Chapter 2
"Ohhh, hurry and give me the prick, honey!" Angie moaned, swinging her plump thighs farther apart. Dirk had moved from her side, where he had stood while he had sucked her nipples and played with her cunt to bring her third orgasm. Now he stood between her legs, leaning slightly forward, his tremendous hot cockhead only inches from her steaming, eager cunny.
"You always get in a hurry for the meat, baby," he chuckled, licking a tender dark nipple. "Don't you like the way I suck it and finger it?"
"You know it, but hell! I love that cock!" She reached for his pole, but he drew it away, pushing her down flat on the fun couch.
"Don't you know that anticipation is greater than realization?" he teased.
"This is just torture!" she panted, tipping her drippy cunt higher.
Fuck, you don't know what real torture is, baby, he thought. And before long, you're going to find out.
"Want a load of rusty come up in your hole today, Angie?"
"Ohhh, hell! Really?" she gasped.
"Yeah, I can use a come, this time."
Angie trembled with new excitement. She had learned early in the game that he seldom went off with her. At first she had decided there was something wrong with him, but after he had fucked her a few times and had explained how a real man operated, she was overjoyed. He could make a fuck last and last! He could keep his prick hard for hours.
"Carla asked me this morning if I was going to make you come," Angie giggled. "I think Susy overheard it."
"Well, you gals had better watch your talk around Susy. I want her broken in just right. Understand?"
"Yes, yes, honey!" Angie panted, feeling the dreamy touch of his big, big glans against her juicy cuntlips. "I'm sure Susy doesn't know what 'come' means!"
"Right, but I don't want any slip ups."
Angie nodded. "I brought her here just for you, Dirk."
His knob began to stretch her cunny. She moaned and rubbed her thighs along his ribs, feeling his hands dig into her waist. The burning meat grazed her tender clitoris and she moaned with delight.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhh-push it in!"
Again she felt his lips around a stinging nipple, then the touch of his teeth. That had a kind of hurt, too. She often wondered what he really did when he fucked Carla. Angie was positive they indulged in wild orgies; she had heard some of Carla's screams in the small hours of the night when it was her "turn" for sex.
Sometimes, when Carla wore a bikini at the pool, faint bruise marks were visible on her thighs and shoulders. Sometimes, the next morning, her mouth looked unusually swollen, almost as if she were still turned on. Invariably, when he fucked hjs pretty, leggy wife she slept until past noon the day after. When she did appear she had the look and manner of a girl who had been totally and thoroughly fucked. What did Dirk do for her that he didn't do for Angie?
So far, Carla had simply hinted. She would smile languidly and twitch her ass and sigh and remark that Dirk was getting better and better every time. She might mention that she enjoyed several comes. There was obviously more to it than that, however. He was giving her special treatment!
It always seemed odd to her that Dirk fucked standing up, using his special fun table. Oh, the first few times he had screwed her old-fashioned, in bed; but it hadn't taken him long to coax her into his play room, with its special lights and mirrors. She didn't care to look at herself when she was going off, but apparently Carla liked that! Well, Carla was extremely shapely and younger than Angie. Carla was justly proud of her beautiful features, her rounded, boyish buttocks, her high, hard titties, and her long tapered thighs.
Angie still was rather ashamed of her plumpness, her plain face, and wide ass. But as long as Dirk liked to fuck her she wouldn't complain. She was a very fortunate girl!
He's going to pour a hot load into my cunt, cunt, cunt! she thought, joyously. And I don't have to worry, either. He had his wires cut years ago. I can take squirt after delicious squirt!
"Ohhhh-damn!" she wailed, as her cunt began to widen and enclose his rigid cockhead. He inched the phallus inward a couple of inches and pulled it quickly out. Her cunt shivered with disappointment.
"Ohhhh-please, honey!" she begged.
He chuckled banteringly, nuzzling his face between her swollen tits. "Just a few inches of meat at a time, baby!"
"Is this what you do to Carla?" she panted, made bold by her shivery passion.
"Curious, huh?" he teased, bringing his knob back to the door of her cunt. He jabbed hard, with about four thrusts, and pulled out again.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed. Her cunt fluttered, more juices dribbled from her achy, cock-readied hole.
"How would you like to join Carla and me one of these nights, baby?" he murmured, returning his prick to her stinging cunt, pushing it slowly to the shivery depths of her vagina.
"Ohhhh-you're awful!" she cried. "Carla wouldn't do that!"
"I think she would, tight pussy!" he laughed.
"Ohhh-I can't think, now!" she panted.
"Tell me how it feels, baby," he whispered against her tits. "You're swinging, now."
"Ahhhhh-ohhhhh-Jeeeee-sus!" she bleated. "My cunt is full of cock, your cock! My cunt is ready to come, already!"
"That's the way to talk, Angie. You're learning fast. Now...." His cock went bang, bang, bang against her quivery womb. Each jab sent delicious flurries of cunt fever along her thighs, up to her tits and swooningly back to her fun hole. She was getting fucked, at last!
Ohhhh, it was more fun when she talked sexy! He had never been so bold as he was today, and she loved it. She was having her pricky reward. He wants me in a threesome! I'll get to see what he does to Carla! I'm dying to find out! Is her cunt tight around his meat, like mine? What positions do they use?
"Ohhh-Wow!" she cried, fiercely. "Here it comes!"
"Come big and hard, baby!" he urged, poking harder. "Shoot me your cunt juice! Throb it, throb it!"
Her pussy tightened with zingy intensity and then the heaven broke in pounding surges, ripping honey from her thighs and tits and ass and banging cunt! Her vaginal muscles danced with acute intensity, wham, boom, pop, pop, pop!
"Jeeeee-sus!" she shouted, kicking her legs and hunching wildly. Her heels flew out of the holders, but she didn't care. This was the best orgasm she had ever known! Her twat was twatting, her cunny was pulsing and throbbing around his meat in a new, rich riot.
Suddenly she heard his moan of pleasure, his big pole stiffened even more, his huge knob began to swell. Jab, jab, jab! A dreamy pause as her cunt began to tighten for another round of cunty joy. Poke, poke, poke! Rest. Her nerves were bunching for another come. His heavy breathing, so seldom heard, intensified her pleasure.
His hands dug into her waist, he panted against her tits, and finally, after another ecstatic pause, he began to pound her cunt with the swift, hard, goaty strokes that signaled the long-awaited spurting she had dreamed about for days and days.
"Come hard and fast!" he shouted.
"Ohhh-it's coming!" she wailed.
Spurt! Tighten cunt, tighten! Spurt, spurt, spurt!
Her legs drew up, her ass shimmied on the springy couch, her tits heaved and the throbby waves of come joy rocked her fuck boat The pound of cockheat in her throbbing box lifted her into a new plane of erotic sensation. His come shots had never been sweeter!
She wailed and panted and coasted through the beaty delight, while his cock still slid luxuriously in her come-juiced box....
Susy, her bedroom door securely locked, the drapes pulled, began to undress. She stood in front of the wide vanity mirror, a convenience she hadn't known in Harriet's small house. The faint odd noises still were coming from the room at the end of the hall, a room she hadn't entered. It was always locked. There was an air of mystery about that room. Angie had told her it was "out of bounds." It was Dirk's private sanctum. Evidently he was in there now, playing some sort of noisy records on a stereo.
Man things, pipes, man odors, the pungent male cologne that Dirk wore, all these were extremely exciting because she had never been around men. His presence in the house, even in the short time she had been here, disturbed her in the most peculiar ways. When she walked she was more conscious of the secret hidden rub of her thighs together, and her privates itched much more than they ever had; her breasts were overly sensitive!
As she finished removing her frock, she glanced at the mirror again. Her cheeks were flushed, her full lips seemed redder. The half-slip that Angie had insisted she wear, instead of the modest longer ones she was used to, displayed her waist and torso almost brazenly. Her white, modest bra seemed awfully tight around her breasts.
Am I excited because I keep wondering what Carla and Dirk do when they go to bed? That strange cry from Angie did something to my nerves, too. What could she have done, in her room, to cause such a kind of pleased shriek?
She shook herself and finished undressing, blushing when she saw her pink nipples standing out. That secret place between her legs was thankfully covered with light, curly hair. And why was that moisture showing in the crotch of her plain white panties? It looked land of slimy. An odd itchiness made her turn from the mirror and she busied herself with the swimming suit, one Angie had given her that morning.
Well for goodness sake! It was almost nothing! A tiny bra and a skimpy panty. A bikini! Just like the ones the girls wore on TV in those ads about Hawaiian punch and sugar. Her fingers trembled as she held the mini-bra up to her breasts. It would barely cover them.
I just can't go swimming in a bikini, she thought, flushing again. I'm not that kind of girl! I'm not sexy!
She ran to the closet and found a thick, terrycloth robe. She quickly covered her nakedness, ashamed of the image she had been making in the wide mirror. She sank down on the edge of the luxurious bed. But why was she trembling? What would Dirk say if he saw her in such a daring outfit?
She was still resting on the bed, debating with herself, when a fight tapping on her bedroom door startled her into action.
"W-who is it?" she stammered.
"Angie, honey," came the reply.
A moment later Angie came into Susy's room. The plump brunette acted like a kitten that had just lapped a bowl of cream; she wore a shorty kind of beach robe gathered loosely in front. A very revealing halter was visible. She sank into a deep chair, thighs sprawled. The panty now showed, and its snugness, revealing the line of her vaginal opening, caused Susy's cheeks to turn hot.
"Come on, let's go for a nice refreshing swim, honey," Angie said. "How do you like your new suit?"
"I-just couldn't wear a bikini!" Susy replied, flushing.
"Oh, for crap's sake! Relax, Susy. You've got a real cute figure. I know Dirk would love to see you at the pool."
Susy bit her lip. "I'm not used to-all this!" She waved her arm at the room's luxury.
"Quit changing the subject, cutie. Come on, I'll help you."
Susy had never shown her naked body to anyone, not even her Aunt Harriet. Of course, cousin Angie wouldn't think anything of it; she was older, she had been married.
Reluctantly, her hands shaking, Susy stood up and shyly removed the terrycloth robe. She turned away, flushing and reached for the bits of colored cloth of the bikini.
"My, what nice titties you have!" Angie giggled.
"Stop it!" Susy protested. She had never thought much about her breasts, one way or another; but in the last year she had changed from a B-cup bra to a C-cup. And the way things looked, she would soon be wearing even larger bras. She was aware, vaguely, of the sexual significance of a woman's breasts; a considerate lover did pay them attention. But she was still a girl.
"Come on, now. Slip into the panty and let's see how it fits," Angie encouraged.
Resting rather limply in the chair, after her fuck session with Dirk, Angie was surprised that she had the energy for a swim!
I came four wonderful times! she thought, deliciously. And I got his hot, spurting wad!
Now, viewing her niece's exquisite figure, she felt the strange kind of stirring that she had known with another girl in her high school days. Giggly cunt and tittie tickling in the intimate darkness of her bedroom, when her chum stayed the night, forbidden kisses and gaspy, sweet orgasms....There was something in Carla's sexiness that attracted her, too. Prick was the best, of coure. Dirk had so much of it, he had such clever hands and such a knowing tongue!
Susy would simply faint if I touched her, Angie thought, and Dirk would probably sense it; Susy would give it away. That sweet young pussy and. those high, pink-nippled tits belong to Dirk, not me! He's paying the bill. He's giving Susy a home. She might as well learn about sex from an expert. Dirk wants an innocent young virgin, and I produced one for him. My reward was super! I'll get more and more of it, too. He promised.
Susy's embarrassment deepened as she seized the bikini panty and stepped into it. Quickly she slid it up her legs, keeping her back turned to Angie. The cloth was elasticized, and she snugged it around her hips. The crotch of cloth pressed her girl curve more tightly than a regular pair of panties, barely covering the cheeks of her rump. The sway of her titties, as she moved, caused her more confusion.
She grabbed at the bra and discovered it was simply two triangular cups held together with string!
"Oh, I can't wear this!" she exclaimed, blushing again.
Angie laughed and swung up out of the chair. She walked over to Susy and turned the young girl around. Susy was clutching the bra cups against her titties.
"Good Lord!" Angie said, picking a modest expletive. "Don't be shy around me, honey. Here, I'll fix the strings. This is going to be a tight fit"
Angie inhaled the young girl's fragrance, a very faint pussy aroma. Her cunt fluttered. Susy was even more daintily curved than her dresses had indicated. She had the sweet bloom of youth, a peaches-and-cream complexion; her deliciously rounded ass blended into plushy, smooth, long thighs. Her waist was tiny, giving her titties more thrust even when she didn't push them forward.
She's even more beautiful than I ever imagined, Angie thought, enviously. Such innocence! Those big, baby-blue eyes hardly need shadowing; her mouth is like a ripe sweet plum, ready for plucking. With a bit of makeup she would he a knockout! Too much!
"Ohhh, shit! I wish I had a figure like hers! I guess I'm awful for bringing her here, into this den of sex thieves! I wonder how it would be to get one girYs cherry? Angie thought.
"You ought to fix your hair differently," Angie said. "Why don't you let it sweep down around your shoulders? Blondes are supposed to have more fun, you know."
"Oh, you!" Susy protested, flushing.
"Just trying to help," Angie replied. She finished tying the bra strings; she stood back and looked at her niece. "Honey, you're a real sexy dish!"
Susy felt a strange warning voice deep inside. She was much too conscious of Angie's carelessly opened robe, the jut of her big breasts in the bikini halter of bright red; she was aware of a sensuality in her relative that was just a little frightening.
What did Angie do for sexual relief? She hadn't been with her husband for years and years. There was a pleased, satisfied air about Angie that was almost revolting. Was she doing things with Dirk behind Carla's back? Susy shivered.
The moneyed opulence of her surroundings, the fact that Carla and Dirk did absolutely nothing except laze around and enjoy themselves, was really kind of sinful. With all the latest automatic devices in the house, and the extra help that came in to do heavy work that Angie really should be doing, as a housekeeper, Angie herself appeared to have too much idle time on her hands. She was almost like a wife!
Dirk had been raised in Utah; Susy knew the history of plural wives as practiced by the early Mormons. That was now illegal. But what had aunt Harriet said one day in a fit of temper?
"These rich, evil farmers around here, they ought to be shot! Sure, they have wives, but that isn't all, I can tell you! Some of them have two or three 'extra' women around, pretending to be 'sisters' of the wife, or relatives living in. What is this world coming to?"
Was Angie an "extra" wife?
Maybe I should leave here, right now! Susy thought. I shouldn't feel this excited. What kind of a girl puts on a skimpy swim suit and parades around so a married man could look at her? A trollop! Are these three planning something underhanded?
Oh, it couldn't be! She trusted Angie, and Angie hadn't said one wrong word or made one wrong move. She, Susy, was simply letting her imagination run riot. To go in a pool a girl had to wear some kind of swim suit, and obviously Angie's bikini was just as brief as the one Susy now wore. She was utterly silly! If a bikini gave her a few waves of naughty excitement, it wouldn't hurt her. No one had done anything, yet She really had no other place to go.
Dirk and Carla was extremely generous to take her in and provide her with comforts. After this, she wouldn't let her emotions get out of control; she loved her room and the big house, and her freedom. Some day she would meet the right fellow and all of her questions about loving and sex would be answered, properly and in the right atmosphere-marriage. Meanwhile, why not enjoy herself?
"I'm not sexy at all!" Susy giggled, relaxing slightly. But she loved the compliment How could she ever catch a fellow if she wasn't agreeably sexy? She certainly had no money, no inheritance.
"Oh, but you are, honey," Angie smiled. "Come on, let's cool off in the pool."
A moment later, wearing a shorty beach robe almost like Angie's, Susy stepped from the wide patio into the pool area. It was completely enclosed by a high redwood fence, giving the place an intimate exclusiveness. Angie was right behind Susy.
"Robes off, honey," Angie bubbled, dropping her own outer garment.
Susy, believing they were alone, did the same.
Dirk, seated at ease in the shade, smoking and resting after his sex bout with Angie, admired the scenery. He had come downstairs ahead of the girls, anticipating this moment, because Angie had promised to get Susy into a bikini. Here she was. Sweet, loving Jesus!
His cock, even though slightly tired, woke to instant life. He felt it hardening and crawling up along his belly under his swim trunks. Susy in a modest frock was a sight for male eyes, and now she was a total knockout! That dainty, mincing walk; the girlishly natural sway of her ripely contoured ass; those sweet, plushy, long white thighs made his eyes bug out, his cockhead swell.
But the most startlingly sexy things about her were her high, thrusting tits! The thin, yellow bikini patches shaped them into enticing hills of fantastic allure. Even at a distance of thirty feet he could see the sweet pointiness where her nipples poked out, slightly up tilted. Sonofabitch! What pair of juicy knockers!