Chapter 1
"Don't push it up so far, honey," Kathi Allerson whispered above the beat of the stereo music at poolside.
Doug Stevens grinned and let his cock soak a while in Kathi's cunt while he rested his elbows on the low, outward sloping rim of the pool enclosure. Kathi's curvy, blonde, twin sister, Wendy was splashing around in the water not over ten feet away.
Kathi was crouched below Doug on her hands and knees, her backside lifted for the slide of his prick; their actions were concealed by soft darkness and shrubs that grew around the pool area.
Kathi was supposed to be in the twins' nearby apartment, and she had been a few moments earlier. But she had sneaked out, spotted Doug standing behind the low spot in the pool enclosure; she had crawled up and had started playing with his cock while he talked with Wendy. He was posed there because Wendy had supposedly heard a sound in the shrubbery and Doug, in Kathi's absence, had walked around to investigate.
He had known the beautiful twins for over a month. They were airline stewardesses!. Anna, Doug's young brunette wife, was away visiting. With a couple of drinks under his belt he had wandered over to the apartment pool, finding only the twins present. He had fucked Kathi only once before; she was the swinger of the two. So far Wendy was the no-no type. Both girls liked Anna.
"What're you just standing there for?" Wendy asked, climbing the pool ladder, displaying a provocative length of trim but well-padded leggy pulchritude.
"I'm admiring the view," he laughed. He could move his hips and lower body without giving the scene away. Kathy was starting to backhunch on his cock; he felt her shivers of enjoyment. She couldn't quite take all of his eight thick inches.
If Wendy knew I was fucking her sister, she'd be madder than hell, he thought. And doing it practically right before her eyes. That's the kicky part of the whole scene. But I can't stand here forever. Yeahhhh, she's starting to come.
"Oh, you've seen me in a bikini before," Wendy said. She sank prettily into a chaise lounge, thighs slightly apart. The lights were good at that area of the pool rim.
"The trouble is I can hardly tell you twins apart," he said, keeping his voice even with a great effort. "I'd better stay out here a few more minutes. Some peeper might be around."
"Oh, for hell's sake!" Wendy said sharply. She reached out and turned down the volume on the portable stereo set "I wonder where Kathi is?"
"Knowing dames, I figure she's probably fixing her hair," Doug said. A faint moan from Kathi, a swift wiggling of her beautiful warm rump, said she was making it. His prick tensed, throbbed. His achy lust, unexploded for several days while his wife was away, spewed deliciously into Kathi's busily sliding cunt. He jammed his cockhead at her cervix, hearing another sweet moan of girlish delight.
"What are you doing, Doug?" Wendy asked, staring.
"Got a cramp in my big toe," he muttered, feeling the warm butt soften; a gurgle of appreciation, a last faint tightening of her cunt muscles made his come blast very satisfying. She rotated her rump teasingly, it dropped, his shrinking cock fell out of the upcurved cunny. She crawled away at his left, circled some shrubbery and disappeared in the direction of the apartment the twins shared.
"Uncramp yourself and come on over here," Wendy said. "I've been wanting to talk to you."
He slid his lowered trunks upward, snugged them around his loins and moved away from the low place in the pool wall. No sign of Kathi. She would be in the apartment swabbing her puss. In a moment he stepped up onto the pool rim patio and sank into a chair beside Wendy. He was breathing too heavily, drops of fuck sweat gathered at the nape of his neck. Very good, but much too much of a quickie.
He felt that wild elation a man knows after he's screwed a very classy broad with a fine, snug cunt. Eyeing Wendy's perfection of thigh and hip and tit was making his softened cock tingle again.
"I heard Kathi talking in her sleep about you the other night," Wendy said accusingly. "Shame on you."
"Are you the guardian of your sister's morals, beautiful?"
"Somebody should be," Wendy said, almost angrily.
"I think I should tell you I haven't made it with her yet," he lied gracefully. "But the girl always says when, not the man."
"Even so, you're married!" Wendy shot back. "Anna's a doll."
"I agree," he said, wishing he could tell the whole story about his young wife and why he was catching what he could on the side.
On a trip into central Washington over a year before, he had sold a big farmer a lot of expensive equipment; and the rich farmer had just happened to have an extremely beautiful young daughter named Anna. She had decided he was just the kind of a guy she had been looking for, and one thing had led to another.
To himself he called her his Bible Belt virgin. It had seemed almost incredible that a girl of eighteen could be as naive as Anna. The codes of conduct in the little farming, churchy community where she had been raised were straight out of squaresville. Having lived in and around southern California most of his life, he could hardly believe she knew so little about sex. It had been almost frightening. And at first, very intriguing. Enough so that he had actually married her without having fucked her. He would think about that later.
"Let me say only that Anna is still pretty much of a little girl," he said a trifle dryly.
"Well, you act like a man of the world," Wendy remarked. "Turn her into a woman."
Before he could answer, Kathi came breezily onto the patio, looking terrific in her mini bikini. She sank into a chair at Doug's left and brazenly spread her long, shapely legs.
I was in there ten minutes ago, he thought. She wants another shot.
"Did I hear voices raised in argument?" she laughed, her right knee grazing his left leg. Wendy noticed it and her lips firmed.
"You could stop tossing yourself at a married man," Wendy said very dryly.
"You're just jealous, sister dear," Kathi laughed.
Wendy flushed. She swerved her eyes from Doug's body.
Kathi's right, he thought. She knows damn well I've fucked her sister at least once, at that beach party a week ago. Wendy wants my cock, too. But she won't admit it.
"I just didn't realize, honey," Doug said banteringly to Wendy.
"You're both dirty minded and off a mile," Wendy protested.
"I always heard twin sisters were very close and could almost read each other's minds," Doug said.
Too well, honey," Kathi giggled. "Wendy wants to get in your swim trunks as badly as I do."
"Oh, damn you!" Wendy flared. She uncoiled from the chaise lounge and walked to the Hp of the pool. "I'm going in."
"She has to cool her bikini panty," Kathi laughed at Doug.
"Oh, go to hell!" Wendy said. She walked down the pool ladder. Doug watched the ripe undulations of Wendy's body; his cock began to harden again.
"Tear your greedy eyes away, honey," Kathi whispered, pushing her knee hard against his leg. "I have the same equipment. Wasn't that sneaky and fun?"
"Yeah," he murmured, winking. "When do we get seconds?"
"Since your nice young wife is going to be gone awhile, I'll slip over later tonight. Okay?"
Doug waited impatiently for Kathi's appearance. He had to admit the apartment was damned empty with Anna gone. She was up in Washington visiting her parents, of course. The very wealthy Hans and Olga Bell. Doug had been offered a partnership in the big farming operation, but that wasn't his bag. He liked selling, he knew his work, he made good money. And he liked living in Santa Barbara.
He knew enough about farming to sell equipment, and that was it. The thought of living in that staid, churchy village of Wesley where Anna had grown up gave him cold chills. If he even looked at another dame around that burg he'd be in real hot water.
His thoughts returned to Anna and their first night together.
The Holiday Inn suite he had picked for deflowering his young bride seemed ideal. The motel was on the south rim of Spokane, it had everything they needed: good food, a cocktail lounge, room service. Ever since the big church wedding with the rice and all that stuff she had seemed uptight.
She was standing now in her very proper and modest traveling outfit, fussing with her wavy brunette hair in front of the vanity mirror. During the drive in from Wesley she had kept her legs demurely together. On dates, during the courtship, she had been much more relaxed. He had kissed her eager mouth many times, he had cuddled her titties and danced with her, but that was about it.
Nice girls from Wesley just didn't go any farther until after the wedding. Shit. He was thirty-one, he had bedded plenty of broads, he was tired of waiting any longer. They were husband and wife now, it was time for fucking.
He knew all that fine rich farm land she would someday inherit had had something to do with his decision to give up his single status. She as an only child. She was pretty, reasonably smart, and she thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
She had a beautiful body. Of course he hadn't seen much of it yet, but his practiced eye had filled in. She was better looking in a nice reserved way than a hell of a lot of airline stewardesses, for which he had a certain hang-up. They gravitated toward him.
"Let's have some champagne and celebrate, sweetie," he suggested. He was parched. Her parents considered anyone who drank was evil. And he drank. Of course he had soft-pedaled it during the dating. Hans' florid German face indicated he was a secret tippler, but of course he would never admit it. He was a pillar in the church.
"Whatever you say, honey," she answered, smiling shakily.
One thing he did like about her rigid upbringing; she was used to having the man of the house be the boss. Hans ruled his empire with an iron fist. And he made it pay beautifully.
He called room service and ordered a bottle of bubbly, an ice bucket, and two proper glasses. Hans had slipped Doug a going-away present of a thousand bucks in crisp new hundreds. He had nudged Doug in the ribs and had said in a very unchurchly lowered voice.
"Be good to my Utile girl, hah?"
Surprised, Doug had winked and grinned. I'll treat her right, Hans."
"Olga, she don't tell Anna much. You show her, you know...."
"Bight," he had said confidently.
Well, it was show time for the dainty, farm-girl virgin. At least he could bet almost everything he had she was a virgin.
After the champagne she retreated into the bathroom to change. He undressed, put on his pajamas and waited. His cock was hard; he was wildly excited. She had taken only one glass of wine; she thought it was too 'sour'. She finally appeared in a modest ribboned negligee of pale lavender. When he kissed her she seemed almost stiff; her mouth warmed and yielded, but the rest of her felt frozen.
He dimmed the lights and they went to bed. He untied ribbons and worked his hand in on her bare, warm titties. He moved his right leg between her thighs. He played with the tiny nipples, trying to stiffen them. Her shivers were not the kind he was used to when he was about to make it with a dame. She was hesitant, afraid.
He rested a moment before he slipped his right hand under the hem of her nightie and in on the smooth girl flesh. He caressed her thighs, spreading them with his hand. He continued to loss her on the mouth and push his tongue between her teeth. Another shiver, her arms went laxly around his neck. His fingers reached the fuzzy warm cunt There was no hint of wetness, no eager upcurving. He fondled her hips and rump and belly and returned his hand to her cunny. He toyed with the labia and found the clit zone. A very faint response, a tightening of her arms, encouraged him. Her clit was very small, under-developed.
He teased it carefully and drove his tongue deep into her throat. He drew her right hand under the covers and brought it against his exposed, drippy-headed prick. She shuddered and gasped.
"Oh!"
It was a sound more of fright than enjoyment What the hell?
"What's the matter, sweetie?" he muttered. "Ohhh, Doug. I'm-afraid...."
He rolled away, her hand retreated from his prick. He swallowed the flood of curses that leaped to his lips. He patted her cunt
"Afraid of what?"
"You aren't using a-safety?"
"You mean a condom? A rubber? Those went out with button shoes, Anna. Don't you know how to keep from getting knocked up?"
She turned her head away. "Ohhh, I'm sorry, honey! I mean, Father uses them. I thought-"
"How do you know that?"
"I've seen them in their bedroom. Mom never told me a thing! A girl friend of mine says her husband uses them. Go ahead. You need yours....
"Not if it's going to scare you, Anna," he said, his cock shrinking. What a hell of a romantic conversation on the wedding night. The very practical farm girl who knew what a spurting prick could do for her peace of mind. Hans raised cattle as well as wheat She had probably watched the bulls fucking the cows. She had probably played with herself, too. Under his moving fingers her clit was erecting, she trembled, breathing faster. At the same time she seemed ashamed of her responses, her head still was turned away.
Rotten sonofabitch, he thought. Maybe I can get her off, anyway.
He played his fingers swiftly on her clit. Her cunt was turning slightly moist. She stiffened, then reached down and pulled his hand from her twat!
"Nooo, not that way!" she gasped. "Go ahead. Do it...!"
He jerked away and rolled out of bed. He was so damned mad he could hardly see, but he held his tongue. He walked over to the ice bucket and dumped a drink into his glass.
"Oh, Doug, I'm so sorry!" she gasped.
I'll go out and get some rubbers," he muttered blackly. "And tomorrow you'd better go see a doctor."
She didn't want him to dress and leave, but he was pissed off. He found some condoms for sale at a nearby service station; he didn't have to use the car. Kid stuff. Shit. Anything to please her.
As he stepped up to the motel doorway, he heard a rather peculiar sound. The swift creaking and sighing of a bed. He didn't knock, he stood frozen. A girlish whimper came clearly to his ears. What the hell? He entered very quietly. A room divider hid the bed from the doorway. He suddenly remembered that after he had walked out of the motel a car in the next parking slot had started and pulled away. Virginal Anna had assumed the car had been his, and since he hadn't returned....
"Ohhhhh!" came plaintively from beyond the divider.
He knew instantly what she was doing, and a burst of rage almost choked him. But he had to see for himself. He peeked.
The covers were back, a dim light glowed beside the bed, revealing his young wife in the act of masturbation. Her legs were spread far apart, her hips were lifted, her right hand moved swiftly on her cunt!
"Ohhhh!" she cried again. Her legs tensed, her pretty face twisted, a shudder ran along her body. She was playing her fingers as though She were strumming a ukulele. Finally her hips bucked, her head pulled back, the hand whipping her cunt was a blur of action.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed fiercely. She was going off. A quick hunching of her rump finished the come. Several little gurgles of pleasure came from her lips; she slumped and sprawled, her hand worked the last nuances of joy from her twat.
His head came away from the divider. He wanted to shout and storm, accuse her of cheating him, but he was able to hold his rage. He had jacked off plenty of times; most healthy, normal girls played sticky finger before and after marriage.
He crept quietly backward, sneaked out of the main door and drew it shut. He stood in the cool, pine-scented darkness, his cock at half mast. Watching her come had turned him on again. At least he knew she knew what an orgasm was.
But why the fuck was she playing with her cunt on her wedding night?
A lot of the romantic notions he had had about "breaking her in' went kaput. If she really hadn't been fucked before, she wasn't the pure, nice girl she pretended to be. He was glad now he hadn't interrupted her. She needed fucking and she was going to get it. He pulled the box of condoms out of his pocket and threw it into the road. She was going to get real live hot prick; he was going to pump about three loads of hot come in her pussy. Yeah. If she got knocked up, which wasn't likely the first go-around, she could get a fucking abortion. His cock rode high against his belly.
After a long wait he made a lot of noise entering the motel. As he might have guessed, she was in the bathroom, obviously swabbing her just-fired twat. He had another drink and took off his clothes. He went in and stretched out on the bed, naked. He patted his prick and grinned.
When she came around the divider, modestly garbed again, he flexed his prick and chuckled.
"Couldn't find any rubbers, Anna. You'll have to risk it"
She flushed deeply, staring at his nude figure. "Ohhhhhh!" she gasped.
"Ah, come on," he smiled. "I think you know what it's all about. Your father runs cattle."
"W-why are you doing it-this way? A while ago you were so-different."
"I'm the same guy, sweetie. Take off all that stuff so I can see you. I think it's about time we got these things together, don't you?"
She rushed to the lamp and turned it off. He watched her drop the wrapper and lift the nightie over her head. There still was some light coming from a lamp near the door. He smelled the spicy aroma of young fresh pussy. She sank down beside him. He gripped her and kissed her hard. He sought and found her cunt; he toyed with the tender, swollen pussyflesh; He located her clit and rolled it.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed. Her slit was juiced and ready. He crawled slowly above her, spreading her velvety legs, nudging his burning cockhead against her labia. She reached down and closed her fingers around his cock. Her legs opened farther, her rump curved upward. Well, well!
"Ohhhh, honey!" she panted.
He lowered his head to the jutty enticements of her firm young titties. He tongued a tiny nipple, sucked it gently while he pushed his knob carefully into the sweet, hot cuntflesh His nuts were boiling at the base of his prick, the fuck ache was a hard goad in his loins. She trembled, squeezing his cock. The knob went deeper, she flinched. He let it rest in her moistened cuntlips, feeling the unmistakable circle of her maidenhead against his seeking prickhead. He pushed again, beads of wetness coming out on his forehead.
"Lift up," he gasped. He wanted her to make the thrust that would break her cherry. That might diminish the pain.
"Ohhhh! You do it, honey!" she cried.
She is a virgin, he thought triumphantly. I'm getting that sweet, tender hymen. But I wish to hell I hadn't watched her play with her clit and come. Okay, baby here comes your first hot prick!
He drove inward, she yelped, shivered, her legs trembled against his hips. He was in! It was fine and snug, delicious. Her hands fluttered on his shoulders, she had drawn her right hand from his cock before the cherry-puncturing stab. He adjusted his knees and arms and began to fuck. She couldn't quite take all of his cock, but he was used to that. When he prodded deep, he could feel the curve of her cervix. He rode a little "high' so his shaft would rub her clitoris. Yes, yes. Great. She was trying to meet his hunches. Her uneven breathing heightened his thrall. Now, if he could break her nuts when he went off, he would be able to forget for a while that she had sneaked a quickie before the main show. Really a good tight cunt. Plenty of slickness for easy sliding. Right on. His cock was tensing for a blast.
Yeah, man, he was riding into it. His nuts were bursting. His prick throbbed, he groaned, and suddenly, just before the delicious spurting, she bucked like an eel, his prick slipped out of her cunt and he was pouring his wad across her belly!
He cursed his wild disappointment, he moaned as the pulses of relief eased the pressure in his groin. She patted his back and clutched him around the neck.
"What the hell?" he gasped, his prick aching for the feel of hot pussyflesh.
"You-weren't going to-take it out!" she cried.
"Goddammit, not on your life!" he growled.
"But-that's the way one of my girl friends does it," she whimpered, turning her head away from him. "Her husband pulls away and she doesn't get-caught!"
"I'm no bed-footboard-jerk-it-out artist, baby," he grated.
"Ohhhhh, I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I thought-"
"This is the way the good church people do it in Wesley, huh?" he growled, rolling away on his back.
"Oh, honey! Please try to understand...."
Again he held the worst of his temper.
"Well, if you can't do that, at least you can suck it for me."
"Ohhh, no!" she cried. "That's evil." What a wedding night. A real nut buster.