Chapter 4
As she moved in the bed the next morning, Emily accidentally brushed against her breasts, and she winced in sudden pain. She touched the delicate surfaces again with her right hand, discovering that the tenderness extended all along her chest and belly to the soft white skin of her inner thighs. Jim's rapacious attack on her long-neglected pussy had been even more vicious than she had realized, and she looked once again at him, thinking how handsome he was-but a beast, a coarse and vulgar jungle beast, bent solely on fucking his women into cruel submission.
Jim was, at the moment, more concerned with the pain in his head. He had washed his face in cold water and taken three aspirins, but still he clutched the bureau with one hand and his forehead with the other, waiting for the elves with their pickaxes to stop drilling through his brain. "Oh shit," he muttered, closing his eyes. "Oh, my fucking head! I need some coffee."
"I would imagine so," his bride said in a quiet, prim tone of voice. "Is that all you need?" she added, tight-lipped.
"No, I could go for another nice piece of ass," Jim replied with half-hearted lightness, "But that'll have to wait until after the coffee. Come on and join me down in the Lodge dining room for breakfast before we go down the river to snag a little trout."
"I'd rather rest a while longer, if you don't mind."
Jim laughed at this, despite the pain it caused. He reached into a drawer, pulling out a striped polo shirt and trousers, as he said, "Really wore your hot little pussy out last night, eh? Well, you'll get used to it, don't worry."
"I sincerely doubt that," she snapped puritanically.
Jim frowned slightly, then walked slowly over and sat down on the side of the bed. He gently began to stroke his quivering wife as she huddled forlornly under the sheets, and he tried to think of some way to comfort her, to tell her how much he loved her ... but his mind was dazed and foggy from his hangover. Faltering, he said, "Sweetheart, listen to me...."
"Go have your coffee and breakfast, Jim. Leave me alone."
"I will, but ... but listen to me. What you experienced last night is typical."
"Is it though? I thought all the other girls were simply delighted to fall victim to your masculine charms, just eager to fling themselves at you."
Jim blushed slightly at the mention of his fucking other women. "I ... didn't mean them, Emily. I meant that it was a typical wedding night for a straitlaced woman around the turn of the century. My mother told me so. She told me how even when she married dad during the First World War, it took some getting used to. She said it was even worse for her mother, that she-my grandmother, that is-cried all night and threw up twice. But after a while, she found she liked it. You will too."
He got up then, kissing Emily lightly on the top of her head, deciding he'd said enough, and that he really did need that cup of coffee and bacon and eggs. He quietly walked out of the motor home.
After she heard the door close, Emily began to weep her tiny, private sobs. She had wanted to reply to Jim, to call him back and tell him it was partly her fault that thing had gone badly the night before ... but she had been speechless. It frightened her too much, the realization of the truth of what Jim had explained to her, that she was indeed a Victorian woman living in the twentieth century, shackled by prudishness and myth. It frightened her even more to know that from such gruesome beginnings, sexual enthusiasm could grow, but how? How could she ever learn to love that huge, steel-hard cock of his fucking mercilessly up into her nakedly spread cunt?
Kim Anderson arose quietly without waking her sleeping young bridegroom. She didn't want to face him just yet, to see the crushed expression in his eyes and to be forced to verbally relive the happenings on the Winnebago couch. Later she would have to talk things over and suffer the shame and humiliation she knew he would heap on her ... but later she could probably handle it. Now it was simply too much to bear.
Shaking her head sadly, Kim began rummaging through her suitcase for some clean clothes. She found a white velour pullover and wriggled into it without the benefit of a brassiere. She was proud that her firm, full breasts still did not need any man-made devices to remain high and perfectly separated, and she enjoyed the soft caress of the stretchy fabric over her sensitive mounds. The sweater was not a see-through, and it covered the full view of her bosom as well as if she had had the additional covering of a bra; but there was something erotically stimulating in the way she gently jiggled whenever she moved, the distended tips of her nipples bobbing like undulating pointers under the tight fabric.
Then she slipped on a pair of very light blue panties that had rosebuds sewn at the corners, and a navy blue pair of shorts which were so short that they were almost halfway up her pale hips, showing off the creases in the front where her legs joined her cunt. With sudden awareness she realized that she-or anybody else-could see her panties, which in turn gave a rather lewd view of the tightly pressed lips of her pussy. A small forbidden thrill tingled through her loins; she knew that if she had any sense, she would quickly change into something less revealing and more modest. This was too daring and suggestive, and Jerry would never approve! She was courting a worse scene than the one the night before, once he caught a glimpse of how she was displaying herself!
With a small, disheartened sigh, she crossed her arms to remove the sweater ... then she paused and dropped her hands. Her impulsiveness with Jerry last night had probably set their marriage adjustment back a bit, and she should act the meek and repentant wife today for both their sakes. But Kim was a proud and strong-willed girl, and as dangerous and flaunting as keeping these clothes on might be, there arose in her a strange and quixotic rebellion which she could not deny. They would stay on ... at least until her point was made!
I've got a good body, she thought as she turned toward the door. A damned fine body ... and Jerry is simply going to have to get used to it ... and appreciate it ... as I, and the guys who fucked me before him have. ... But how?
She didn't know. She had vowed to control her carnally amorous nature long enough to gradually teach him all the tricks she had come to enjoy. She wasn't ashamed of the way she was, and certainly her slender, lovable, handsome young husband had shown his own desires to the best of his limited ability. There ... that was the problem in a nutshell: limited. Jerry was limited not only in technique, but in his very outlook toward sex and bodily satisfaction. She had scared him last night ... she knew that ... scared him as a lover; demoralized him as a man; and reduced his self-esteem and affection for her.
And it was this which she felt the most guilty about, this and the humiliating fact that she could no longer trust her treacherous little pussy. It was obvious that she couldn't stop herself from following her lewd impulses once the sensual juices started flowing. Her promises to herself had not lasted for more than a few short minutes once she was faced with the temptation of Jerry's cock, and Lord! What would happen the next time? And the time after that? Would she end up killing his love and their marriage before it had a chance to get off the ground? Would her hot cunt ruin everything?
She started down the path from their camper site to the main Lodge, her head hanging low and her spirits dragging. But with the fresh dry morning air and the quiet beauty of nature around her, her hopes and dreams were soon revitalized. A brightness and warmth lifted her morbid thoughts, and the recollection of her disgraceful actions faded from her consciousness. It was useless to chastise herself for last night's weaknesses ... she couldn't go back and erase her fingerfucking herself, and surely her love for Jerry was strong enough for her to become the good wife he desired. Take things as they come, Kim told herself, and the problems will certainly sort themselves out! They have to...!
Five minutes later she arrived at the main building, and taking a deep breath, she entered the door to the breakfast room. It was separate from the dining room, which wasn't open until noon; but it was attached to the cocktail lounge with its warm fire forever crackling in the huge hearth and its panoramic view of the river and the mountains beyond. She took a corner table, away from the bright morning sunlight streaming in through the large plate-glass window, and close to the flames which leapt up from the huge oak logs.
As she ate a hearty breakfast of fried eggs, she constantly glanced at the fire as if its flames could assure her that all would be well. Just as she was about to wipe up the last of the egg on her plate with a piece of toast, she heard a familiar voice.
"Mind if I join you, Kim?"
She glanced up then, and saw her father grinning down at her. "Oh, good morning," she said, smiling in return. "I didn't see you over there."
"I know. You had your face buried in your breakfast as if your mind were a million miles from here. Where's Jerry?"
"Asleep," Kim said, her smile fading.
"Uh-huh," Jim said, sliding into the chair across the table from hers. "Emily is still in bed too. She's on the casualty list, I'm afraid."
"Casualty?"
"Never mind," her father sighed. "I've been down here awhile, but over in the lounge part. Damned good thing the booze never stops flowing around here. I needed some of the hair of the dog that bit me last night."
"Don't tell me you're drunk already, Dad?"
"No, I wouldn't call it drunk, but I'm sure as hell not feeling any pain."
The waiter came over, and Jim turned down the standard breakfast in favor of a cup of black coffee. Neither he nor Kim said anything until the young boy returned; and even then there was a long pause, only the sound of cups touching saucers cutting the silence. At last Jim asked, "Well, how'd it go with you?"
"How did what go?"
"Last night! How was it in the sack with Jerry?"
Even Kim blushed slightly at her father's blunt question and said uneasily, "Oh, just fine."
Her father caught the lack of enthusiasm in her response and knew she was avoiding the issue. His early morning vodka had loosened his tongue enough to pursue the subject. "Come on, Kim, this is me asking. Your own father who knows better than anyone else about your wild times. Remember that weekend at the Monterey Motel when we had rooms next to each other? The walls in that old place were so thin we could hear every move everybody else made; and I don't know whose bed was squeaking the loudest:-Carolyn and me, or you with old what's-his-name."
"Bill Marlowe," Kim said tartly.
"Yeah, I never figured out why you didn't marry him. He was nuts about you, as I recall."
"I didn't love him, that's why."
"Uh-huh. Sex is sex, but love is love."
"Dad, please...."
"I know, I know," he said, taking a sip of the strong coffee. "You're married now and a real straight arrow."
"No, it's not that, Dad. We're too close to have silly secrets between us, especially over things like that. It's just...." She lapsed into a weak silence, unable to voice the sadness that hung over her entire consciousness.
"Let me guess," her father said quietly. "It was a bust."
"Dad...."
"A bust, Kim, like mine was last night ... a goddamned disaster."
"Was it?" Kim leaned forward, her breath catching in her throat. "Was it really?"
"I might as well have fucked a hole in the ground, for all the rise I got out of her," he confessed morosely.
"Emily will learn in time, Dad. I was scared the first time too, scared pissless, and I'm sure in retrospect that I must've been the world's worst screw."
"Yeah, you're right. She'll learn in time ... I hope!"
"But if you're a little rough with her now, that's to be expected, Dad. I mean, you're a man, but with a woman, it's different." Unable to contain herself, the dam of her emotions having been cracked by her father's candid remarks, Kim blurted out, "It's inexcusable for me to have acted like you probably did. I ... I really blew it last night."
"Blew it? Well, what's wrong with that?"
"I don't mean it that way, Dad. I wish I did! I mean, well ... I got carried away with things ... only Jerry ... didn't. He wouldn't even speak to me afterwards; and I'm not sure I'll be able to take what he does say when he finally gets around to it. I feel like ... like some old whore who has just seduced an innocent high school boy!"
Jim, seeing the tears welling up in his daughter's eyes, and the trembling of her breasts beneath her thin sweater, reached across the table and fondly patted her hand. "Easy, baby. It's not all that bad. I still love you."
"I don't know what to do about it, Dad. He knows ... he knows all about what I was and still am, I guess. Maybe not the facts, dates and names ... but the general idea. I'm not sure I can act the sweet and naive girl around him any longer; or if I can, if even that will patch up the mess I made of things last night."
"Sweet and naive? Why can't you just be yourself?"
Kim couldn't help laughing at that, though the laugh came out mirthless and bitter.
"Don't you understand? I was myself, and that's what caused the trouble!"
Jim shook his head. "Don't you believe it Kim. Take it from me-and I should know-a guy may want his woman to be a lady in the living room and put up a big front about her decency and propriety, but he wants a slut in the bedroom!"
"No, not Jerry."
"Yes, including Jerry, even if he doesn't know it at the moment." Jim leaned over and looked earnestly into his daughter's eyes. "Listen, I'll tell you a story. When I was at that nudist camp in Nevada summer before last, I was talking to this married gal-hell, she was about your age now-and she told me her sex life had gotten fabulous since she and her husband had become nature freaks. She had a great body, and he was glad everyone knew it belonged to him. Men are funny that way, and Jerry's no different."
"All right, assuming you're correct. What do I do about it?"
"Same kind of thing I'm going to do about Emily. I'm not going to say I'm sorry, and I'm not going to reverse myself and suddenly act humble and contrite when I'm not. It's up to me, and to you, to show Jerry and his mother that they're the ones who are all screwed up! In other words, don't try to play sweet and naive, but be even a wilder lover than you were last night! Bowl him over with sex! Do it with him the way you want to and do it and do it and do it ... until you've shown him how much fun it is, and how much you love him for it! Fuck your way to happiness!"
Kim laughed again, this time with genuine amusement. "Well, if it doesn't work, it'll at least be fun while it lasts!"
"That's the idea!"
For a moment, he and Kim lapsed into silence again, and he studied his only daughter's voluptuous beauty over the rim of his cup while he drank the coffee. The first inkling of a wickedly lewd idea came to him then; and as he sat, he mulled over the plan to see how it might be worked. Thoughtfully he shaped and molded the details, for if he was successful, it would be one of the wildest afternoons he could have ever dreamed of! He could feel his cock throb at the thought.
He had always harbored a secret desire to watch his voluptuous daughter getting fucked out of her skull ... to see her writhing and moaning beneath a lustful man ... and her conversation about last night with Jerry had sparked the obscene and perverted wish into a full-grown need. And if Emily were along with him, as she more than likely would be, the sight would blow her prudish mind! Of course, Emily might object, to the point of ruining everything ... but Jim believed the advice he had been giving Kim, and he had the notion that spying on another couple fucking like crazy might be just the ticket to set his bride's cunt on fire with passion!
The more he thought about watching them fuck, the more he was eager to give it a try. He knew that there was a good chance it would not happen; there was too large an element of luck involved to give any guarantees, but he was determined to make it work. What the hell, there was nothing to lose ... and a lot to gain! His cock throbbed with depraved excitement, his mouth twisting in a smile of sheer lechery.
"Tell you what, Kim," he said smoothly to his daughter. "I'll host a party tonight over at our campsite. You know, turnabout for the celebration you and Jerry gave last night. Only you see to it that Mr. Morals drinks like a fish, until all his resistance is washed away."
Thinking about how Jerry had acted while stoned with the vodka and tonic, Kim saw that her father might have an idea. Liquor short-circuited inhibitions better than anything else that was readily available, as she well knew from all the times she had found herself in the sack after a few too many! "But," she told her father wisely, "you'll have to be the one who plies Jerry with the sauce, not I. He'll be on his guard with me, whereas he'd go along with you because you're a man."
"And maybe he'd listen to me too," Jim added. "If the topic comes up openly, I'll try to set him straight." Then, leaning forward more intently, he said, "Don't rest on your laurels until tonight though. Try to cop a feel of his cock as soon as you get back to your camper."
"Not a chance," Kim sighed unhappily. "That bed is strictly off-limits for anything other than sleeping, at least until he cools down."
"Then take him down the river for a little ... uh ... pussy-fishing."
"Down the river?" Kim's mouth opened wide with surprise. "You mean get him to lay me right out in the open?"
"Sure! A little picnic maybe, nice and innocent. Once his guard is down, fuck it to him! He loves you, Kim, he won't be able to keep his hands off you, not once his juices start flowing. And Christ, I know how you operate! You could cause a dead man to get a hard-on if you set your mind to it!"
"How the hell do you know so much about my sex life anyway?" Kim snapped, nettled by her father's obvious interest in her sexual affairs. "I wasn't all that open about my men, was I?"
"No," Jim answered, winking good-naturedly. "No, but it was the older ones who liked to talk to me, since I was your father. Or didn't you know some of them called you the 'cock-cannibal'?"
"Dad! If you ever told Jerry that, I think I'd kill you with my bare...."
"Don't worry, I won't! But just between you and me, my darling daughter, I like you wild and woolly! Face it, you're better than all the girls I've known, and if they like getting screwed, why shouldn't you? Isn't that what love is all about-seeing that the one you love is happy? And Kim, I love you more than anybody else, except Emily, of course."
"Thanks, Dad," Kim said softly, smiling tenderly at her father. "That's sweet of you to say. And I ... I think you're the greatest too ... outside of Jerry. Maybe ... maybe I will try and get him to go on a picnic with me like you suggest. He loves to swim, and I can always suggest that maybe he needs a little outdoor recreation!"
"Dave Jackson told me you gave the meanest cocksucking in the world," her father leaned over and whispered. "Maybe you could lick his cock a little and show him the real joy of sex."
"Dad! You beast," she smiled. "But maybe. Perhaps he needs to see what a red-hot, shameless little whore I really can be when I get turned on to fucking ; ... especially when there's a little ... uh ... as you say, fishing involved!!!"