Chapter 3
Bernice was standing in the kitchen waiting for Bill when he got home. The moment he stepped through the kitchen door, she planted her hands on her hips.
"Well, it's about time!" she said. "Where in the world have you been? You look a mess. Whatever have you been doing? The oven is already preheated. What do you want for dinner-spaghetti, turkey, meatloaf, or haddock?" She spun towards the refrigerator, her Dorothy Hamill hairdo bouncing as if she were doing a shampoo commercial.
"Well, what'll it be, Mr. Inconsiderate?" She held the freezer door open. A cloud of condensed air rose toward the ceiling. "Quickly, before the ice cream melts."
"Haddock," Bill said. He didn't really care for it, but it was the only item he could remember of those Bernice had rattled off.
Bernice yanked a TV dinner from the freezer, tore open the paper box containing it, and slid the aluminum tray into the oven next to two others already inside. "You almost missed your dinner, William. I don't have time to stand around all day cooking for you, you know. There's a ladies' auxiliary meeting at the church tonight. I have to leave here by seven."
"It's just past four," Bill said, seating himself at the kitchen table to look through the pile of mail waiting for him. "I think you'll make it in time."
"Easy for you to say," Bernice said, flopping down in a chair across from him. "When will you ever learn that a woman needs time to prepare herself before she goes out?"
"You look fine to me," Bill said, glancing at her.
She was dolled up in a green dress, panty hose, and earrings. Despite her dumpy personality and frigid cunt, she was still quite a looker. As she crossed her legs and kicked off her shoes, Bill felt a tingle in his groin, and his cock began to stiffen. If he was half a man, he'd lay her right there on the kitchen table.
"I've worn these old things all afternoon at the bridge club. I can't be seen in them again this evening. It's just not done." Bernice picked up the mail Bill had cast aside and started going through it. "By the way, you still haven't explained to me where you've been and why you're such a mess."
"I decided to go down to the river for a swim. Bobby went along with me."
"Really?" Bernice looked up at him as if she were looking over the tops of her glasses-only she didn't wear glasses. "What's happening, William, are you regressing to your youth? Turning senile already? Who do you think you are, Huckleberry Finn?" She chuckled at her wit. "When will your raft be done?"
"The kid was going down there for a swim, so I tagged along. The water was great. You ought to try it sometime. Maybe it would put a little zip back in your bones."
"I have plenty of zip in my bones, William. What's more, my mind is still sharp, which is more than I can say for you. Running off like a little boy to go swimming with your little girl's boyfriend, William. Really! What next?"
"Would you rather have your little girl's boyfriend busy entertaining your little girl up in her bedroom while your little girl's mother is off playing bridge all afternoon?" Bill said.
Why in the hell was he trying to defend himself? And why was he suggesting hanky-panky between Bobby and Carla when nothing worth mentioning had even happened between the teens? Habit, he answered himself. Accusations and argument were their only means of communication.
"Just like you. William!" Bernice said. Her dark eyes travelled back and forth over a letter she was holding. "Just like you-always trying to shift the guilt to me. But it won't work, William. I've done all that's possible to turn my little girl into a respectable young woman. If there's anyone who should feel guilt, William, it's you. I know you, dear. I do believe that if that vile young boy you went swimming with this afternoon were to attempt to violate our dear daughter's honor that you would simply shrug. 'Boys will be boys,' you'd say. Well, let me tell you, William, I'd have the little beast hung by his gonads if I ever found out."
Bill smiled. If she only knew what was going on in his own mind! If she only knew that he'd fucked Carla countless times in his daydreams! Goddamn, she'd have a.stroke on the spot!
Bernice waved the letter she'd been reading at Bill. "This is it," she said. "The answer to our little problem. Carla won't be staying home all alone during our trip to the district conference."
"District conference? I thought we'd decided not to go this year."
The week-long district conference of Southern Baptists that Bernice dragged Bill to every June was the thing he dreaded most in life. He dreaded it more than death. This year he thought he'd been spared. Carla, growing as pigheaded as her mother as she progressed toward adulthood, had put her foot down this year and had absolutely refused to go to the conference.
Bernice had pouted nearly a month, trying to make Carla feel guilty and change her mind, but Carla would not be moved. She would not go to the conference, and that was that!
"Well, then none of us shall go," Bernice had said. "We are certainly not going to leave a mere child home alone for a week."
Carla had protested, obviously wanting nothing better than to have the house to herself for a week, but Bernice wouldn't budge.
"We shall all stay home, and that is that!" Bernice had triumphed over her upstart daughter, but regardless, Bill had been in heaven. No goddamned sin conference this year!
"I knew the Lord would find a way," Bernice raved. "We shall go, darling, you and I. And little Carla shall have a week of wholesome nature-study with my dear sister and her divine children on the ranch. I wrote her only last week, and here's her God-sent reply: 'Dear Bernie, send Carla along. The children are dying to meet their cousin and so am I. I haven't seen her in over ten years, you know. How she must have grown!' And she goes on and on about how tickled she and Fred and the kids were over my letter."
While Bernice raved on and on about how excited she was about getting to go to the conference after all, and about her sister Brenda's letter, and about how good and wholesome a week on the ranch would be for Carla, and on and on and on-Bill lapsed into a daydream:
Brenda! Hot, delicious Brenda! Had it not been for Brenda, Bill would have never married Bernice. Bill had really only married Bernice under the mistaken impression that the two sisters must perform alike in bed.
Brenda, though a few years older than Bernice and already engaged to Fred when Bill came into the picture, nevertheless gave Bill the hottest fucks of his life. Brenda and Bill fucked secretly nearly up to the day Fred married Brenda and took her away to the ranch, and Bill, convinced that Bernice would be just as hot in bed when he finally got her there, married Bernice shortly thereafter. It had been the mistake of his life!
Oh, Brenda, why couldn't it have been you instead of Bernice that I married, Bill thought.
In those days, between when Bill met Brenda and when Fred took her away to the ranch, Bill and Brenda fucked like mink. Fred was working on a road-gang then, and he got to town only on weekends, so Brenda and Bill had the weekdays to themselves. And hot days they were! They'd sneak down to the river a lot, and after a skinnydip, they'd go at each other like there was no tomorrow.
Neither Fred nor Bernice ever suspected a thing.
Bill's last fuck with Brenda came only two days before Brenda's wedding. It was a clear, sunny day in June, and they were lying on a blanket spread over the warm sand of the riverbank.
"Why Fred?" Bill asked. "Why not me?"
Brenda stretched her long beautiful body. The sunlight glanced off her golden belly. Her pink nipples stood up hard in the breeze, beaded with droplets of water. They'd just come out from swimming. She turned toward him and scratched his lean teenage abdomen with her sensual fingernails.
"You're too young, Billy, honey. And I'm ready to get married now."
Her hand slid down to his prick and closed around it. His young cock bloated up instantly and throbbed in her warm hand.
"And then there's the matter of Fred's cock. It's the biggest one I've ever seen. Not that yours isn't just fine. I mean, you're a real stud! Mmm, what do you have here-about eight inches? But Fred's got ten, honey. Honest to God! Ten hard inches! And I'd be dishonest to pretend that I don't want that big thing more than anything else in the world."
For a moment, Bill was stunned. Then he felt knots forming inside him. He swallowed. For the first time since he'd been a young boy, he felt like crying.
Brenda kissed his flat lower belly. "I'll never forget you, darling. You've kept me sane these last six months. And I'll never forget you, Mr. Stud." She bent his hard cock up to her mouth and kissed the bloated head. "You're one hell of a hot young fucker."
Tears welled up in Bill's eyes, and he began to sob. But before he could break down entirely, Brenda opened her warm mouth and swallowed his aching young cock. Brenda sucked cock like no girl Bill had ever met, and Bill's sobs turned to groans of pleasure. Brenda's tongue churned at the magic pleasure spot on the underside of Bill's supersensitive teenage cock, and Bill was lost. He spread his arms out as if crucified and let his young loins hump spontaneously in response to Brenda's hot sucking.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, ohhhhh, feels so good!" Bill whispered.
Brenda slurped loudly. "Mmmmmm, stud, such a hunk of meat!" She rolled his humming nuts in her soft hand. "Mmmmmm and these big sweet balls bubbling with jism. Oh, I want it! I wanna taste it!"
Beautiful warm sensations filled Bill's young loins. He felt all prickly between the legs. Even his young asshole tingled. He spread his legs wide, letting Brenda slide her hand up under his ass. Her finger stroked up and down his moist asscrack until it found the twitching little pucker.
Bill knew what Brenda was going to do, and he wiggled his ass to show her that he wanted it. Brenda's finger wriggled at the entrance to Bill's tight little asshole, then slipped inside it to the hilt. Bill groaned. "Ohhh, Brenda!" His. hot teenage ass squirmed as Brenda massaged his asshole. His young cock jerked in her hand like a landed trout trying to escape a fisherman's strong grip. Brenda knew how to make a young guy feel great!
"Beautiful, Billy darling, just beautiful!" Brenda licked up and down the underside of his quivering cock. Her hot tongue flicked down under his nuts, then up and down across them until she had his nuts jerking in their tight sac.
Bill knew he couldn't hold out long. His nuts throbbed to release their jism. His asshole pulsated unbearably as Brenda fingerfucked his asshole. His prick stood straight up as if carved out of stone. The blue veins gnarled around it looked about to burst. The cockhead glowed.
"Suck me, Brenda," he moaned. "Suck my dick. Suck me off. Ohhhh, Brenda, yessss."
Brenda giggled as he pleaded with her to suck his cock, then cooed like a baby getting its bottle as she closed her warm lips around his prick. Her head moved down until his cockhead lodged in her throat. Her lips nestled in Bill's soft pubic hair. Warm saliva oozed out over Bill's nuts.
Bill thought he'd die. It felt too damn good to bear. But it got better.
Brenda began fluttering her throat muscles. Brenda was good at that. She could use her throat as if it were her cunt. She massaged the sensitive areas on and around Bill's cockhead using her throat muscles alone.
Bill couldn't stand it. He humped at her pretty face. His cock slid down her throat another inch. Her warm spit drenched his balls like pussyjuice.
Brenda choked, but she tried to force his prick down her throat even deeper. She seemed to want to swallow his balls too. But with Bill's eight thick inches of stud-cock and his nuts the size of big plums, her pretty little mouth just wasn't big enough.
"Oh, Jesus!" Bill muttered. "Let me taste your pussy, Brenda. Quick, before I come!"
As Bill watched the hot girl suck him off, his eyes traveled own her writhing young body. The moment he saw her juicy ass he knew he had to have a taste of the hot meat between those big asscheeks and between those quivering thighs.
Brenda was up over him in a second. Her mouth never released his cock as she positioned herself, and Bill almost shot as her hot soft mouth wound around his cock. Her asscheeks spread lusciously as she lowered her asscrack and crotch to his lips. Her pussy was excited and dripping. Hot pussy-juice rained down on Bill's face.
Bill moaned and shoved his tongue up inside her.
Brenda was tasty. Young Bill, though still young, had already tasted the juicy crotches of a half-dozen excited teenage nymphettes. But none had tasted as sweet and sexy as Brenda's. Brenda was a bitch among bitches. Bill could suck on her pussy all day and all night. He could chew on those fat hairy slabs of cuntmeat forever.
Brenda's head snapped up off his cock. "Ohhhh, Billy, yes'sss, eat me! Suck my pussy! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, feels so good!"
Brenda swallowed up Bill's cock again, and Bill shoved his tongue straight up her cunt. His nose nestled against her asshole pucker, and as he churned his tongue inside her hot wet cunt, the moist little pucker opened-enough to let his nose slip inside it an inch.
Brenda wiggled her ass. Fuck my ass, she seemed to be saying, fuck my ass with your sexy nose!
Bill could hardly believe it-his nose buried up Brenda's hot juicy ass! He wanted to cry out in excitement, but all he could do was mumble into Brenda's wide-open cunt. He could barely breathe. He was smothering, drowning in a sea of hot female flesh. But he didn't care. He couldn't think of another way he'd rather die.
Brenda smelled so good! She tasted so good! She felt so good! He wished he could crawl up inside her warm body and stay there forever.
Brenda got another finger up Bill's young asshole and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Her tongue washed wild circles around his cockhead as her head bobbed up and down. With her free hand, she massaged his nuts. Her hard young clit quivered and jerked against his tongue. Her asshole sucked at his nose. Her pussy swam around his tongue. Her big warm tits rubbed back and forth against his excited young belly. She whimpered and cooed with female pleasure and excitement. All of a sudden, she was coming!
Bill thought she'd suck his tongue and nose right off. Her orgasm made her entire body tense and jerk as if with convulsions. She wailed deep in her throat. Pussyjuice washed over Bill's face like hot water squeezed from a sponge. Bill could sense all of her hot naked body tingling with such excitement that he could feel millions of tiny electrical prickles passing from her flesh into his own. His prick felt like it was bloating up another six inches. His balls churned.
Brenda stabbed at his asshole with her two fingers, and Bill came.
He could feel the jism shooting through the length of his prick like molten metal. He spread his arms and legs wide and let his lithe young body jerk, let his loins fire his jism down Brenda's throat, let Brenda drown him in her pussyjuice, let the breeze nip his sweaty young toes, let the sunshine lick up and down his smooth golden thighs. He imagined himself a young god being made love to by the earth and the heavens. It was the best orgasm of his life. Never before and never after would he experience such intense sexual pleasure.
He was shaking all over.
"Darn it, William, answer me! What's wrong? Should I call an ambulance? Oh my, it's your heart! I just know it!" Bernice was shaking him by the shoulders. Her face was the palest he'd ever seen it.
Bill broke out laughing. He almost fell out of his chair.
"You mean you've been joking?" Bernice asked. Her face went from greenish-white to crimson in a split second. "Well! I never! William, what's come over you? You are going senile-I just know it! First running off like a schoolboy to swim in a mudhole, and now pretending that you're having a heart-attack. Lord, what am I going to do with you?" Bernice flopped back into the chair, shaking her head.
"I'm sorry, dear," Bill said, trying to appease her. He felt himself flushing suddenly from embarrassment. He realized that if Bernice hadn't shaken him when she had that he would have experienced his first wet daydream-and right there in front of Bernice! Then, without even thinking, he said, "I think it's an excellent idea to send Carla off to see Brenda and her family while we're at the conference."
Bernice looked stunned. "You do?" she half-whispered.
It was the first time they'd agreed on anything in years. Obviously Bernice was now more confused than ever over Bill's unpredictable ways today.
"Yes, Bernice, I think Carla will profit by a week away from the city. It'll be her first time traveling by herself, and the experience will do her good. And I think Brenda and the family will do her good. She'll see how a family other than her own gets along day to day, and she'll at last get to meet cousins she's never seen."
"Why, William, I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. I thought you'd be up in arms over the idea. I'm so glad you're on my side for once. If I know my sister, she'll tame Carla of her uppity ways of late. Carla will return home a more respectable young woman.
Bill smiled. If there was anyone Bernice didn't know, it was Brenda!