazy. How big are they?" she demanded, staring pointedly.
"I'm a forty-D cup, isn't that awful?" Kitty looked down at herself apologetically*
Slimline Paula shivered. "I'm just a teensy thirty and Angie is thirty-nine, so I hate you both."
"Who are you, really?" demanded Kitty, liking the pair more and more. "I mean, you're like family ... but..."
"But we are family," interrupted Paula. "And we're your maids-in-waiting here to prepare you for the bundstag. First we bathe...." her hand traveled slowly across Kitty's hip as she spoke. "... and we both get to know everything about you as we get you ready for Arnold."
"But... I ..."
"Everything," echoed Angela, moving up to flank Kitty on the opposite side, smiling reassuringly. "Just remember one thing, doll. From the moment you came into this family you put behind you every inhibition and all jealousies. Every one of us wants your happiness as much as we want our own. Some even more ... like the two of us. There's one rule amongst us Graber family people...."
"What's that?" Kitty tried to ignore the sensations from the pressure of her booby against her upper arm.
"The desires of the body and the wants of the men must be fulfilled first and foremost."
"Come then." Both girls took her by the hand and the three of them stepped down into the bath.
For silent moments the trio lolled in indolent nudity, letting the warm water soothe. Quite unselfconsciously staring at each other's ivory-skinned perfection, Angela and Paula openly toyed with each other's breasts, with Kitty watching enthralled at their innocent openness; then the two reached beneath the transparent waters of the bath to find the target on each other that intrigued them most.
"Watch your maids-in-waiting do each other," cooed Paula, not looking at Kitty but staring at the meeting of Angela's perfectly tapered thighs. The bath water rippled to the movement of her arm and broke the clear view the spectator had of the cunty cleft.
"Kitty likes to be a voyeur," whispered Angela, head thrown back over the rounded ledge of the tub and seeming to look at no one as she gave herself over to the playful fingers teasing her cunty lips. "Bet she's never seen another woman come from bein' masturbated."
"I ... I never ... duh ..Kitty stumbled, fascinated by the way Angela could continue to stimulate Paula's vulva, even as her own excitement was soaring.
"Kiss me, quickly," Angela panted, eyes suddenly open and fixed on Kitty.
It happened before the bride knew she had responded-an impulsive leaning to Angela's lips, and then feeling someone's fingers play with her breasts as she bent across the writhing front. Then the moan slipped from Angela's lips and Kitty broke the kiss, looking down at Paula's finger play at Angela's crotch. Two fingers were driven deeply from sight, and clearly the lovely platinum blonde was about to climax. Impetuously, Kitty leaned to kiss fiercely hardened nipples that seemed ready to leap from Angela's breast.
"Oh my God, yes!" squealed Angela, sweeping an arm behind Kitty s head to press her to the booby.
Head swimming with sheer joy at a thrill she had never known, Kitty tongued the taut cone and felt the warm wonder of another female's breast for the first time she could remember. Inside she felt wants for an unknown sexual fulfillment swirling, and distant outside--she heard the sound of voices; deep, guttural, and excited. It occurred to Kitty they had to be male voices, but in the weird captivity of Angela's passion-screams and Paula's answering shrieks of masturbated orgasm, the arrival of men on the scene didn't register. The water of the tub was splashing feverishly and the delectable bodies of her self-appointed maids-in-waiting were the most important things in her life at the moment. Even more important than her bridegroom.
With startling suddenness the frenzy of the two girls was gone and they lay passive beside her, each cupping an arm across her middle and watching her quietly.
"That was wild!" breathed Kitty, looking surreptitiously toward the bathroom door and feeling the mystery mount of the now clearly remembered male sounds. There was no seeing the door through the wide-leafed tropical plants that fringed the great tub. <
"More fun than doing it yourself," giggled Paula, twisting to look with sudden intentness at Kitty. "Do you . . . often?"
"What? Play with me?" Kitty puzzled about honesty for a moment. "Yes, of course. It's nice and it helps." It felt uncomfortable for the first time since they had entered the bathroom and she stirred against the fondling hand that crept down across her tummy suggestively.
"Let's dry our bride," exclaimed Angela, snatching her hand from Kitty's body and catching her fingers. The three stepped from the water and Kitty noticed the door was now wide open. Had there been some of the men watching? She wondered why she almost hoped so. Tenderly they toweled her body and, as she relaxed to the loving caresses concealed by the pretense of drying her, she felt the seductive impact of the two even more powerfully than before.
It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to let them lead her from the bathroom to the gold satin chaise at the side of the great bed. A vanity table stood beside the lounging chair and when the two stretched her full length on the chaise, she noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar. No sign of any males anywhere, spying on this totally feminine moment. *
"She's too lovely to touch," she heard one of the girls whisper to the other and simultaneously she felt the brush of a palm across her midriff as one began anointing her with a lightly fragrant cologne.
Paula was the anointer and Angela held the little vase, smiling quietly when Kitty opened her eyes at the first touch of Paula> fingertips. "What is that?" she asked, trying to identify the familiar scent. "I like it."
Angela puckered her lips suggestively to the edge of the tiny porcelain container, then traced the opening with her fingertip. "It's called 'Surrender,'" she replied.
The soothing penetrating fragrance touched every pore ... the anointing became massage and, as the kneading fingers probed the under-curve of her breasts, Kitty again opened her eyes to watch the predatory glaze in Paula's staring as she played maid-in-waiting.
"I adore them," Paula whispered. "I wish I had them but I love looking at them on you, Kitty." The fingers probed down her body and massaged across her pubic mound, around her hips and along the taut cheeks of her buttocks, sending stabbing messages of intense sexual want through the bride.
Distantly she heard whispers around the room and they were not all girls' whispers. Again the sounds of males somewhere near and now she was unable to open her eyes. Unwilling to open them, lest she break ' the spell.
"Little cocks pointing," she heard one say. "You can see her love-flesh twitch," said another. "Look at her squirm!" This voice was panting. "Think she's going to come?" Too soon."
Kitty was again helplessly transported into a dreamlike state where persons and words and actions were no more. Only feeling, and the feeling was runaway desire. A desire to be used and to use-to love and be loved-to be possessed and to^ possess these two lovely creatures doing this sensuous thing to her body. Fleetingly the fact that it was her wedding day-that she was thinking such thoughts and had never had a sexual experience with another woman before touched her mind, then left.
A fantastically light touch, unidentifiable, drove little cries to her lips, then, grabbing at the torture-something deviling her breast, she felt the long feather. It escaped her clasp and Angela swept her hand away, then returned to the titty torture. .
"Oh, please ... I don't think I can stand it!" she moaned.
"You aren't supposed to stand it," cooed Paula's voice from somewhere low on her body. "Let yourself go as we kiss you."
Uncontrollably, her hips responded to the summons of desperate want, as she felt warm lips press against her palpitating pussy-cleft. Then the lips were gone and other lips, even hotter, took their place. Gentle nibbling of sweet satin fullness, maddening the labial flesh, then unwilling to stay outside, tonguing impudently through the crack to bring another cry from a surrendered Kitty. Another mouth was at her most secret place, and passion-mathematics suddenly added up to the realization that there must be three persons making love to her down there.
Her eyes, wide and startled, opened to stare at the ring of faces that surrounded her. Five men and the two girls were crouched over her prostrate body, all enamored of the most intimate part of her. None seemed the least surprised when they saw she had opened her eyes. And no one appeared about to continue the oral love Angela and Paula and one of those men, maybe her husband, maybe not, had begun.
"Do it for us." It was Arnold speaking and his face 42 was strangely contorted. Unlike the others, Arnold was not pretty, his cheeks were blotched with red and white spots and his eyes were dilated almost maniacally. "Play with yourself I Let us see how big it is!" Her bridegroom's voice was almost hysterical.
The awareness crept over Kitty even as she felt her last defenses collapsing, that this man had been a terrible mistake. All the magic of intellectual brilliance that seemed to surround him at the lab, all the continental self-assurance and Ivy League sophistication Arnold may have once had, was gone. She knew instinctively he was not going to be her husband, even if by law he already had just become that.
"Watch!" Kitty cried suddenly and the force of her cry made Arnold back away in surprise. "I want you all to watch what my love place for my husband looks like and what I can do to it ... what you're making me do to myself I"
Her fingers lay across the curve of her pubes and for a brief second were motionless. Then her legs were opening and the girls at either side were making room. The tender lips of her cunty gate were spreading to her fingers and every eye was focused at that one point of her body. Gasps broke from the spectators as she splayed the sunshiny-pink flesh just under her labia majora and exposed a tumid and jutting clitoris. Her love trigger was on, full display and the sensation that electrified it to be on exhibition to five men and two girls were like nothing Kitty had ever known.
"Make yourself come before us," urged Arnold and his busy arm, barely noticed by a now-possessed Kitty, said he was playing with himself. She wanted to look to see, to beg him to save himself for their lovemaking, but she was paralyzed with a greater want. An audience was waiting breathlessly to see her do it.
She squirmed and wriggled to force her calves under her thighs and lift her lower body from the mattress, then, arching brazenly to present herself, she spread her cunty lips wide and fingered inside.
"Look at it quiver!" exclaimed a hoarse male voice.
"Man, that is out of this world!" gagged another.
"Masturbate it!" Arnold croaked. "We want to see it make you come!"
"Yes!" gasped Kitty. "I will!" Her finger was strumming in busy torture of the stiff clitty. "And when I come, then you've got to hide me from all the staring!'" She stared directly at Paula and Angela.
"Promise," whispered Angela. "Oh God, you're gorgeous!"
Kitty's finger moved in a slow light touch of the hyper-sensitized clit, then, unable to restrain the need, she speeded the pace and maddened the taut trigger. Her breasts, rich and firm, were thrust in ripe exuberance from her front, and the two men at either side of her shoulders, unable to resist, dropped to the prone position to kiss the animated boobs. No one tried to stop them and Kitty was too far gone to protest.
"Uhhh ... oohhhh, yes ... OH!" She was locked in her orgasm and, for a few frantic seconds of coming, she was alone in a world that her fingers-had created. Then as she passed the crest and felt the emotion draining, she sensed a new assault-on her vagina first, then at her breasts. It was Paula, bending across her waist holding a tiny syringe, spraying a light mist which felt like a cooling balm in her furnace-heated cunty threshold.
Before Kitty could understand the sensation, it was misting across her breasts and seemed for a moment to tranquilize the feeling the two brazen males had stirred in her nipples. But the soothing was only for a moment. As the moisture evaporated, a million pinpricks of raw female want maddened her clitty and the tenderized boobs. For a last second of coherent thought Kitty wondered if the spray held an astringent, and then she had no reason power left at all, only overpowering desire.
"Oh, God . . . Arnold!" she wailed to a husband she knew must be near. "I need you!"
"After the others have you, my dear," came the thin reedy voice from the back of the circle of faces.
Kitty's arms flung wide in invitation, even as a deep hurt at Arnold's words burned in spaced-out thoughts. "Everyone of you ... kiss me to death!" She found Paula's eyes. "Put your pretty tongue inside me and make me come ... you, too, Angela."
Delighted males watched the two differently stacked, totally tantalizing girls crouched at Kitty's wide wonderful hips, stretching sensuously to obey her plea. Platinum-blonde mingled with flame-red as Angela's hair tumbled sexily across Paula's in a kind of veil, covering the lesbian moment.
The men had stripped themselves, and kneeling directly behind Angela was Paula's husband, Pete. He caught the. eye of Hal Turner and there was a short, jungle-like, fragmented second of uncertainty as the men looked at each other. Then Hah crouched at Kitty's forehead, grinned as he saw Pete's massive cock angled toward his wife's unprotected ass.
"Fuck her out of her mind, Pete," urged Hal, kneeing closer to Kitty whose eyes were squeezed tightly shut. "I'm going to be sucked by a bride."
All eyes turned quickly to Arnold to see how the groom of the most beautiful female any had seen before in their weird play would take it. Arnold was naked-wild and too preoccupied with wriggling for position to watch Paula and Angela play with his wife to even hear. In his hand was the squab-like monstrosity of aroused man-flesh which was Arnold Graber's only distinguishing mark. Somehow it seemed unfair for so thin and frail a body to boast so massive a play-organ.
When Pete nudged his prick against the luscious under-tail of Hal's wife, he was committed. This delectable platinum witch had eluded him for years and she was too locked into her girl-play with wild-bodied Kitty to know. He shoved and there was a brief stiffening of Angela's body, but no resistance. She was far gone in lesby-loving the bride. With a bullish cry he seized her hips and drove into her vagina from the rear, lip-lodging his cock-crown, readying to pump into her in the awkward coital angle.
For one startled moment Angela lifted her head from the taste thrills of Kitty's cunt and saw her husband staring intently at her as Pete urged his cock into her cunt. There was a bemused smile on Hal's lips and Angela glared angrily at him in the last split second of self-control. "Watch, Hal!" she shrieked. "I'm committing adultery right before your eyes and I'm loving a sweet virgin at the same time!"
"Yeah-yeah!" shrilled Arnold, a bridegroom beside himself with sheer delight at the momentum his friends were giving his wedding-night orgy. He watched the expression on his bride's face when her eyes caught his at that instant. Kitty was passion-maddened and at the same instant resenting the trap he'd made for her.
No way to tell her before that these were friends and not family ... he had counted on her gullibility to make her believe it. Just as he counted on her lovable nature to forgive him later and let him continue the games he was setting in motion tonight.
It had to be done on their wedding night. Arnold had determined that much earlier. One day later would have been too late. He had to hook Kitty on multiple sex and kinky sex and his sexual play the night she was wed. It was going well. , "Do it, Hal!" Arnold squealed excitedly as he watched the attempt of the male kneeling at his wife's forehead.
Hal Turner boasted a top-heavy organ and now, kneeling as close as he could get to Kitty, her lovely hair a dark backdrop to his tumultuous erection, he gripped the shaft and wigwagged it across her face. Her eyes followed the track of the pendulum swing of his cock, then closed as if disgusted. The truth was, she was shutting out all sights, giving herself totally to feeling and the feeling taking her at that instant was Angela's tongue, busy in her cunty threshold.
Angela, in a delirium of sex-joy, being fucked in clitty-crazing shallow thrusts even as she tasted sweet Kitty's passion-flesh in lesbian love, felt orgasm surge as Pete speared into her cunty threshold. Unwilling to surrender her play with Kitty as climax claimed her, Angela seized fiercely at Kitty's hips and burrowed frantically into her cunt to suppress the want to scream.
A cry of unwonted ecstasy broke from Kitty's lips, forced by Angela's tongue dividing her quim lips and driving her to the brink of orgasm. It was the signal to Hal, poised and ready at her head. One last hesitating second as he gawked at the angelic innocence of her face, eyes tightly closed against her passion, lips ovalled in surprise at the violence of her emotion. He angled his prick downward at ruby-rich lips and the gleaming crimson crown seemed wider than Kitty's mouth.
With a bullish grunt he shoved the horny penis cap into an unsuspecting oral port. The cry on Kitty's lips was stifled and her eyes flew open in disbelief. There before her eyes ram-rodded the cock-shaft. A hot gamey hugeness was filling her mouth: the proffered crown of all this delicious man-meat. The words "wedding night" kept tickling her mind's delirium. She knew now she was being used by Arnold's friends, but at the moment there was only simple want, filling her for love from whomever-friends ... family ... female . .. male....
Action all around her stopped, and only the playmate at her crotch continued the lesby-torture while the rest stared at the fellatio-frenzy that had taken the bride. Hands cupped to the sides of the shaft to keep it from leaping from her mouth, Kitty munched and siphoned Hal's cock.
To a watching Dr. Arnold Graber it was a dream coming true. For a year he had wooed Catherine Carr, R.N. in all the conventional courtship ways. But from the moment he'd seen her as a new nurse in the halls of Lebanon Hospital where he was resident pathologist, a homely and often hurt Arnold had dreamed of the day he would show his friends Kitty, his passionate bride. Show them he wasn't a character to be pitied.
Angela, Hal, Paula, and Pete had taken him into their sex-fests which they called "bundstags." While they had insisted they liked him, kinky as he was, he suspected they liked him most because they were his underlings at the hospital.
Now, equipped with wife, this-his wedding night-was to Arnold Graber the night he moved into equal status with the rest of them. He had brought to their games the prettiest body any of them had ever seen, a luscious, craving innocent with the grown-up female form and the childlike nickname "Kiddie-carr."
To Arnold his bride was the summa cum laude of all his pathology exhibits. Kitty, he intended, would from this night forward be offered to his friends in the wildest exhibitions of the root meaning of "pathology"-a study of passion. He gaped at the enflaming curvaceousness of his bride, her nude body bent, and contorted in passionate response to the clitty-loving of platinum Angela, even as she sucked the penis of Angela's husband, stuffed into her pretty lips in stiffened ripeness. Kitty's fabulously overdeveloped breasts leaped in rigid-nippled response to the sensations she was taking. Her torso, buttermilk flesh of unblemished perfection and straining curves, writhed to the taste of Hal's cock and the touch of Angela's tongue-a sea of sex-motion.
For one glazed second Kitty's eyes opened wide and filled with disbelieving wonder as she stared at her groom. Flame-haired Paula lay coiled at Arnold's side, helping him masturbate his grotesquely thick phallus, not one foot away from the startled face of his wife of less than six hours. It was at that instant that Hal's orgasm gripped him and the first racing drops of his semen charged into Kitty's mouth.
Unable to put the crazed jigsaw of her emotions together-with Angela tongue-crazing her clitoris, and Arnold actually being masturbated by another woman whose slim lower body had been twisted rudely to give a strange male full coital exposure of her cunt-Kitty suddenly dragged the ejaculating prick from her lips and aimed it directly in her face.
"Is this what you want, Arnie?" she screamed, pumping Hal's discharging phallus with a viselike grip as she gaped at her groom. "That's mine ... mine!" she shrilled as the first sparkling drops of Arnold's cum flew.
A cannonade from both cocks sprayed, taking the distraught bride across cheeks and chest, sprinkling sperm drops in her lovely brunette hair. To the spectators, it was two-man passion for a woman displayed in a never-before-watched way. Two orgasm-driven pricks were discharging their cum in open frenzy for this new member of the Bundstag. Angela, lifting her head from its burrowing deep into Kitty's crotch, saw the bride's quivering lips oval to readmit Hal's erection and claim that last of his ejaculation.
Then it was done and the bedroom was totally silent, except for the labored after-breathing of the playmates. It was Paula's Pete who moved first, disengaging himself from his coital bind with Angela and drawing her from her embrace of Kitty's lower body.
"It's time to share her," he murmured and there was no mockery in his voice as he hugged the woman he had just tried unsuccessfully to bring to climax while she loved another woman. He ground his penis, already at freshly-inflated readiness, against Angela's tummy as he brushed tumbled platinum lengths from her cheek. "I didn't bring you on, did I?" he whispered.
"How'd you know?"
"Because I fired off a volcano and you only quivered for me, but when Kitty started to come, like WOW!"
Angela's eyes dropped. "I loved our doing it, Pete," she murmured, almost inaudibly. "Specially in front of my horny hubby. But, I don't know, Kitty's so sweet and her clitty is like baby-hard. Like a baby boy's prick. It's a pricklet." Her voice rose. "And it's for everyone in the family. Right, Arnold?"
Arnold made no response. In a sudden sentimental after-attack of remorse for trapping his bride into such sexual chaos on her wedding night, he was crouched at her side, staring down at her beauty. Long dark lashes concealed her eyes; unsmiling lips parted slightly in a suggestion of pouting let a little drool of Hal's semen slither down the curved perfection of her chin to her ivory-perfect throat. She lay there nude and conquered, breasts heaving in slow, quieting post-orgasmic yearning. The nipples stood proud and turgid, nearly transparent in sunshiny-pink freshness, almost as though they had known excitement for the first time. But not satisfaction.
Her restless writhing against an invisible antagonist told the story of her lack of fulfillment in the action just finished. Kitty's pubic mound, a prominent hillock at the meeting of her smoothly tapered thighs, seemed to pulse, and her lovely legs, spread without modesty before the audience, opened to spectator view her love-lips. The pussy-cleft seemed to move visibly in palpitating readiness. Arnold threw an arm across her midriff and dragged his frail body partially across her hips and his hard-on pressed body against her leg.
A whisper from her husband opened eyes that had been closed against whoever was next to take his place and Kitty stared bewildered into Arnold's face. "I need you," she moaned, hugging the man in fierce possessiveness. He was ugly naked, but in that moment Kitty knew if he would end all this he would be forever beautiful as her man. "Please, Arnie ... cuh ... con ... sonnn ..."
"What, darling?" he bent to mouth juicily at $he protruding nipple just under his chin. "What do you want me to do?"
"Ohhhh, Arnie ... could ... couldn't we consooo . . . consummate our . . . our marriage?"
"Yes, Arnold, do it .¯." Angela's eyes were wet with tears of mixed feelings. Pity for a girl who had drawn Arnold Graber, M.D., for a husband and hope for herself that after once with Arnie, Kitty would want anything but her husband. "Take her, Arnold!"
Graber twisted atop Kitty and glared at Angela. "And spoil the Bundstag? Never! First she shows love for all my family and you ..." He grabbed Angela's wrist with one hand and Paula's with the other. "You two will be her love pillows!"
He wrenched Angela and Paula over onto their backs, heads-to-tails to provide a field of action if the girls wanted each other, then, cackling shrilly, seized Kitty's arms and dragged her unceremoniously on her back across the succulent eagerness of the two female forms.
"Show her glans clitoris to this austere assembly of the medical community," ordered Arnold in a voice cracking with emotion at the sight of the three outspread nude dazzlers displaying their wealth to five males.
"Show them, Angela," hissed Paula, her hand creeping around the wide contour of Kitty's hip and moving toward the crotch.
With a kind of jungle savagery, the two splayed Kitty's labial flesh and exposed an erected clitoris, standing with all the fervor of a cock, projecting its need with the same sweet eagerness as her nipples.
"It's a pricklet! Play with it again!" demanded Arnold, wriggling on his knees to a position that would give him the best view of all three females.
Robot-like, surrendered to the inescapable truth that she had married a freak, Kitty's fingers found the hyper-sensitized nubbin of her clit and began to strum, even as she began to chant in echo of Arnold's clinical pretense.
"This is my glans clitoris . . . it's really my prettiest part ... this is my glans clitoris ... it's really my aaahhhh....!"
Her body was an irresistible invitation to the male spectators as the finger-triggered orgasm stormed every muscle in her body and turned Kitty into a writhing inferno of female want atop the gorgeous flesh-mattress of Paula and Angela.
"I want her first," howled Pete and, still agonizing at his failure to bring Angela on, he threw himself across the bride and without warning stuffed his erection through the yielding quim lips.
Paula, turned on by the sensual madness of husband Pete's being first to take the bride in intercourse on her wedding night, dove between Angela's legs for comfort. Quick return of the affection as Angela, wriggling to position under the copulating pair atop them," found the moist and fluttering vulva of her favorite playmate.
Once mounted, Pete abruptly slowed his pumping thrusts, determined to milk his love of Arnold Graber's wife to the fullest. Graber was a guy whose guts Pete had long hated for his superior attitude in the hospital lab, and his weakness in a full sexual role. He grinned evilly at the maniacal longing in Arnold's eyes as he watched Pete slowly drag his, sopping dick from Kitty's vagina.
"Lookie, Arnie old buddy," he crowed. "I'm takin' virgin cunt. Your wife's! Goddamn it man, she has the sweetest snatch a man ever fucked into! Look at it!" He had withdrawn the long shaft of his cock almost to its extremity, the bulbous protruding ledge of the purplish crown just beginning to show. His eyes were baleful as they stared into Arnold's. "Look at her twat jump for wantin' me!"
"Darling! Darling!" squealed Arnold, pounding his uncontrollable erection as he threw himself across Kitty's hip and wormed between their bodies. "Pretty Kitty's pussy is all puffy!"
The incredulous guests of Arnold Graber s wedding night watched the kinky pathologist lick voraciously at the wide-stretched cunty flesh, while Pete held himself braced away from Kitty's trembling frame.
"Oh, my God . . . Arnold . . . I'm coh . . . cuh . . . cominnggg!" wailed the tortured bride, unable to stand the pressure of Pete's swollen corona against her clit and the inflammatory licking of her husband's tongue.
Arnold barely escaped being crushed as Pete dropped across Kitty's frame with a bullish roar, plunging full cock-power to the hilt and letting his ejaculation fly wildly into the frenziedly clutching vagina.
Behind Pete crouched Hal, and then Frank, and after Frank, Ted. One after another they ravished the reluctantly surrendered glories of Kitty Carr, each showing new ecstasy stars to their trapped playmate. In the sensual whirlpool of assault by four coitally-wild men, Kitty loved them back with abandon, feeling an irrevocable contempt for Arnold grow as he played with himself time after time, refusing to take her in the many opportunities presented.
"Catherine Carr is Kitty Carr and she's a kiddie-car!" chortled happy Hal when he disengaged a second time and knelt to watch the next in line. "And is she ever a ride!"
"But she's a Graber now," laughed the newest male mounted atop the bride. "That's pronounced Grabber ... not Graber. God, what a tight box! She really is a virgin, Arnie, baby!"
No more, tumbled the cock-delirious thoughts of Kitty. She remembered what now seemed incongruous and silly-that she had held herself chaste through years of temptation, going only so far in her sex play on dates. And all that self-control had come to this.
By morning light the chalet was deserted and she lay in the massive bed that was to have been the heaven of her introduction to life with Arnold Graber. Now, looking across at the slender wisp of a kink who had disgraced her and himself in the name of something called a "Bundstag," she knew she was looking at a dreadful mistake.
For two years the mistake went on. Each meeting with the Horsts and Turnbottoms and their friends and their friends' friends was worse and more personally humiliating to Kitty, once the orgy wonder was past. At last, without a word of warning, Kitty took herself to the attorney, quietly declared her intention to divorce Arnold, and warned him if he tried to stop her she would embarrass him at the hospital. She had to get out of this pretense at marriage some way.
Not once in the two years had Arnold ever had a normal one-for-one heterosexual experience with Kitty. In at least thrice-weekly meetings he had put her on display as a nymph who couldn't do normal things but had to exhibit her glorious body and make others watch her get her kicks. All of it was a he and a cover-up for Arnold's personal problem. He had gotten what he wanted-status with his friends as having been able to produce a gorgeous female as his wife-a wife who was to be his slave and the dumb object of his autoerotic play. Until the divorce.
"I'll kill the sonofabitch!" growled Kitty's brother as she ended the account of her misery.
"Don't, please . . ." Her arm shot across his middle. "I never thought we'd do what we did a while ago, but I never thought a lot of things ... and I ... I want you to fuck me very hard with that giant." She stared at his muscled magnificence. "You could kill him, I know, but then they'd send you to jail and ... and, well, it's all over now and it's awful to think of you wasting away in a cell someplace." She glanced across the bronzed and rippling power of his torso and stared fixedly at his fierce erection. "Besides, ifs all over with Arnold now. Just today I went back to my maiden name so I'm Kitty Carr again. God, Barry, I've got to ask something."
"Ask." '
Her fingers crept to the base of his turbulent cock. "The minute I started tellin' you all the devil things Arnold did, you got hard and huge. What would you have done if you had been at the wedding night ... like ... you know, at that Bundstag. Would you have taken me the way the other men did?"
Beads of perspiration broke suddenly on Barry's brow. "Gosh, sis, I don't know. Arnold was a rat and I'd like to punch the bastard silly for makin' you do those things, but honest, I don't know. I could see you just the way you looked with each one of the guys and jeez, I can't help myself, I guess. I'd like to have been any one of 'em, or Angela or anybody who got to kiss you and ... well, damn it ... to fuck you out of your skull."
Kitty shivered visibly and her fingers crept up the thick white stalk of Barry's phallus. "One reason I love my brother is he's honest Yd he if I pretended it wasn't fun, but that's where I'm mixed up and part of the reason I'm home, I guess. I feel like a failure as a wife to Arnold. Even if he is a creep, it hurt my ego not to make him want me as his lover more'n anything. So, I guess I just feel likea failure as a wife for any man ever."
"Gosh, Kitty, don't!" he exploded. "Any halfway normal guy'd go outta his tree loving you. He wouldn't make you exhibit your clit or play with yourself or screw all his friends or hang you by your heels while he-"
"Whaaaatt?" Kitty pushed to a sitting position and stared down at the suddenly red-faced Barry. "How did you know about ..." Her voice trailed off to silence as she thought back. How could her brother have known about that freakish series? "Okay, brother mine, 'fess up! You're hiding something."
He gave a savage exclamation of disgust at himself and, giving a gentle shove, toppled her to her back, mounting her in one continuous motion. "There's only time for a quickie before the others get home, so I'm goin' to tell you how I know, while I give you something to sleep on. Kiddie-car ... that's a helluva name!"
"Oh, dooo," cooed Kitty, snuggling her thighs together to block the entry of Barry's cock-crown. "Little brother, confess."
"I snuck around your place one night up there in the village. I'd heard you were goin' nuts with this creep Graber and I guess I came to find out if you needed help."
"You saw?" She tightened her thighs and fought against the sweeping of lightheaded dizziness that wanted to let the phallus in.
"Damn right! I was hiding in your hall closet when this bunch of clowns arrived. Then Arnold led you, all covered in that loose-fitting Hawaiian thing 'luau' gown he called it-straight to the middle of your living room."
Her eyes were saucer wide. "You were out in the hall watching?"
"Behind that big tropical plant. I should have busted in then, but you had that look on your face that made me wonder if you wanted to play. What'd Arnold call it, 'suck roulette'?"
She nodded. "It was his idea, that harness that held me upside down suspended from the rope from the ceiling. He had a real horsewhip and once, when I refused, he gave me a taste of the tip of it and I never refused again till I ran. He'd spin me slow and round and round I'd go in the middle of a circle of at least twelve males. It just drove them nuts and me nuts, too, once I gave up and did it. I must have looked like a witch!"
"A sexy witch," grunted Barry. "Your hair is so long it almost touched the floor and your breasts stuck out even more'n usual and that's what stopped me. You really had titty hard-ons while they made you do it"
"Titty hard-ons," mused Kitty. "That's what it felt like. You know, those games went on most of a night. Arnold wouldn't let me down till I had sucked off every one of his guests. And if I stopped in front of someone I'd done before, even just done, I had to do him again unless he let me off. But whaf'd you do the night you came spyin?"
"I went out of my mind," he admitted. "You had me confused and I thought maybe you'd flipped and, well, hell, I went Peeping Tom. I pulled it out of my pants and I jerked myself off and then I snuck out the way I came."
"Just once?"
"Huh?"
"You only jerked off once over what you saw?" Kitty's eyes twinkled mischief and her body under his squirmed to open a passage for his copulation. "Truth time, brother."
"All right, so I did it a bunch ... till I wore myself out."
"How many times."
"Who counts?"
"I count," she giggled. "So far tonight I count only one true heterosexual act and I'm afraid you're all wind."
"Damn!" His body English ground the epithet into the mattress along with the wriggling rapture-driven Kitty. In fast demanding thrusts he drove her lavish contours against the firm resistance of the Seeley and, in quick mounting excitement, they reached together for their ecstasy.
"Oh, Barry, I'm home! I'm home," moaned Kitty moments later when they lay separated and holding hands in the semi-darkness. "Oh, thank you for getting by my hang-ups."
"Mmmmhh." He seemed preoccupied. "So, what do you figure Princeton has to offer now that you've come back?"
"It has lots. I'm going to enroll in Merriweather and take my Masters. An R.N.M.S. can just about pick her work."
"What's your pick?"
"Promise you won't laugh?" She waited for his nod before going on. "I'm going to take grad study on the subject of libido and virility and fertility in the male. See, they have this great lab at Merriweather and I've already signed up. They seem to like me and I'll be part of the Testing Clinic and Center experimental staff. Lots of privacy to do my own research on the subject."
"Like what's to be researched about male virility? Thought they knew all."
"As long as they don't know what makes an Arnold into a man hung up his way or what makes another male unable to produce sufficient motility in his sperm flow, they don't know much. I want to learn and maybe that's selfish. Next time round I intend to be a lot more choosey and know what turns a man on, too."
"Baby, you already know all that." Barry rolled to his side and let her see what was happening anew at his groin. Her eyes brightened, then dulled. k
"Damn! I just heard a car turn into the drive. Must be Mom'n Daddy and Dennis back."
With an oath Barry grabbed for her hips as she tried to slide from the bed. "Quick! Let me shove it in real fast and give you something to dream about."
"Go way!" squealed Kitty, dragging herself from his clasp. "Tomorrow. Everyone will be out before nine and I don't have to be at the hospital till ten. See you. Bye-bye." Snatching her bikini pants from the floor, she dashed for the door, then paused just before exiting. "And thanks, big brother. Barry ... don't!"
He was spread-eagled on the mattress, his phallus fully inflated, begging her return to its horny invitation. No reply, as he stared at the stacked nude poised at his door and pounded fiercely at his cock. "This is what Dennis does a bunch over you, too!"
"Damn you!" she cried, dashing from the temptation and deliberately leaving the door ajar to make his self-play complicated as the sound of the kitchen door opening reached up the stairwell.
"Everyone asleep up there?" called Dixie Carr to her two oldest children.
There was no answer from the second floor.