Chapter 1
"Oh, Dirk, please!" Angie Nevers cried "Don't stretch my cunt so far!"
Dirk Fall, sated in his adjustable chair in front of his specially built fun table, dug his fingers into Angie's soft assflesh and tipped her twat higher. Angie's heels were tied to metal arms that could swing outward as far as he wished. Foot pedals controlled the height and tilt of the table.
He had modeled this couch after a doctor's examination table, with his own variations. Angie's long, heavy thighs were opened almost to the limit. Her moistened twat lips were spread to reveal the sweet red inner labia, her well-developed clitoris rose stiffly at the top of the slit.
"You know I like to look at cunt, baby," Dirk chuckled, fingering Angie's asshole. He felt her shiver of anticipation.
"Hurry and make me come, honey!" Angie panted. "You promised you wouldn't hurt me, this time!"
"Yeah, I know," he said. "You swung the big deal for me."
"I told you Susy would come here to live if you'd just give me enough time," Angie breathed, lifting her head from the padded table end. He enjoyed the view of her rounded, flushed face between her upjutting tits.
She was a near nympho, a slave to her sensual needs, and he could gratify them in the usual manner, but she wouldn't go for much torture, the exquisite blending of pain and pleasure. She didn't like much pinching or slapping or beating. She was his housekeeper, and he had taken her in for one purpose; her young niece, Susy Newsome, was the daintiest, prettiest morsel he had ever seen.
The day before Susy had finally come to live in his big ranch house near Rupert, and he could hardly wait to get his hands on her. That would take time and skill and patience, however. She was sixteen, blonde and deliciously naive. His big, ten inch cock throbbed with expectation.
His wife, Carla, had driven into town, and would be gone most of the day. He had picked this time to give plump, plain Angie some of her reward for bringing Susy into his household.
Carla and Angie got along very well; they had been raised in the plural wife tradition that had originated in Utah years before. Naturally, he couldn't marry Angie; laws prevented that But she was his extra "wife," posing as a housekeeper and cook. Some of his neighbors had the same kind of arrangement; it was the going thing in many farming areas of southern Idaho.
He was a "gentleman" farmer; all of his land was leased out; he had plenty of time to enjoy his chief diversion, sadistic sex. Angie was improving. Little by little he was bringing more variety into their sex bouts. He was breaking down one barrier after another. One of these days he would have Carla and Angie in a wild, swinging threesome, with whips and the whole package.
Carla was ready; he had been training her for three years. Angie had been with him only six months. Already she was calling a cunt a cunt and a prick a prick, and enjoying it. Regrettably, she had been married while quite young. He hadn't got her cherry, but he had taught her what a cunt was for; her husband certainly hadn't.
Today was just the second time he had talked her into a session while tied to his special fun table. Before that he had generally fucked her the old-fashioned way. She had beautiful, creamy flesh and very little cunthair for a brunette. She had fine, big tits; they were growing even larger due to his manipulations. A full, hot mouth. She would never be pretty and sexy-looking and chic, like Carla, but she was basically more sensual. She would fuck him every day if she had the chance.
From one orgasm per fuck he had brought her to the point where she could pop her nuts about three times. His goal for her was six or seven. Then some whipping and asshole diving and onto a real sadistic orgy. Yes, she had real potential; but like most dames she needed the shyness and the backwardness weeded out. Every broad was a slut at heart; it took a smart man to bring it out.
He breathed into Angie's cunt and she whimpered.
"Oh, make me come now, honey!" she gasped, her hands pressing into her standup tits. Her dark nipples, resting on their puffed aureolas, were deliciously erect. He had given her the usual slow preliminaries down in the living room; deep tongue kisses, teasing thigh feels and nipple sucks.
She didn't like a finger in her asshole. He wanted to jab his longest blade into her butt hole and make her yell with pain just as she flipped her lid, but he had promised. One pleasure deferred. In a few weeks, perhaps.
He sank his fingers into her soft, yielding flesh and coasted his tongue tip along her slit, up to the tumid clitoris.
She shuddered wildly, her legs kicked at the binding cotton ropes, her cunt hunched outward against his mouth. A deep animal moan of pleasure broke from her lips. He felt the first quick throbs of her climax around his tongue as he plunged it into the sweet cunny hole.
"Uhhh-!! Oohhhh-Ohhhh, honey! Here it comes!"
He sucked at the shivery cunt as her tits heaved and her face twisted with mingled pain and pleasure. He knew it hurt her some to have an orgasm with her thighs so far apart. This would help prepare her for future delights, when he would torture her to the limit before she went off.
He hadn't pricked her or tongued her cunt for three days, and she was blowing off a good head of steam. Wham, bang, boom! went her gun.
"Uhhh-ohhh, ohhh, Ohhhh!" she whimpered, passing the crest and shuddering into te balming after thrills.
He tasted the sugary delights of girl come, licked the puffed labia until she quieted. Again she tried to draw her opened thighs together.
"Ohhh, please untie me now, honey," she breathed.
He stood up, pressing a lever that would bring the metal arms inward. He grinned down at her as he unfastened the cotton ropes at her ankles.
"Now, didn't that hurt real good, baby?" he chuckled.
"Yes, but I almost didn't make it-that way!"
"Pain and pleasure are bedmates, Angie. The longer you wait to come the better it is."
"You're a dirty, evil man!" she laughed, her thighs now closed, her heels still resting in the metal cups for which they had been designed. "I hope Susy didn't hear me yelling!"
"She's out at the pool," he said. He moved to the right side of the table and stood so that she could feel his prick. Her hand went to it instantly and a sensual smile curved her full, red lips.
"Ohhh, that's a wonderful piece of meat, honey!"
She was talking sexier all the time. Very good. He rested his right hand on her firmly pointed tit and teased the dark nipple. She shivered, squeezing his cock. Her thighs spread invitingly. She could now move the heel cups at will.
"If Susy did hear you yell, maybe she'll get curious," he smiled.
"Honey, I told you. She doesn't know from nothing! Aunt Harriet raised her and tutored her. She's such an innocent little thing I don't think she's ever said 'shit,' let alone 'fuck.'"
Dirk laughed. "I wouldn't call her exactly little.' She must be five nine, at least."
"Well, she grew up fast, honey. You will break her in real easy, won't you?"
"I promised, didn't I? You liked the way I turned you into a good hot piece, didn't you?"
"Ohhh, wow! You know it!"
He chuckled. "I'm glad you and Carla don't argue about it."
"She's terribly generous, sharing you out like this, honey. Oh, I wish I was pretty and slender and leggy, like she is...."
"Look, you're a nice hot, plump baby, with a good tight pussy. Stop worrying, will you?"
She giggled, tickling the knob of his prick. "You're so dirty! Is my cunt really good for you, honey?"
"It gets better every time we fuck, Angie."
"Ohhhh, mmmmm! Do I get to suck it this time?"
He nodded, smiling. He moved so that his hips were close to her head. She turned, eagerly, wetting her lips with a restless tongue. He slid his right hand down her belly, in between her opening thighs. He palmed her come wet cunny as her mouth opened to accept his skinned-back glans. A hungry moan rose in her throat, her tongue coiled across his knob, sending lances of pleasure down his legs. His big nuts began to pull up at the base of his pole.
This was living, man. The kind of living a thirty-five-year-old gentleman farmer could enjoy. But he had learned not to waste his energies by blasting too many times in a week, regardless of how often he sexed his wife and extra wife. Getting the girl off was the thing. His father had explained to him years before the old Utah art of deferring the orgasm, and after considerable practice in his growing years with various older women carefully picked by his pater, he had mastered the act.
But his father had been square, really. He hadn't carried his sexual know how into the areas of pleasure and pain. He had never liberated his wives to the point of joining him in a threesome or foursome; he had fucked them one at a time on a regular rotation.
Dirk had done a lot of reading on the subject, and he had great plans for real variety. Carla was ready. Next, Angie had to be indoctrinated into the threesome route; then, eventually, tender young Susy would have her turn. He was determined to debase them to the limit. Training Carla had been delightful, working Angie toward total liberation was extremely provocative, and then would come his masterpiece of creation, turning innocent, virginal Susy into a panting bundle of totally uninhibited carnality.
He would have to watch it, man. Angie was sucking hard, and his visions of Susy were bringing his ardor along much too swiftly.
He pulled his prick out of Angie's hungry mouth.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she wailed. "I'm almost there.
Playfully he rolled her stiffened clitoris. She shuddered, her hips curved higher. He was all right, now. He could enjoy at least another hour of dalliance before he broke his nuts. He hadn't busted them for three days, now. Before he was through with Angie he would give her a special favor; a big hot load of come. But he would make her beg for it. By the time he was through with her today she would know she had been fucked by a professional.
Susy Newsome, seated in a deck chair at the rim of the big swimming pool, marveled again at the luxury and abundance that had so suddenly been granted her after the lean, rather lonely years with Aunt Harriet. Well, poor Harriet was in a rest home, now, and good, kind Angie had persuaded that wonderful, talk handsome Dirk Fall and his pretty redheaded wife, Carla, to accept her into their household.
Susy had a big, splendid bedroom all to herself! And even a private bathroom. The bedsheets were colored, the mattress was so deep and soft she felt almost sinful sleeping there! On top of all that, she had her own color TV set, a handsome radio, AM-FM, and a dreamy stereo. She had so little to do. So far, she had helped Angie with a few chores around the house, but that was all. She now had time to read and sew and watch all those good programs on TV.
There was some talk about letting her go to a private girls' school at Rupert in the fall, but she could already pass college entrance exams. Harriet had begged her to wait until she was at least seventeen before going to college. She, Susy, might get in with the "wrong crowd."
In the meantime, there was much reading she wanted to do. The library downstairs was full of curious books and all the newest novels. Harriet had never let her touch any of the latter; she claimed they were positively "filthy." Well, she could judge for herself. Sex was a normal function; girls fell in love and got married.
Someday, when she was about twenty, she would meet the right fellow and she would give him her body. It would be very romantic and sweet, with soft words of love and endearment; the physical thing she could hopefully endure. Harriet said it was something a woman had to expect.
The past two years, since she had started to menstruate, when her body had grown so swiftly, she had started having very peculiar dreams that were not totally associated with love and romance. They were downright carnal!
She remembered suddenly the time she had seen two dogs connected in the back yard at Harriet's place, and Harriet's furious blushes before she had rushed out of the house and driven the dogs away, connected, with the smaller female being actually hauled by the male! The male dog's penis had evidently become lodged somehow in the female's sex thing, and heaven only knew how they had ever become disconnected!
She was good in biology, and although Harriet had tried to gloss over the sexual parts, Susy wasn't to be denied. The male sperm had to be planted in the female tract before reproduction could take place. With humans it became an act of love. Simple. Dogs and other animals had to reproduce, so did flowers and all living organisms.
The dreams still bothered her. Sometimes she awoke with an odd burning in her private parts and in her breasts. At such times her nipples would tingle and erect. Naughty! Once she had awakened with her hips flat against the bed, and she was imitating the thrusting movements of the male dog! Shameful! A quick shower had cooled her nerves, but her curiosity had remained. Surely, it wouldn't hurt her to know more about sex. She would save her body and her passion for her husband, no matter what, but she might as well approach it with wisdom.
She smoothed her frock over her thighs and wondered if she dared put on the swimming suit Angie had given her. She would love to go in the pool. The water looked so inviting. She didn't know how to swim, but she could learn. Some of those views on TV of girls in bikini suits were very exciting! The way their breasts jiggled was positively too sexy! And all those miniskirts and tight sweaters and skin-snug trunks on the men were far out! Seeing was believing.
A distant womanly wailing sound, from deep inside the house, startled her. Could that be Angie's voice? Carla had gone to town. Or had some cat got its tail pinched in a door? Still, it had sounded like Angie, crying as if she were in pain!
Angie had said she was going to take a long nap. And Dirk had mentioned that he was going to his room to read.
This might be a good time to try on her new swim suit and take a dip in the pool. Carla and Dirk had both told her to make herself at home. She could even ride one of their horses if she cared to. They had a wonderful big stable. Old Angus took care of the livestock; he lived near the barn in a small apartment, he had his own pickup truck. The Falls had three cars. How luxurious!
She left the chair and entered the cool, air-conditioned interior of the big living room. A very faint womanly laugh came from upstairs. That was Angie's voice, beyond any doubt. Such a secretive, intimate laugh, too. Well, maybe she and Dirk were visiting or playing cards or something. Angie seemed on the best of terms with him, joking around almost as if ... No, that couldn't be! She was the housekeeper. It was just Angie's way. There was something rather lush and sensual about her, and sometimes she said the oddest things.
Only that morning, after breakfast, she had overheard a muted conversation between Carla and Angie...." when you drive into town today, please don't hurry back, honey," Angie had said.
Carla's sly laughter had seemed rather out of place for a pretty and respectable married girl who still was only twenty-four...." think you can make him come, honey?"
Then both women had burst into laughter. A door had closed, cutting off further remarks.
Puzzling, to say the least. Why the odd emphasis on the word "come"? Well, perhaps Angie was going horseback riding or something, and Carla was simply wondering if Dirk would come along with her. Simple explanation.
Dirk was handsome and virile and very charming. He and Carla had such wonderful manners. An ideal couple, really. He was much older than she, but he didn't seem old at all.
I wish I could meet someone like him when I reach the right age, she thought, wistfully. He told me I was very nice-looking!
Then, as she climbed the stairs, a simply awful thought ran through her mind.
I wonder how often they do it?
She blushed and hurried along the upper carpeted hallway to her very own bedroom. Living in the same house with a married couple, both so attractive, was much different than living with a spinster aunt. A girl just couldn't keep from wondering about certain intimate things....
I'm terrible! she thought, mentally slapping her wrist. What they do in bed is their own business. They're married; that makes loving right and proper. My time will come.