Chapter 8
"It looks like Harlem," Barbie confided to her sister-in-law as they strolled through the market place of Princess Royal. Black faces, brown faces, cream-colored faces-every shade of complexion imaginable. The town was old and picturesque, in a rather impoverished fashion, and Barbie stood looking a long time at baskets of bright fresh fruit, at live pigs offered for sale and do-it-yourself butchering, at fish still salty from the sea in which they'd been caught. "The people, I mean," she added. "The rest of it-wow! It's like something out of a story book. Or a pirate movie."
A blind singer was strumming a worn guitar and singing a catchy, rhythmic spiritual as his fingers picked the strings in an intricate pattern that never repeated itself precisely- Barbie's foot began to tap with the music. And it was good to lose herself in something, because then she didn't have to remember last night too sharply.
It had been so terrible she couldn't forget, no matter how she tried to concentrate on the blind singer and his guitar.
After Lorna's departure, she and Ken stayed a table for a glass of sweet red wine, and then they, too, went up to their suite to catch some rest. Rest? He was on her like a maniac almost as soon as the door closed behind them! Stripping the clothes from her trembling body, carrying her to the bed, then on it with her, as soon as he'd taken off his pants and shorts. He hadn't even bothered removing his shirt! Just down with his undershorts, allowing his already stiff cock to jump out like a jack-in-the-box and then-God!
"Please, I'm not ready," she implored, fending away his kisses, twisting her legs so he couldn't get his hands between them. "No, Ken, stop! Dear God, don't-"
Prayers didn't help, nor did tears. He stretched her out, an unwilling bride, and he wedged her legs apart with his knees, and then he fell forward, guiding his cock straight to the mouth of her pussy. Her cunt was dry. She was unready, she screamed as his cock plunged inside, and she slapped at his face, cussing him, begging him to ;top.
But Ken was like a stranger atop her. He'd never treated her this way before. Whenever she complained of discomfort or pain, he would always stop and try to soothe her dreads and fears But not this time. His cock lunged into her tight cunt, and she felt her hole-opening-not widely, but enough to give him a beachhead for deeper plunging
"Oh, no," she moaned, "what's wrong with you? You bastard! You animal! Get off me! Oh, Jesus, it hurts!" Her voice broke and her eyes filled with hot, big tears which, thankfully, blurred her sight of Ken's face, twisted and contorted with passion.
Passion? He was splitting her with his dick! She winced as he took another inch of penetration, and she knew that he was tearing her delicate cunt to shreds. If she hadn't been so dry, she'd have been certain that she was bleeding all over the sheets.
"Fuck me, Barbie," he groaned. "Please-for once, will you just fuck me?"
"I can't," she whimpered. "It hurts too much."
He thrust, still deeper, and she found that pain had many different aspects, some of which she was even now discovering for the very first time. She writhed beneath him, struggling to elude the stabs of his prong, but it was firmly inside her cunt and she couldn't escape no matter how she tried. Ken thrust furiously six or seven times, stabbing her to the very womb with each plunge, and he made a curious raspy-voiced sound-as if he were in fully as much pain as the young woman whom he fucked so cruelly, so thoughtlessly. She bucked this way, that way, away from him, towards him, and for the briefest moment the agony threatened to give, to become something quite different.
Barbie's eyes opened wide, her body unsure how to react. She thrust against her husband, all unconsciously, as though her pussy had suddenly grown to love what he was doing. But the feeling was swift in its coming, swifter in its passing. Ken thrust once more, stabbing more deeply than before, and Barbie's mouth opened in a scream of horror. And then her voice failed completely. Only a raw hacking sound issued from her overused throat as Ken rocked and plunged his way to a shuddering climax deep inside her ravaged pussy. He collapsed upon her, sighing, groaning, a dead heavy weight smothering Barbie. She pushed at him, sobbing, and he finally took the message. He pulled his dick from her gash and dismounted.
"I'm sorry," he said weakly, lying beside her, trying to caress away her tears. "You can't understand. I had to do that. It was-I wanted to-"
"I don't want to hear what you wanted to do!" Barbie shouted.
One hand clutching at her pussy, where his cum seeped through the raw, ravished lips, her other hand wiping the tears from her eyes, she hurried to the bathroom to cleanse herself. She didn't come out until he was asleep. And even then, she couldn't bear to share his bed. Gathering up some sheets and a pillow, Barbie went into the other room of their suite and made herself a resting place on the couch. It was comfortable enough, and she needed to be alone.
How could he have used her that way? she asked herself, crying her way to sleep. She was trying to learn, trying to make herself a good wife to him, but it couldn't happen overnight. Oh, she knew he'd fucked other women before she came along. Not too many, he had told her, not going into details. And apparently he was growing frustrated because she couldn't give him what those other women had. Perhaps she shouldn't blame him. But her cunt was so sore from the brutality of his screwing. And he hadn't even asked her. He'd just thrown her onto the bed and mounted her, fucking like a horny animal no matter what it cost Barbie in pain and humiliation.
Humiliation? Yes, because she couldn't give him what he needed, what he deserved from her.
"Oh, Ken," she whispered into the darkness, crying softly, "I'm trying! But please, darling-be patient with me!"
Lorna led the way down the bluff from where she'd parked the car. She was wearing a halter improvised from two multicolored scarves and a skirt which rode very low on her hips but compensated by swirling the sand as she walked. Her ass swiveled automatically as she strode and Barbie, watching from behind, wished that she had some of Lorna's feminine qualities. Next to her sister-in-law she felt inadequate. Sexually, Lorna was probably quite experienced, Barbie decided. The woman had an assured calmness that was very nearly smug, and her blue eyes were frank and inquisitive. How could Lorna even endure being around someone like her? she wondered. Mousy, skinny, too nervous and inhibited to satisfy her own husband. Oh, what a mess she was! Barbie thought.
"Isn't it lovely here?" Lorna asked, setting down the picnic basket. She pointed with one arm down the expanse of white sand and blue lapping waters which met in this little cove, so secluded and unobtrusive she'd nearly missed it while driving.
"It isn't Jones Beach," Barbie acknowledged, awed by the emptiness around them. It was as if the earth, or at least this small piece of it, had only just been created and they placed upon it. A white bird swooped from the headland above, soaring above the blue Caribbean.
"Wait till the tourists find out about Santa Catarina," Lorna said glumly. "Fat women from Ohio, spilling out of bikinis; beer cans everywhere; children screaming; and probably a big billboard right up there-" she pointed to the green-topped headland ringing the cove- "a billboard that says 'Use Feminique for a Fresher Pussy' or 'Vote for Reagan' or 'When You're in Princess Royal, Stay at the Goveneur' or something equally obscene and uncalled-for. Oh, I suppose I'm too spoiled and possessive," she went on. "If I enjoy something, I hate the thought of someone else ever touching it. Isn't that silly, darling?"
She stretched, her tits lifting awesomely in the cuddle of the scarf-halter, and Barbie envied Lorna that profile, as she envied her everything else. What would it be like, she wondered, to be beautiful and desirable and obviously supercharged sexually? Not so much for herself as for Ken. Oh, why dream? Miracles were something from the Bible, not likely in real life. She had a slim but solid body and a heart full of love, and somehow she'd make herself a good male for Ken. It would take time, but it would happen eventually.
"Mmmm," said Lorna, "aren't you going to get into the sun? God, I haven't had any for three or four days. I may turn into a pumpkin if I wait another second."
"Where can I put on my suit?" Barbie asked, looking around.
"Why not right here?" Lorna challenged." The only ones looking are me and those sea gulls. If, of course, you want to bother with anything as archaic as a suit." She untied the halter's knots and the two scarves fluttered to the ground, leaving her full, pink-capped tits suddenly free and bare. Lorna raised her hands into the air, inclined her head backward, and did a slow turnaround. "I like to air my nipples at least once a day," she said lazily.
Barbie stared in envy. Lorna was even more attractive, more natural, too, half-naked, but there was a kind of sensual innocence about her bare breasts. They weren't on display, they were merely there, a fact of nature.
Lorna unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop away. Underneath she was wearing a pair of bikini pants, tied on each hipbone. They were cut very low, and Barbie could clearly sec the crack of her sister's-in-law ass. Wide-hipped, long-legged, tanned everywhere Barbie could see, Lorna was magnificent. There was no other word for Ken's sister.
Lorna turned, tits jiggling, eyebrows lifting. "Are you going to sit around getting sand all over your pantsuit?" she challenged. "I don't know about you, Barbie-doll, but I came out here to swim and sun." Turning away, she marched down to the water's edge, and the incoming waves broke around her shapely feet-Barbie stood up, unbuttoning her jacket-blouse. She removed it, then her slacks, and stood in her underwear, extracting her bikini from her beach-bag. Her eyes moved towards Lorna, who was nipple-deep in the water by now, and she wondered if there was any reason she couldn't imitate her sister-in-law and go in topless. Why not? she asked herself, growing bolder. There was no one to see-no one except Lorna and the seagulls. She'd never been even partially nude in the open before. Maybe it would be good for her, help her loosen up. Ken would appreciate any loosening she could do. Barbie took off her brassiere and stuffed it, along with her bikini top, into the beach bag. Quickly she removed her underpants and slipped into her bikini bottom.
The air touched her nipples and blew along the curves of her small round tits, and she understood what Lorna had meant. It was a very satisfying feeling, much nicer than being confined in a bikini bra. She cupped her tits from beneath, offering them to the wind and the sun, and then she went towards the water and towards Lorna.
"Is it cold?" she asked, nearing the little lapping waves.
"Perfect," Lorna called from farther out. "Come on in!"
The water was cold, chilling Barbie's toes where she stuck one foot out to meet the waves, but it was a delicious kind of chill and she advanced bravely. A seagull swooped and veered overhead.
By the time she'd joined Lorna, she was used to the water's coolness and it was very pleasant. Lorna's tits floated on the rippling waves, the pink nipples hard and pointing-pointing right at her! thought Barbie with a slight blush. Her own nips were stiff, too, little brown extensions standing out on the rounded contours of her tits, but she was several inches shorter than Lorna and her tits were demurely hidden beneath the water's blue surface.
"It feels nice," Barbie admitted, loving the way the undercurrent of the tide swished and played around her breasts' curves. "Maybe I've been too inhibited too long."
They sported in the water for a time, till Lorna noticed her flesh beginning to wrinkle, and she led the way to the shore once again. By that time Barbie felt completely natural, bare-breasted, and she threw back her shoulders in imitation of Lorna's confident stride.
Lorna sat on the blanket, munching barbecued chicken and sipping wine from a bottle cooled in the tide. "So tell me," she began, "how do you like being married to my brother? Is he balling you bow-legged?"
Barbie dropped her paper cup, staining the white sand with purple wine. "Huh?" she asked.
"You really haven't been talking much," Lorna added. "Are your jaws maybe a little sore, too? God, Barbie-doll, talk about, blushing brides! You're as red as the wine! Oh, come on, I've been around. That should be obvious. And next to doing it, I like to talk about doing it. If I'm embarrassing you, well, of course I'll stop," she lied, "but... "
She shrugged nonchalantly. "If you don't want o gossip, then I think I'll just take advantage of his incredible sunlight."
She untied the bows of her bikini pants, let the skimpy garment fall, and stood a moment, totally nude. Barbie's eyebrows lifted in admiration. Loma was gorgeous, from head to toe, the kind of girl who turned up in men's magazine centerfolds.
Loma lay face down upon the blanket, her ripe ass sticking up, its curve bisected by a well-defined crack. She glowed in the sunshine and she radiated a healthy sexuality which Barbie envied desperately.
"How about you?" Loma suggested. "Aren't you going to soak up the sun?"
Why not? Barbie thought. She stood up, looked to make sure there were no voyeurs in attendance, then removed her bikini bottoms in a quick motion. For a moment she stood uncertainly, wondering where to stretch out. The sand was very hot, and Loma was lying diagonally on the blanket.
"Oh, here," Loma said, shifting to make room. "Lie down beside me. You'll bum your ass on the sand."
Barbie settled down gingerly, a little self-conscious about being totally nude, totally defenseless, in the presence of Ken's sister. She wasn't sure whether to lie face up or face down.
"Before you get too comfortable," Loma put in, "you'd better get some suntan lotion on yourself. I'm already undercoated, but you're pretty white in places and this sun will scorch you before you know it. We're not at Coney Island, you know.
This is Sun Country." She moved towards her own beach bag and brought out a bottle of tanning oil. "On your tummy," she commanded, uncapping the bottle. "I'll smear you up good and proper."
It felt very good when Lorna applied the lotion to Barbie's back, oiling the area where her bra strap had covered the skin, but the young bride gave a sudden start when she felt her sister's-in-law fingers dance lightly across the white flesh of her ass.
"Oh!" she said in surprise.
"Cool down," Loma replied. "I'm not your husband."
She poured lotion onto each cheek of Barbie's butt and began to smooth it on, kneading the young skin with a casual ease. Smooth. Very smooth. And firm. Barbie had a muscular, tight ass, one that fit very nicely beneath Lorna's fingers. How long, she asked herself, had it been since the last time she had a girl? Forever, it seemed, though it couldn't have been more than a few weeks. Funny how you remembered the unmistakable texture of female skin, so much different from male flesh, really. She'd coated Barbie's butt completely and was still rubbing, scarcely aware of what she was doing.
Lorna shook her head. Was the sun making her giddy? "Turn over and I'll do your front."
Barbie moved slowly, one hand reaching for the bottle of lotion. "Maybe I'd better-"
"Nonsense," Lorna said. "It's your honeymoon and you're probably too tired to bother."
She filled the hollow of her hand with oil and let it ooze onto Barbie's white tits. They were attractive tits, she told herself, eyeing them as the viscous lotion rolled in slow patterns down the curving mounds.
She looked down at Barbie, for the first time really appreciating the young attractiveness of her brother's wife. The breasts small, round, firm, topped by little brown nipples that pointed outward saucily. The body slim, hence without a great deal of taper from tits to waist, or flare from waist to hips, but a trim, lithe body all the same-boyish, one night call it, but not when it lay naked before her eyes. Red hair on the pussy, with a natural part in the middle so that Barbie's pink gash was visible, the little lips protruding ever so slightly from the slit. Like Ken, Barbie was tanned primarily on the extremities. She'd apparently been wearing a very modest bikini, for there were large white patches at tits and hips.
Oh! Lorna thought, remembering that, she was supposed to be oiling her sister-in-law. Delicately, as if she were almost afraid of the act, she touched Barbie's tits and began to smooth on the lotion. Barbie squirmed at the contact and Lorna felt little muscular twitches flutter through the round, ripe tits. Her hands came down upon them, pressing, spreading the suntan oil around. I could make it with her, she thought. I really could make it with her. But she'd probably scream loud enough for Ken to hear her on his fishing boat. And she'd certainly tell him. which would insure the end of me and baby brother. Her hands lifted, only the fingers remaining in contact with Barbie's tits, and she painted on the oil in swirling circles whose centers were the upstanding brown nips.
"There," she said, a little tension in her voice. surprisingly enough. When was the last time anything had flustered Lorna Parker? God, she couldn't even remember! But she was more than a little nonplussed at the moment. Her hand shook slightly as she poured more oil into it and prepared to do Barbie's loins from the front. For a second she considered giving Barbie the oil, to do it herself, but the sight of that adorable pink pussy, smiling out from the wavy copper tendrils, was too much to ignore. She placed her hand on Barbie's groin, where the white bikini strip began, and she allowed the oil to flow onto the pale, touchable skin.
Be good. Lorna. she told herself reprovingly. She isn't a butch dancer or a switch-hitting hat-check girl. She's your brother's modest, demure little life-well, maybe not quite so demure and modest as she was yesterday, but she just has her clothes off. It doesn't mean that she's changed her entire outlook on life and morality. And if you have any plans for fucking Ken again, you'd better walk on eggs around his little lady.
She used both hands to smear on the oil, looking up from time to time to see how Barbie was taking it. The red-headed girl was lying calmly, her eyes closed against the sun's glare, but her tiny snub nose twitched now and then, and her lips were puckered tightly as if she were thinking very intently. Lorna returned to her work, smoothing-the protective lotion into Barbie's pale-skinned areas, and she was suddenly aware that at least a little of the oil should be applied to the region of Barbie's pussy. What if she got that delicate little cunt sunburned?
Be careful, she told herself again, coating the upper insides of Barbie's thighs. The redhead twitched at that, but it was merely an automatic reaction. Her legs undulated as Lorna anointed their most sensitive area, and she heard Barbie say, "That tickles!"
From anyone else she'd have considered it an invitation to get it on, but Lorna restrained herself. Barbie was certainly no lesbian-she was probably too naive even to be AC/DC-and Lorna's only chance to get close to Ken once more lay in cultivating her sister-in-law. Seducing the prime little piece was out of the question.
Wasn't it?
"Hold still," she commanded, speaking too loud. Am I nervous? Goddamned right I am! Trembling, she poured some oil onto Barbie's beaver, then reached in to spread lotion onto the white flesh beneath the wispy copper curls.
She massaged as objectively as she could, but the skin was warm from the sun, and incredibly soft to touch. Perhaps if she used both hands it would be done with faster. But it seemed as if the oil was gluing her to Barbie's flesh. She rubbed and kneaded, kneaded and rubbed, sliding her greasy fingers on the Render skin surrounding Barbie's twat, and she could not seem to pull her hands away though she knew she'd done her job and well.
Once her fingers brushed, accidentally, across the pouting lips of Barbie's puss, and she heard the red-headed girl give a muffled cry of surprise. Stop, damn it! Lorna told herself. Stop! But she couldn't.
"Oh, damn it all!" she said aloud, squeezing the cunt-mound with unrestrained passion. The slit was a warm presence upon her lotion-greasy palm and she ground her hand upon Barbie's flesh, not caring at all whether it was right or wrong or even unwise.
Barbie tried to sit up. Her eyes were open, blinking as the sun glared into them. Lorna could see wonder shining from those green irises and she was sure she'd never seen anything quite so lovely. At least not today.
"What-what-what are you-"
"Don't ask questions," Lorna begged. "Just lie back and enjoy it. I can't stop myself. I've tried-"
Oh, words seemed superfluous altogether! She lay down upon her tummy and kissed Barbie's navel, the fingers of one hand prying at the tight lips of her sister's-in-law twat.