Chapter 4
"You're a fast working sonofabitch, aren't you?" Angie laughed, seeing Susy duck into the house.
"Like taking candy from a baby," Dirk chuckled, making a pass at Angie under the water.
"Her eyes got as big as saucers!" Angie giggled, swerving her hips close so he could fondle her loins. "I wonder if she ever went off before?"
"I don't think so," Dirk grinned. "You should know, being a dame. How did you feel the first time you broke your cookies?"
"Oh, you filthy thing! Well, I was about her age. I heard the folks humping away in the next room and I ended up screwing my finger!"
"She's a very delicious young girl," Dirk smiled.
"Well, I hope you didn't break her maidenhead with your finger!"
"I'm not that crazy, baby. I'm going to take a lot of time with this. I'll have to do a lot of work on that pussy to make it big enough for my cock."
"Nice and snug, huh?" Angie giggled.
"Right!"
"I told you I'd find you a nice young virgin. But please don't be rough with her. Give her a good show. She's stuck on you. I saw that the minute she laid eyes on you. But she thinks she ought to be married and all that stuff before she puts out the pussy."
"Let me handle it," he smiled, confidently. "You can help, too. And Carla. She's had a taste of what a come is; she'll be panting for more!"
Angie giggled. "Why don't you bring some nice young fellow around so your wife and I can get a crack at a virgin."
I'll think about it," he said, pressing her cunny. She knew damned well that was all he would do, just think. After all, he was the stud, he was paying the bills. He was jealous of his leggy, redheaded wife. It was obvious she gave him something extra special, and Angie was determined to find out what it was.
Any day now, too. Hadn't he invited her to join in with them?
"When are we going to have our party, honey?" she breathed, caressing the lump in his swim trunks. "You and me and Carla?"
"What about tomorrow night?" he asked, banteringly.
She laughed. "I guess I can stand it!"
Susy entered her opulent bedroom and ran into the adjoining bath. She seized a towel and began to dry her body, her mind spinning.
What have I done? she asked herself, shivering. I let a married man fondle me and bring my first passion! I'm terrible! But he's so handsome and gentle with me. It was something that just had to happen!
The first time I saw him his eyes seemed to caress me right through my clothes. I didn't run. I accepted their proposition, I came to live with them. It doesn't seem quite as wrong as it did, at first. Why? Because I want more and more and more.
I know what it's all about now. I know why girls want to be fondled. He simply made it easy for me to experience an orgasm! Trust an older, married man to know how!
'Next time I wish he'd kiss me and say sweet words and things. Surely he won't go all the way. He must save his real love for his pretty wife. But what does Angie do for loving? She says she has no boyfriend; Dirk won't permit it while she lives with them.
She dropped the towel and looked at her image in the bathroom mirror. Her blue eyes were large with excitement, her breasts, in the thin mini-halter, were simply huge, and her whole body felt flushed and soothed, with a land of sweet ache lingering in her vagina.
But I committed a sin! I'll pay for it, I just know I will. Am I turning into a slut? How can I let myself be ga-ga over a mated man? Ohhh, I need help. I want to talk this out with Angle!
As if in answer to her need, she heard a faint tapping on her bedroom door. She ran to answer, and in a moment Angie was entering the bedroom. This time Susy paid less attention to Angie's near nakedness. After all, a swim suit was a swim suit.
"Why the big rush to leave the pool, honey?" Angie murmured, wiggling to the bed and sinking down on it.
Susy flushed. "Don't you-know?"
"Had a little fun, huh?" Angie laughed.
"Ohhhh, you're awful!" Susy cried, turning her head. "He-did things to me!"
"Well, honey, why not? I know how you've been raised. I was green, too, at your age. But let's face it. You want to know about sex when you get married, don't you?"
"Y-yes, but...."
"So Dirk happened to tickle you a little out in the pool. I know you liked it! All this moonlight and romance stuff is okay, but let me give you some good advice, honey. The Oriental women learn it at an early age. A man wants a good, hot, young girl who knows how to operate in the bedroom."
Susy's ears were roaring. She had never expected her own relative to say such things. Treating love like some kind of mechanical function!
"Wouldn't you rather learn from an experienced man than by some young goof in the back seat of a car? Dirk has been trained to pleasure women. You were raised in this area. A real man has several wives."
"Y-you mean ... T Susy gasped, dropping into a chair.
"Look, honey. You might as well know. Yes, I'm Dirk's second 'wife.' I love it! He has so much. Where could we find a better place to live? All the comforts and conveniences and no worries. And if you're worried about getting preg, forget it. Dirk is fixed; he can't get any woman in trouble. He has children, by a previous marriage; they live in Boise and are well cared for. He sees them now and then. Carla didn't want children. I tell you, it's all right! You aren't tied here, you know. Do you want to work as a miserable waitress or maid? I've done it, honey, and that's for the birds! This is the life for me."
Susy shivered. The truth was out. Dirk went to bed with Angie, and Carla. He wanted a real young "wife." A virgin.
Where were all her maidenly resolves to remain "pure" until her wedding night? Would she be a tramp to join Kirk's "harem"? Well, she had already taken the first step. Some of the early day Utah men had had as many as eight or ten wives! Those girls hadn't been tramps. Carla didn't look abused, and neither did Angie. They enjoyed it! But could she continue to let Dirk touch her and fondle her and know that he was doing the same for his real wife and Angie?
"Ohhhh, I'm so mixed up!" Susy wailed.
"Well, you think about it, honey," Angie said, rising. "And stop worrying. Enjoy life. I wish I'd had this kind of chance at your age. I know you're a bright girl with the books and things. Dirk said he was willing to bring tutors here for you, and later on you can go to a girls' school, if you want to. I think he's being very generous!"
"Well, I should say so!" Susy exclaimed. And she had to admit that the nagging fear of being "caught" was always at the back of any girl's mind. She didn't have to fret about that! She could have fun!
Angie walked to the bedroom door. "When you come down later, put on some nice clothes, Susy. You know, fix up a little. I bought some nice sweaters and skirts for you. Wear those new undies. Dirk wants his girls to look attractive and mod."
"All right," Susy said.
"And use more makeup, too. You're a lovely girl and you do want to be sexy, don't you?"
"Y-yes, of course," Susy answered.
Angie smiled. "That's the spirit!" She winked slyly. "And it was fun, out in the pool, wasn't it?"
Susy blushed. "Oh, you!"
"Later on, we'll have parties and things, and go to fun places like Reno and Las Vegas. I just know you're going to enjoy it here. I do, and I wouldn't be telling you all this if I didn't mean it!"
Dirk puffed contentedly on his cigar, part of a shipment he had picked up from a Canadian source. The smoke had come from Cuba. Dinner was over and he and his three women sat on the patio, enjoying the cool evening air. All three were provocatively dressed, including Susy. Angie had helped the young girl with her clothes and hair and makeup. His cock tingled every time he glanced at Susy.
She wore a shorty skirt and a snug jersey, smoky nylons and heels. Her full lips had been skillfully painted, eye shadow emphasized the bigness of her deep blue eyes, her blonde hair was shaped sexily around her shoulders. Another gold star for Angie.
The older woman he hired regularly to prepare the larger meals had gone back to town, and Carla had served after-dinner drinks. Technically, it was his real wife's night for funning, but with the big threesome coming up the following evening, he had decided to preserve his energies. It was time to bring Susy more closely into the "family."
"How was your trip into town, honey?" Dirk asked Carla. She was sprawled in a padded deck chair, her miniskirt halfway to her ass, white thigh flesh showing above the webbing of her nylons. Her slashed blouse accented the juttiness of her hard, high tits.
"Oh, good, darling! I went to that new movie everybody is talking about. Very sexy!"
"Well, tell us about it, honey," Angie giggled. She sat directly across from Dirk; under her shorty skirt he could catch glimpses of her panned cunt framed provocatively by a frilly mini-slip. Her big tits strained at her blouse. Carla knew, of course, that he had serviced Angie that afternoon.
Susy sat demurely at Dirk's left, trying to keep her miniskirt from sliding back along her lush, young thighs. The sweet pout of her titties under the jersey kept his cock interested.
Jesus, what a sweet, young bundle of fluff! he thought, lazily. I got her cute fun-gun off out in the pool and she ate it up, man! I'm sure now that was her first come! She'll be dying for more. She's got that dreamy light in her big, blue eyes. I touched her maidenhead, I brought her clit out good and stiff.
Next time I want to eat it. I want to get my chompers on those sweet, virginal tits. I'll turn her into a real swinger and one of these fine days I'll break that cherry with my cock! Sonofabitch!
I wish now I hadn't shot a wad up in Angie's cunt, but she needs a blast once in a while. Do we have to wait until tomorrow night? Shit, I suppose so. I'll try to get Susy alone after a while and trip her trigger a couple of times. She's going for it; she's going for the deal; she's not running out on me. Great!
"The close-ups were real interesting," Carla laughed, lighting a cigarette. "The hero was out in this boat with a young blonde and an older brunette. The film actually showed the guy playing with the blonde's titties, and his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth...."
Susy felt a sweep of naughty pleasure between her thighs. She had tasted her first cocktail before dinner, she had finally finished it, and the rich food had served to heighten her enjoyment. The casual conversation during the meal, the sly innuendos about "fun" and the two stories Carla had heard in town were positively filthy! The idea of a happily married girl telling such dirty things had shocked Susy. But, strangely, she had found herself joining in the laughter. She was determined, now, to be "in." Angie was practical.
This kind of living was exciting!
"I think you're shocking Susy," Angie laughed, wiggling her bottom in the chair. The way she was sitting, with her thighs apart, it was obvious Dirk could see all the way to her panties!
"What's a little kissing between friends?" Carla giggled. She glanced at Susy. "You've been in a few back seats, haven't you, honey?"
"N-no!" Susy stuttered. , The other three laughed.
"Aunt Harriet wouldn't let her out of the house," Angie said. She sighed. "Ohhh, hell! I'm kind of pooped. I think I'll turn in early."
"What'd you do today, honey?" Carla giggled. "Go riding?"
"Yes, but I didn't go near the stable," Angie laughed. She rose from the chair and walked toward the living room entrance.
Susy felt her cheeks turn even warmer. Was Carla going inside, too? Was the wife going to leave her husband out in the shadows with the new young girl? Susy shuddered. A look passed between Carla and Dirk, and it was going to happen. The pretty redhead stood up and stretched.
"I bought some new undies, honey," she said to Dirk. "I think I'll go in, too. I'll show you the stuff when you come to bed."
Don't leave now! Susy wanted to shout. But why was her heart hammering and why was her crotch tingling with anticipation?
I'm looking forward to it," Dirk smiled, winking at Carla.
She twitched her slender, rounded bottom, giggled, and walked into the house, out of sight.
"Be good, you two," she called back.
"Always kidding," Dirk said, easily. "I hope we're not being too outspoken, Susy."
"N-no, it's all right," Susy muttered.
She watched him put his cigar aside and rise to his feet. He stretched, cat-like. Susy was pleased with the subdued lighting; her cheeks were burning. Her fingers trembled on the chair arms.
"Do you like it here, cutie?" he asked, casually. His dark eyes seemed to have a kind of inner flame.
"Well, yes!" she exclaimed. I've never had a boy friend, I've never been kissed by a man, but he's had his hands on me, and I want them there again, and again!
Did he put something in that drink? I'm all shaky and warm inside. That sexy conversation was too much! Poor Harriet! She had never lived; she didn't know what the world was really like. Sex could be a fun thing, it didn't have to be all tied up in pink ribbons, did it?
Men went to whore houses for relief, but where did nice girls go? In this area they found a "situation" with a considerate man. Love could happen later. She was too young to marry, anyway!
He moved in front of her, catching her hand, drawing her to her feet.
"Don't be bashful, Susy," he said, soothingly. I'm not going to bite you."
She trembled as his fingers tightened on her hand.
"You look very pretty tonight," he smiled. "Have you got a little kiss for me?"
She nodded, aching to have his hands on her body. She was warm and tingly inside, the memory of the thing in the swimming pool whirled excitingly in her mind. The after dinner drink seemed to flame that place between her thighs; the thin, thin pink panties she wore seemed too tight against her pussy curve.
His arms slipped around her waist, almost as if they belonged there; his head lowered, she saw the handsome planes of his face, his mouth opening, and a wild shudder seized her. A lass! A real mouth-to-mouth closeness that would bring more thrills. She needed loving. She was starved for a man's touches; she was dressed for fun, so why not have it?
His mouth settled on her lips, his arms tightened around her waist, and the spread of her eager mouth-flesh under his virile pressure filled her with tingly wonder. He was so gentle and persuasive, so totally male! She didn't care who he was married to; he wanted her youth, her freshness, her virginal charms.
Even if he made out with her she had nothing to fear! Angie was right!
Suddenly she found her arms around his shoulders, she was softening, yielding, engulfed in a sexy, naughty dream.
I'm easy, but I don't care! I need another orgasm. I loved it, loved it! I want his fingers up inside my vagina! I need a penis, too! I'm all hot down there, I can feel wetness in my panties!
She trembled, her lips seemed to turn even warmer, they had a sensuous clinginess, they were responding to his maleness. He rolled his mouth excitingly against her flaming lips, she felt her hips curving towards his hips, and as her passion climbed she felt the hot tip of his tongue worming into her throat!
Ohhhh, it was luscious! It wasn't like watching people kiss on TV, or reading about how it was done; this was real, live, in full color! His tongue was moving in and out, as his finger had slipped in and out, in and out, during her swimming "lesson."
It was comforting to know that a really mature and appealing man found her sexy enough to do this sexy thing for her. He had two other women, but now she was receiving his ardor. She trembled and her lips fluttered beneath his. His own tongue seemed to know how to stab back!
Ohhhh, it's almost as if he was kissing me between the legs! she thought, dirtily. I know some men do it! Will he want to do it, for ME? Ohhhhh, I'm burning all over!
She found herself being moved gently to a wide, padded chaise lounge; she was sinking down on it, he was still kissing her, nibbling at her eager lips, his hands now growing bolder. Fingers touched her thighs, above the tops of her nylons; she spread her legs, craving his caresses!
His mouth lifted, at last. "Delicious, curie!"
"Ohhh, Dirk!" she breathed, feeling his hand crawl along her tender thigh flesh.
"Tell me how good it feels," he whispered, into her lips. "Did you like that ... out in the pool?"
"Yes!" she gasped.
"Ever have anything like that before, sweet?"
"No!" His finger touched her pussy, and she shuddered again. "Quite a thrill, huh?"
"Yes, yes!" she panted. "You shouldn't have!" He chuckled. "You're so sexy I couldn't resist."
"Am I, really?"
"Very sexy, Susy! Come on, tell me how this feels?" His finger was moving up and down on her slit.
"B-but I can't!" she wailed, shivering. Her hips were curving toward his seeking, exploring hand.
"I like it when a girl tells me about it," he breathed, biting her lower Hp. "Don't you know the words?"
"I-I guess not," she breathed, as the sweet longing burned through her pelvis. Now his palm was pressing her vagina, the honey seemed to be dripping from her achy hole.
"You've got a very cute, tight pussy, honey," he murmured. Suddenly she felt his fingers moving inside her panty, onto the puffy flesh! The stinging contact was even sweeter than it had been out in the water!
"I love what you're doing!" she gasped.
"Wen, move your hips," he suggested. "Hunch up!"
Her pelvis came unhinged; she knew what he meant. And just as she tipped her curve higher, his finger slid juicily into her sweet-hole!
"OHHH!" she panted.
In and out, in and out! Her hips were moving as his finger moved. The sweetness was gathering, the heaven was drawing nearer! Almost, and oh, almost! Nothing else mattered now but the quick delight!
"OHH, Dirk!" she cried, quaking.
"When you make it, say, I'm coming,'" he urged. But his suggestion was lost in the wash of her bursting passion. She shuddered and humped wildly on his finger, and the swift stabs of joy swept up to her aching breasts and down to her toes and back up to her pulsing pussy! She wailed fiercely, she felt the crazy wiggling of the chaise lounge as the sexy, wanted, long-awaited thing happened in her pelvis. That small zone at the top of her slit seemed to explode! She writhed and panted and hugged him tightly. The dream excitement lasted and lasted and lasted!