Chapter 5
As they walked along the riverbank heading toward a quiet fishing spot, young Jerry Anderson studied his new bride. Despite his mixed and seething emotions, he couldn't help admiring her magnificently curved body. She was walking in a relaxed manner, their picnic lunch in a bag on her shoulder. Full noon sunlight shone on the river and glistened off her golden hair like an admiring spotlight from the gods. From where Jerry walked carrying their fishing poles at the rear of her, the twenty-two-year-old girl was everything he had ever desired in a woman; and his leanly muscular thighs throbbed with a defiant desire to once again fuck his cock into her ripely curvaceous flesh.
But as much as he wanted to touch her, kiss her, make love to her-as much as he knew she wanted him too-he couldn't seem to make that first move. Not after last night! One half of him cried out that he was a man, her man, her husband, and should therefore enjoy all of the sweet taste of her
... but the other half shouted that he was also a man of pride and integrity and should have nothing to do with a potion, however sweet, that was flavored with poisoned honey. He didn't know what to do any longer. He had hoped that coming out to fish at the lonely spot down the river bank as she had suggested, would somehow clear his head ... provide him with a new direction; for having spent the morning alone in the camper bus had only left him more confused and angry.
She had tried-oh God, how Kim had tried to be nice and cheery and wifey to him!-but he was still stymied, unable to fathom the situation, much less how to handle it. The whole affair was so damned alien to him, so utterly foreign to anything he'd ever had to encounter before in his life! He'd stare at Kim and know he loved her with all his heart, and then his whirling mind would envision his lovely bride in the arms and the bed of another man and he would grow cold in his soul.
Jerry's young brain continually swirled with lewd pictures of Kim and the men who had fucked her before ... her curvaceous, naked young body displayed whorishly for them; her smoothly tapered legs spread and her firm thighs quivering in anticipation; the curl-fringed lips of her tight little cunt quivering and beckoning to them to fuck it.
... Her premarital lovers were faceless in his mind, for all that Jerry imagined were their hard, erect cocks standing out from their loins, their huge hairy balls, cum-loaded and swinging down between his wife's welcoming thighs as she reached out to grasp their great throbbing cocks and guided them in toward her hungrily demanding cunt ... and then, the wild, wet fucking sounds as the no-name men slithered their virile cocks up inside the eagerly flaring blonde-fringed mouth between her wide-splayed legs, her pussy clasping around their meaty shafts with carnivorous lust ... the deep throbbing ... the incoherent babblings as their desire-convulsing bodies reached for the magical apex of a cock-and-cunt-bursting cum ... and then the hot, wet gush of male cock-juices, the white-hot semen pooling in his bride's belly and mixing lewdly with her own wildly spewing sexual secretions....
God! Jerry clenched his eyes tightly together, unable to look at Kim, quietly spreading the blanket for them now. He turned swiftly and took a bottle of wine to cool in the river as he set out their fishing poles according to her earlier instructions. He wished that the river could as easily cool the jealousy which raged in his heart, and wash away the thought which burdened his mind ... the thoughts of a hundred other guys fucking the living shit out of his bride!
His lovely wife was near tears and she felt a warm wetness beginning to form in her eyes as she watched her young husband setting out the fishing poles on the bank. She compressed her lips tightly, remembering her father's advice, and determined that Jerry would not see her sadness. When at last he took the bottle out again, and came toward her with it in his hands, she consciously ignored the obvious agitation in his manner, and managed to smile weakly up at his as if nothing was wrong.
"Having a good time, honey?" she half whispered.
"Yeah." His voice sounded strangely hoarse. "Yeah, a great time, a helluva great time."
"I ... I'm glad." She slid nearer to him as he sat down on the blanket. "You want me to help you with the cork?"
"No, I don't need your help." He grabbed the bottle opener with its corkscrew attachment and started jabbing it into the cork. The inside of his mouth was terribly dry. He wished she wouldn't sit so close to him, so close that he could smell the feminine heat of her body. Jesus, it was all building up inside him like an atomic explosion, building up until he wasn't sure he could control it.
He coughed, as if to swallow the words of anger and pain that were forming in his throat, trembling as Kim slid very close to him now, the twin mounds of her half-naked breasts touching his arm. No brassiere-Christ, she didn't even have the modesty to cover her tits decently! But what for? he thought cynically. How many men has she stripped naked for already, thrusting out those magnificent tits of hers to be kissed and sucked and squeezed ... maybe fucked between....
Kim reached out hesitantly and stroked his bare arm, pulling at the short sleeve of his T-shirt. Jerry didn't look at her, his eyes remaining on the stubborn bottle of wine, his lips still tightly pressed while he tried to pry the cork out. He needed a drink in the worst way. Why didn't the cork come out? It was like it was glued in there! He battled the bottle some more, shaking her fingers off of him as though they were annoying insects; and then the top portion of the cork broke, dislodging the cheap corkscrew. Now he'd have to start over!
But it was too late for that. It was too late for everything, and his bitterness and self-pity welled up in his mouth till he thought he'd choke. He turned savagely to Kim, his eyes smoldering, and said in a shaky voice, "How many, Kim?"
The tone of his voice caused her heart to pound violently. "How many what, honey?"
"Don't honey me," Jerry snapped. "How many other guys fucked you?"
"Jerry ... Jerry, please...."
"Goddamn it!" he snarled. "How many fucked you before me?"
"We ... we'd better change the subject," she said quietly.
"I'd hate to ruin your day with my emotional feelings," he replied, his words abruptly clipped. "I must seem like an idiot to you, asking that."
"No, Jerry," she said weakly. "No, you don't. It's just that I love you. I love you very much, and I ... I hate seeing you suffer this way. Please, can't you just forget about it? It has nothing to do with us."
"Fine, just fine," he said sarcastically. He yanked viciously at the cork in the bottle. "My tender bride turns out to have been fucked by everything but the family goat-and I'm supposed to forget it. Forgive and forget! Well, you're right. I will forget that question-I doubt that you've got fingers and toes enough to count up all the guys you've fucked before me. But answer me this: did you like their cocks in your cunt?"
In spite of herself, Kim found her mind returning to some of her boyfriends she had known and been fucked by ... to the vision of spreading her legs wide open to them and the feel of their large, rock-hard cocks fucking deep up into her heatedly responding cunt. Had she liked them fucking her? Yes ... yes, hell yes, she had! She had liked it enough to reach an orgasm, to cum in blinding, crashing waves and to cry out her own fulfillment and beg them shamelessly like a five-dollar whore to spew their flood of hot milky cum deep up into her belly....
"Well?" Jerry asked, flinging the bottle from him in frustration. "I asked you a question, bitch! Did you like them fucking you? Did you like it better than fishing?"
"Oh, Lord, Jerry honey, don't torture me or yourself this way!"
"You did like their cocks in you, didn't you?"
"Yes!" she blurted. "Jesus Christ, yes! I loved their big cocks splitting my pussy!"
"You fuckin' whore!"
"Yes, I'm a whore! Now does that make you feel better?" The words were a whip to her brain, a well-deserved verbal chastisement, and she felt the masochistic need to hear more. "Yes, I'm a slut, a tramp! And I love getting fucked! Yes, EVEN better than fishing!"
She sobbed uncontrollably against his chest now, but he refused to touch her. "You act like you're proud of the fact," he said.
"Noooooooo," she wailed miserably. "No, I'm not proud. I love you and I've hurt you deeply, by admitting I've been fucked by a lot of guys, but ... but this all happened before we met, Jerry, believe me, before we met. I didn't know you. How could I know it would make this difference? I didn't love any of them."
"It's the idea that you let a man fuck you at all that hurts, Kim," he said contemptuously; and goaded with righteous indignation, he added, "And so I wasn't good enough to make you cum last night. Me, who hasn't been around and haven't cracked my nuts on other women, I couldn't please you last night, could I?"
"No, Jerry, no ... you don't understand. I love you, I want only you now...."
"I was a reject!"
Her fingers were kneading the front of his T-shirt spasmodically now, and Kim felt a curious tingling sensation beginning in the pit of her stomach. "You were fine, you were wonderful, Jerry...."
"Don't lie to me!" he barked scornfully.
"You ... you're everything I want in a man, Jerry!"
"Oh, you just like to finger-fuck yourself better than fucking, is that it? Your fingers instead of my cock, right?"
"No! No, it ... it happens that way sometimes, that's all, honey. You set me on fire last night, made me ready to crawl the walls with your fucking!" The tingling was spreading, inflaming her cunt, and she knew it was the beginning of intense arousal. For some perverted reason, her husband's derisiveness was having a sexual effect on her body. She was being slowly consumed with lust, with a desire for Jerry, for his flesh, for his ... his cock fucking up inside of her pussy. I want him to fuck me, she thought suddenly. I'm a whore, aren't I, nothing but a whore, and that's what whores want, isn't it? To be fucked ... fucked ... fucked.... I
"It was our first time, Jerry," she said, faltering. "A ... a couple learns together, from each other, about each other's needs and moods and delights...." Her hand began to make tiny circular motions on his stomach, rubbing gently, teasingly, dipping lower until it was just about to the waistband of his tennis shorts. "I've been fucked by other men, it's true. But no man like you, Jerry, and we'll be wonderful together, you'll see. We'll learn from each other, if you'll give me-give us-the chance...."
He wanted to throw her away as he had the wine bottle. He didn't want another thing to do with her ... but he was unable to take his eyes off her provocative tits as she squirmed her thinly clad body eagerly against him. Involuntarily, his cock lurched against his undershorts, and his balls jerked with a lewd spark of arousal!
God, if he only didn't love her so much! Oh, how he'd like to give in to his physical cravings right this minute, sweep her in his arms and fuck her and tell her yes, that he'd forgive and forget. She was so damnably desirable, so ... so damned hot to fuck! He moistened his lips, already mentally kissing her soft coral lips, caressing her big white tits and licking the pink-rimmed nipples he could almost see....
Jerry's excited cock swelled with new hunger and strained for release against his pants. He sucked in his breath, trying to stiffen his resolve and reaffirm his anger, to banish the lecherous thoughts in his mind which were betraying him ... but in spite of his best intentions, his hardened cock remained throbbing and blood-bloated. He looked down at Kim's wandering hand, remembering how she'd touched his cock the night before and wondering if his fury and wrath about letting other guys fuck her were making her attempt the same thing again. He couldn't comprehend what was happening to either of them now; he couldn't understand at all.
"What ... what the hell do you think you're up to, Kim?"
"Jerry...." she moaned soulfully, "oh God, Jerry, I ... I want you to fuck me so badly!"
"What?" he asked increduously. "I want you to ... to fuck me! Fuck me right here and now!"
"What?" he said again, not believing his ears. "Here? Out here in the woods like a couple of ... rabbits?"
"Yes! Oh, Jerry, yes! Let's fuck like rabbits."
Her hand moved to the waistband of his shorts now, sliding under it and the elastic top of his underwear. She could feel the wiry bristles of his cock hair, and the touch of him sent ripples of desire coursing through her cunt. Her hand dipped still lower, seizing and caressing the head of his cock, and then she ran her fingernail over it tantalizingly. Blood pounded through Jerry's balls, causing his cock to tremble with its hardness and palpitate achingly under her probing fingers. Jesus! She was stark staring mad! This was a hundred times more debauched than before, where at least they had been in the privacy of their own camper! His brain reeled, her fingers on him like boiling hot irons, inflaming his cock and balls until fiery arousal consumed his desire to resist....
His eyes flew guiltily around the small clearing and across the river, afraid that her cock-stroking would be seen. But nobody was around ... they were alone, as alone as if they were in the camper ... '.
"Jerry," his bride mewled pleadingly, completely caught up in her excitement, knowing that she was awakening her husband's love for her. It was as her father had prophesied-that by being more blatantly sensuous than she had been before, she was awakening both Jerry and herself to a passion which even she hadn't realized existed until now! She had to have him! "Jerry ... Jerry, don't you want to fuck my pussy?"
"Holy Jesus!" he gasped. His hips began to squirm and rotate on the blanket from her lewd cock-stroking under his shorts, and he was breathing as if he'd run the hundred yard dash in record time. "I ... I can't believe this!"
"Don't you, Jerry? Don't you feel my fingers around your big hot cock?"
Kim's nimble hands continued to caress his cock and balls, sliding down across his swelling testicles as she ground her soft, braless titties against his T-shirted chest. Her other hand was beginning to dexterously unsnap the front of his tennis shorts, widening the zipped fly so she could clasp his hotly aching cock more firmly. Her lips were parted and she kept running her pink little tongue wetly back and forth across them, her breath was fervid and as hot as a cunt against his face, her eyes lidded with her own sensual need to be fucked crazy.
Jerry knew he should pull his cock away from her, end this impossible scene before it reached the point of no return. But the maddening pleasure of her fingers around it rendered him frozen, incapable of motion. She's crazy! he thought with gathering panic. I married a fucking nympho! Playing with my cock right out in the open this way! Jesus, what a hot fucking bitch!
"Tell me you do, Jerry ... tell me you want to fuck it to my hot little cunt-hole."
"I can't!" he groaned, shaking his head with confusion. "You're a slut, a whore, you've been fucked by a dozen other guys! ... that's not right!"
"No, Jerry, you're the one who's not right," the unhappy blonde blurted out from the pressure of her needs. "Fucking and sucking cocks and pussies is fun and natural, and a nice way of getting closer to somebody else."
"Is that all it is? Is that all I am to you? A cock to fuck you?"
"No! sex is not wrong without love-but it's not as good as it can be with the one you really love! All right, so I've been fucked silly by other men, but don't you understand? It only makes me appreciate the love I have for you, Jerry! Ohhhh, come on and fuck me, fuck me like the other guys did!"
"God, Kim-!"
"It's okay, honey, go ahead and enjoy fucking my hot little pussy, enjoy what I have to give! The other guys loved to fuck it!"
"But ... but what if somebody comes along the river and sees us?"
"Nobody will," she moaned, not caring at that moment if they were spotted. "We're all by ourselves way out here in the woods. Just let yourself go, honey, stick your cock in me and fuck me and want me...."
"I ... I...." His voice choked in his swollen throat. He stared at his bride transfixed, his cock pulsing maddeningly in his opened tennis shorts from her lewd and wanton fondlings of his cock, her lurid words battling with his own well-taught concepts of morality. It was wrong, it had to be! Or was it...? So much had happened in so short a time. "No, I ... no! ... Ohhhhhh, shit yes! I'll fuck you! Yes, yes, yes!"
Jerry couldn't help himself any longer! His admission tore from his chest in a strangled cry he barely recognized as his own, and then she was pressing her warm, moist lips down hard against his mouth. Kim's fingers were moving faster and faster on his turgidly pulsing hardness as their hot, slippery tongues curled around together burning and flicking back and forth in the rhythmic attitude of fucking. And then she drew hers out and whispered wetly in his ear:
"Strip me naked! Rip my panties off! As if I were a slut, Jerry! As if I were your own whore you had just paid ten dollars to fuck any way you liked!"
His hand bunched over the thin fabric of her sweater, then savagely he tore it up and over her head. There was a whispering, whooshing sound as it came loose from her arms, and her taut hard-nippled breasts were suddenly nodding free in the warm heat of the California sun. He gropingly closed his hands over her shorty shorts, clutching them desperately as he fumbled with the zipper; and when he yanked it down over her sensuously grinding asscheeks and hips, he curled his fingers so as to grab her panties as well. She helped him remove the shorts and panties by twisting her hips and squeezing her thighs together, and viciously he drew them down over her straining legs, wet now from the hotly flowing fuck-juices of her naked cunt.
And then she was entirely nude and lying on the blanket, and his hands were on her heaving white tits, kneading and pinching her pebble-like nipples until she mewled with pleasure deep in her throat. Then one hand was moving down, down over her rippling belly, through the soft blonde curls of her pussy hairs, finally sliding into the moist, trembling slit of her hungrily yearning little cunt-hole. She whimpered in unrestrained excitement as he massaged the tiny pulsing tit of her clitty between his thumb and forefinger. Her naked asscheeks began to grind down into the blanket, in wild, uncontrolled eounterpoint to his lewd fingering up between her widespread legs. Her head nailed from side to side, the sensations so intense within her that fresh new moans of passion and arousal erupted from her throat one after another.
Kim continued to grip her husband's granite-hard cock, drawing the shaft back and forth, tickling the blood-swollen vein on its underside. She felt every ridge, every muscle, every vein in its immense expanse ... but she wanted to know it better, to learn each and every inch of it. She was totally lost now in the building passions which she had allowed to ferment in both their bodies, and which their caressing hands were now further enhancing.
I want to suck it, she thought then as she stroked his penis. I want to suck his big hard prick before he fucks me with it. I want to feel it in my mouth. I want to know what my husband tastes like and enjoy it.
"Let me teach you, Jerry darling," she sighed up at him. "Let me teach you things you never knew existed before!"
Jerry ran his tongue across his lips again, finding them even drier than before. He felt a tremor course through his loins. Christ, why not? He loved her, he reasoned insanely ; he'd always love her, no matter what she was or did! If she could show him some things she'd learned from other guys, he'd be a fool to turn it down! Christ, he loved her!
"Yes," he groaned in answer. "Yes, teach me everything those bastards taught you, you little bitch!"
He felt his bride stir then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at him with love and devotion in her eyes. She brushed the tips of her nakedly dangling tits across his cock and balls as he lay on his back on the blanket, and whispered enticingly down at him: "I want to lick your prick, honey. I want to lick your lovely prick and then I want to suck it up into my throat. Would you like that?"
Tremors of lewd desire ran rampant through his flesh. He'd never dreamed of such degeneracy! Oh sure, there'd been the locker room talks his friends always indulged in, but he always considered that to be wild imagination, or something you paid a fancy whore to do if you could afford it! But his own wife! His own ever-loving wife begging to suck his cock, right out in the middle of the woods! And she wanted to ... wanted to lick and suck his cock, wanted his cum, wanted him!
"Yes!" he crooned. "Oh, Jesus, yes, baby, suck my balls dry!"
Grinning licentiously, Kim began to slide his tennis shorts and undershorts down off his thighs and legs, until his lust-driven cock burst out and into the warm, sweat-slicky palm of her hand. When his clothes were entirely off and he was naked from his T-shirt down, she held his hardened cock clasped for a moment, making little animal sounds of abandoned joy deep in her chest. She cupped his cum-filled balls in her other hand, rubbing them gently back and forth, squeezing them very softly, making the cum build hot and explosive in his scrotum.
Jerry felt the exquisite thrill of her fingers on his balls searing through his body, and suddenly he didn't care any more-he didn't care where she'd learned to suck cock or how many other men's cum she'd swallowed; he didn't care if they were seen fucking by the whole world! The only thing that mattered was that Kim, luscious, desirable Kim, was playing with his cock and balls and wanted to suck him off ...!
Kim poised her face just above the rigid shaft of her new husband's penis. Her eyes were wide open and she stared down at the thin sheen of lubricating fluid which dribbled from the small opening in the glans slit and flowed down along the crown to shine moistly in the brilliant light of the afternoon sun. She kept staring at it as if hypnotized by that cum-filled little unseeing eye, and like a charmed cobra, it seemed to sway before her face and urge her mouth mutely closer, draw nearer.
She obeyed. Her lips were only a scant inch from the purplish blunt cock-head ... half an inch ... and then her tongue slipped out with an agonizing slowness and touched the rubbery flesh. She began to swirl her tongue around the opening, lapping up all the hot, delicious cum, her brain surging from the electric sensation of his cock and the clear, ambrosial tang of his seminal emission. It tasted good, good, good! She ovaled her lips wider and took the huge bulbous head inside her butter-soft mouth, swirling her tongue faster and faster now over his hotly quivering cock-tip, causing Jerry to cry out in pure delight.
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus, Kim! Ohhhhhh, I never knew...!" With a spontaneity born of inexperience, he wrapped his hands in her hair and pushed her face down on him, making her take more of his blood-engorged rod of flesh into her hungrily nibbling mouth.
She massaged the soft, resilient skin of his balls with one hand, while the thumb and forefinger of her other hand were stroking the thick base of his cock at the same time. She was sucking rhythmically up and down, twirling the softness of her tongue maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking across the tiny split in the glans. Jerry flexed his asscheeks on the blanket, moaning, looking down at the cascade of her flailing blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down above his naked loins. He imagined her fleshy pink lips being pulled out, tightly clinging to his hardened cock as she sucked voraciously, his feverish mind churning with the lewdness of the act. He could feel her naked titties dancing hotly against his belly, and he knew that he was going to cum in her beautiful little mouth before very much longer. He could feel the surging, boiling semen in his scrotum, and the impending eruption-of his churning sperm which his bride was threatening to milk right out of him. God, she was ... she was an incredible cocksucker! He had never believed it could feel like this!
There was nothing else in the world, in the universe, for Jerry Anderson at that very instant. He didn't see his mom or Kim's father standing together in the shadows behind the nearby trees; he didn't see Emily waver unsteadily or Jim take her arm with a gentle tug against his body. Even if he had seen them, he wouldn't have bothered to do anything about it. The only thing that existed for the young bridegroom then was the surging cauldron of hot cum which was only seconds away from ejaculating from his ballooning testicles,....
It wouldn't be long now until he shot it far up into her hungrily working little throat, and he wanted to look down when he did and watch her hot little Adam's apple bob up and down when she swallowed it down into her whorish little belly. Jesus Christ! He was going to shoot her so full of cum he could envision it filling her belly, throat and tits, and running out the tips of her nipples like hotly flowing mother's milk!
Earlier that morning Emily Lancer had pulled herself from her bed. Jim was still having his breakfast at the main Lodge, and, remembering his words: "piece of ass right after coffee," she thought it judicious to be fully dressed when he returned. She did not want to risk inciting his lust any more by letting him catch sight of one of her naked titties or pussy hairs as she dressed in his presence.
Now she walked slowly among the trees by the peaceful river, her gaze wandering from Jim by her side to the marvelously unspoiled forests which reached to the horizon in every direction. She had been a little sorry that their two youngsters had already packed up and gone fishing and were not waiting for them in their camper bus when they had stopped by a few moments ago, for she loved her son and was growing to like his bride, and it would've been fun to see them again after last night. But then again, she wasn't too sorry, for when Jim had returned from his extended breakfast, he had told her about the plans for a party that evening, and so she knew everybody would get together then.
Besides, it was extremely pleasant just being alone with Jim, hiking along the placid river looking for a quiet pool in which to fish. It seemed strange to her that Jim acted intent on following one particular route, one without a marked path, but which meandered back and forth along the riverbank. It required him to pause occasionally and look around, listening closely, as if he were on the lookout for something in particular. But this was only a fleeting thought to her; for her heart was beating rapidly with other more important matters.
The wild and uninhibited fucking she had been subjected to on her wedding night still preyed heavily on her mind. The more she considered it and her prissy behavior with Jim this morning, the more she became irritated at and ashamed of herself. Jim had conquered her out of passion and lust, not love and tenderness; but she could not blame him, not really. Perhaps she had made a mistake by listening to her own puritanical mind when Jim had persisted in his desire to fuck her before their marriage. She had been too prudish in their sexual relationship, she now realized, and his brutal attack on her had been brought about by her lack of understanding of his frustration to get into her panties.
But it was going to be different from now on, she pl-edged. She was still too inexperienced to know exactly how to go about it, but she was firmly resolved to try and become the "hot fuck" he desired and needed. Good Lord! She was a grown-up, remarried woman now, and it was high time she discarded at least some of her Victorian hang-ups about people fucking. Possibly if she had done so a long time ago, as Jim had urged, none of last night's disaster would have been necessary. And at this very moment, they would be in each other's arms with his cock up inside her....
She trod softly over the pine needles in her tennis shoes, smiling slightly with the dream of her new resolutions to become a little more whorish. And she was glad Jim had suggested that she not wear stockings or pantyhose while they fished; what with all these bush snags! Jim, a step ahead of her, held his hand down to help her step over a huge log, and then descended first to help her on the way down. Then he said, "I ... I wanted to apologize for last night, Emily. It must've been pretty rough on you."
She smiled at him wistfully, shaking her head. She couldn't seem to find the proper words to answer him, so she remained silent for a moment; and Jim, evidently taking this as a rebuff, tried to comfort her some more.
"Your tits and cunt were so breathtakingly beautiful, standing there nude," he said contritely, feeling his cock throbbing between his legs. God! How he wanted to fuck her tight little pussy right now! But he knew that pinning her down on the ground among the bushes and ramming his cock up into her deliciously hot cunt was out of the question. Mental victory would have to come before physical victory, and the time was not yet ripe for that. He continued to look at his bride, his true emotions so lacking in remorse that he feared she'd see right through him, but he had to continue his act. "I ... I don't know what got into me," he added lamely, "maybe the devil. Maybe the devil made me fuck you that way."
"No, darlin'," Emily whispered, awkward with her own feelings of guilt and embarrassment. "It was me. I'm more to blame than you are, and what you told me this morning is right. You're a real man, while I...." she ended the sentence in a woeful sigh.
"And you're a helluva woman," Jim murmured softly. "One hell of a woman."
"Am I?" she questioned despondently. "I wasn't ... I wasn't when you needed one, Jim, but I promise you this, from now on, I'm going to do everything I can to be a woman, all the cunt you can handle!"
"You will be," he promised her sincerely. "You'll see, you will be!" He was encouraged by her use of the four-letter word. "I hope you're right ... for the sake of our marriage and love. I hope so!" She turned away from him to hide the sudden urge to cry that was overcoming her. "L-Let's rest here a moment and then go back to the camper, darling." Her warm tone was promising.
Jim hesitated, looking around as if earnestly seeking something, frowning slightly. "No ... not just yet, if you don't mind, honey. I ... I feel sort of fidgety today and you know how much I like to walk in the woods. Let's go on a bit further and look for trout."
Emily nodded mutely, a small twinge of despondency coming over her. He doesn't want to fuck me again yet, she thought miserably. He's afraid to take me back to bed and find I've still got a frozen cunt, and that's why we're wandering out here along the river this way. She walked behind him without question, though, figuring that it was she who would now have to show patience and understanding, and again promising herself that she'd try harder to please his cock when the next chance arose. She caught up with him as they strolled around a bend which brought the foothills of the mountains into perfect view; and pressing her hand into his, she brushed her sensuous tits against him often as they walked. She was trying desperately to take his mind from fishing.
"You know," Jim said, fighting off a hard-on with light conversation, "a guy in the bar who's up here fishing for trout, too, told me this morning that there are gold mine ruins out there, leftovers of a rich mine that was operated during the gold rush."
"Is that so?" she said, only half listening. It was as if she were entirely alone with Jim in a world of peace and tranquility; and, as she continued walking, the worried young bride began feeling a little more relaxed and calm.
Soon they neared a small, secluded river beach sheltered by a semicircle of high willow trees, their rich green boughs reaching all the way down to the riverbank and surrounding the beach. The ground was covered with spongy moss, and little water pools were everywhere. The two of them worked their way a little closer to look for trout in the protected pools; and just before they were going out of the protected cover of branches, they heard another sound. With Jim's hand holding her back, Emily leaned forward, puzzled....
They were the oddest noises she had ever heard in her life! They didn't sound like they were animal noises, and as she listened, they seemed more human in their intonation!
Then-"Oooooooohhhhh shit! It feels like you're sucking my whole cock up inside your throat!"
Emily froze, her mind, which had been sor full of happiness, now torn asunder by the crude grunts of passion she had just heard. Her face contorted with confusion, and as she turned to her husband, her breath choked in her throat as she asked him, "Wha-what was that?"
"I don't know!" Jim lied, knowing full well what it was. He hadn't tracked Kim and Jerry down the fucking river for nothing! "It sounded like a man," he continued, trying to act perplexed. "It sounded almost like ... like your son, Jerry."
"My son? No, it can't be!"
Her protests were cut short by the sounds of more lewd words like cock and cum, this time muffled and from a woman's lips. Emily couldn't believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Kim's!
"I love it! Yes, yes, I love the taste of your cock when it cums a little at first! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Emily was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Jim Lancer. She wanted to run, to flee what her senses told her was an impossibility-but yet an all too real reality. She felt like the heroine in a cheap Hollywood horror movie, about to open the squeaky attic door and let the monster loose. She tried to stall, to dig her heels into the ground, but the earth was too soft and her husband's strength too great. They rounded a few more trees, and as they grew nearer, the moans of passion became more distinct.
"You like having a blow job, don't you, Jerry?"
"God Almighty, yes! I love your hot mouth around my cock. It's so sweet, so tender...!"
There was silence for a moment, and Emily heard the rustling of bodies upon a sheet or blanket as the man-no longer just a man, but her son, Jerry-moaned and sighed with his newfound cocksucking delight.
"Look!" Jim suddenly hissed in her shocked ear. "Look over there behind the willow branch!"
Emily took one quick glimpse and abruptly she felt as if she would scream. Instead, she raised the back of her hand to her lips and swallowed heavily. "Oh ... no!" she gasped behind her covering hand. "I don't believe it!"
What she had seen was her young son, Jerry, lying spread-eagled on a blanket completely naked, rolling his head in ecstasy while Kim knelt between his legs. The curvaceous blonde-haired bride was as nude as he, and she was moistly running her ovaled mouth up and down over Jerry's thickly jutting cock, her expression that of a woman possessed. Emily leaned against a tree, unable to move. "I ... I simply can't believe it!" she gasped again.
Jim chuckled quietly and folded his arms across his chest. "Christ, Emily, it's perfectly plain. My daughter is sucking your son's cock."
The mother tried to blot out the perverted scene in front of her. Dear Lord! That wasn't making love-what they were doing was unnatural-a sinful and depraved act! Jerry knew that. He had been raised properly ... but there he was ... how could he be ... how could her own son be ... be...? She couldn't even find the words to express the horrid view! Then Emily realized that Jim was speaking again. She wrenched her mind to what he was saying, asking, "What? What was that?"
"I said, isn't it a wild thing to watch a beauty sucking a guy's cock?"
She twisted her head to stare at her husband, not sure she could believe what she had heard him utter, or the grinning, hot-eyed expression she now saw on his face. "You don't mean that you ... approve of what my son and your daughter are doing, do you?" she blurted out incredulously. "They're ... like animals!"
"It looks like fun to me, sweetheart!"
"It's awful! They've gone crazy!"
"Who can tell whether a cock should be sucked in passion? It's the strongest emotion in the world. Everybody needs something to make themselves happy, don't they? Isn't that what you've been telling me today? To make the person you love happy?"
"Y-Yes," she agreed hesitantly. "But doing ... doing such a wicked act can't be a part of such happiness!"
"No? Take a good look at my daughter and your son, I think our kids are making each other very happy! Cocksucking or not!"
Emily felt confused and bewildered, and even though she felt that she was right, she wasn't in any condition to be arguing morality. She blinked heavily, trying to clear her mind of blurred thoughts, thoughts of being fucked the previous night and her unwilling re-initiation into sexual practices, and of her promises today that she'd learn how to be a woman. Did it take such whorish acts to please a man? No, it couldn't! It was sinful just to consider such perversions, much less lower oneself to perform them. Or ... was it? Emily seriously began questioning her ironclad values, wondering if she was incapable of ever knowing what a man or woman wanted done to them to turn them on.
What was sex all about? Jim had fucked her in the normal way last night, but it had left her cold and frightened. Where was the fire in her cunt she assumed should come? Was sex really the brutal fucking she'd experienced and would it never get better for her-or was it this untamed lust that drove people mad, like sucking cocks she was witnessing now? The thought raced through her shattered mind-what would it feel like to act so whorish-what would it be like to have a cock in her mouth? Sucking it!!!
"You can do it that way," Jim said softly, dropping his hand gently on her quivering shoulder, "whenever you decide you want to."
"No ... no, never!" she moaned, squirming from the touch of his hotly brushing fingers. "I won't, I can't! It's wrong!"
She could sense a strange, light-fingered tingling beginning between her cunt-lips, one which she could not understand and instinctively felt guilty about feeling now. They were lewd stirrings like she'd never felt before, and they scared her as they grew stronger and more persistent. She involuntarily pressed her asscheeks together, squeezing her pussy-lips tight in an effort to quiet the mysterious sensations.
"Look at her suck it," Jim said, pulling her closer to him. "Kim's mouth's enjoying it, and so is your son's cock. Aren't they?"
"Yes, yes, I guess so," she breathed, her eyes locking against her will on her son with his legs wide apart and his enormous, saliva-slickened young cock sunk all the way up into Jim's daughter's hotly clasping mouth. She could see clearly his glistening thick shaft disappearing into the softly rounded lips of Kim's face. It was almost swallowed to the hilt, only a tiny stretch of it left showing, wet and quivering. His bride's expression was contorted into the most depraved portrait of ecstasy Emily could ever have imagined. God, how hot Kim must feel, she thought. And I've never felt that way ... And the spontaneous thought made her squirm slightly as she stood staring at the couple on the blanket, her mind still unable to fathom the weird fire that was mounting unwantedly deep up inside her slowly flooding cunt-walls.
"Jim," she whispered almost hysterically. "Let's go! We have to ... right now! I can't stand it!" she whimpered, tears filling her eyes.
"We'll stay until she's finished sucking his cock, sweetheart," he said firmly, almost severely. "If they hear us now, they'll be very hurt and angry!"
"But ... but we can't just stand here spying on them!" she gasped. "Th-That's not right to do!"
"Well, maybe it is and maybe it isn't," he laughed softly, "but they won't know, so it can't hurt them, right? Besides, you might just learn something about loving the taste of cum."
Emily's heart skipped a beat at the obscene suggestion. Watching others fuck! How sordid! It was far worse than going to one of those X-rated movies, for this was like peeking through a window into the privacy of someone's home! Yet, in spite of her revulsion to the idea, she could not seem to pull away from Jim or even shut her eyes to blot out the shocking tableau of her son getting his cock sucked. She had to look-the obscene spectacle was mesmerizing her. Her mind rebelled-to watch her beautiful daughter-in-law toying with the nakedly squirming body of her own young son was depraved and lewd! She knew she should demand that Jim take her back to their camper, but now even her voice seemed to have deserted her.
She stared mindlessly as she heard the deep, hotly teasing gurgling from Kim's throat only a few feet from her. Jerry, the delirious grin on his face widening, was taking her hair more brutally in his hands and fucking her head up and down while he thrust upward to ram his lust-thickened cock deep up into her eagerly sucking mouth. Emily held her breath. She was certain Kim was going to choke from the sheer brute size of his erection in her throat ... but she did not. She milked it hungrily as if she'd waited all her life for something this delicious and filling to erupt in her belly.
Emily couldn't help watching in licentious fascination as Kim's elastically oval lips puckered with all their might around the virile young cock fucking her in the mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the outstroke and expanding obscenely on the instroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of raw lust that made Emily wince, its very urgency bringing a moan to the older woman's lips. Emily found her tongue nervously curling her lips, and an odd sensation of tickling wetness spread from the hotly swelling lips of her tight little pussy-hole to drench the crotch band of her thin white panties.
Jim had dropped his other hand to her shoulders and was moving behind her now, but she hardly noticed it as she concentrated on the lewd writhings of the couple in the clearing. The unfamiliar aching up inside her cunt was beginning to grow hotter now and spread upwards to the nipples of her defensively hardening breasts. She shuddered as her husband leaned forward and teasingly described, in lust-inciting terms, the actions she was viewing. His lips dropped to her ear and he was whispering moist obscenities into it-using words she had always considered vile; fuck ... cock ... cunt....but which now seemed suddenly strangely exciting. Again she pressed her thighs firmly together, determined to resist the hot, cunt-flaring emotions which were building curiously inside her pussy-well.
"It's exciting, isn't it, sweetheart?" he whispered to her. "The guy out there is your own son, and he's naked so you can see his cock, his nice hard cock that my daughter's mouth is sucking the living hell out of...."
"You don't have to be so ... so graphic!"
"Why not? Why not call it as you see it? It's exciting! I want you to suck it to me too!"
Emily felt her stomach lurch and a clamminess crept across her body. She stiffened, moaning. "Don't ask me to do that. Don't ... don't ever! What do you think I am? A whore?"
"Is Kim a whore?" Jim placed his hand up inside her open-tailed shirt and rested it on her bare stomach. Emily couldn't deny that his touch sent a thrill through her. Already being aroused unconsciously from the obscene display on the blanket, her reaction was understandable, despite the fact that her entire upbringing had prepared her to be repulsed by this ... this lewd, cocksucking debauchery!
"Stop, darling," she mewled. "Please don't make things worse than they are!" She tried to pull away from his caressing hand, but then there came a different sound from the clearing, and her eyes once more feasted upon the cock sunk deep up inside Jim's daughter's mouth.
"Kim...!" Emily heard her son panting. "Kim, I want to ... fuck your cunt now! I've got to fuck you now ... come on, come on, baby, lay back and let me fuck you now...."
Kim ceased her hotly swirling licking of his cock and stopped the delicious gentle nipping of her teeth across his rock-hard shaft. Almost reluctantly, she released his cock, letting it slide from her mouth and trail a white, foot-long strand of cum with her wetly gleaming lips as they pulled away. She turned her face up to him, her eyes burning with desire to be fucked and ... yes, with love too! He could see that clearly. She rolled over on her back with her legs pulled up and her knees pressing back against her naked tits and spread wide the pink, passion-soaked petals of her waiting pussy in lewd invitation to her new young husband to fuck her as he wanted.
Jerry rolled over, poised above her. He had to fuck her with his cock and he had to fuck her now! If he didn't he was going to blow his wad; he was going to shoot his cum all over her nakedly quivering tits and pussy hairs right there where she lay beneath him!
"Take it in your hand, baby," he whispered fervently. "Take my cock in your hand and put it up between your legs for me! Do it now!"
"Yesss, my love!" Kim reached between their bodies and grasped the saliva-slickened hardness with a look of total delight. He levered downward while she guided his hard, bloated cock-tip toward the fur-trimmed mouth of her pussy, using its bulbous head to part the pussy hairs and the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. Her entire being twitched and leapt with abandon as their bellies smacked together and Jerry strained to shove his entire blood-heated length deep up inside her open flaring belly.
Emily stood motionless as she watched her copper-haired son begin the slow, deliberate grinding of each long stroke; and for some reason, instead of the utter revulsion she expected to feel, there was a further salacious quivering up between her hotly moistening cunt-lips. She closed her eyes and pressed back against Jim's chest, but still the pleasurable vision of her son's thickly glistening cock raced through her mind.
Suddenly her husband's hand snaked higher along her naked stomach," and she felt her right titty slowly being massaged through the flimsy material of her brassiere. She was momentarily powerless to stop it. She could feel Jim's thumb working around the rigid bud of her nipple, and delicious sensations darted electrically through her tits and pussy.
"He's fucking my daughter," Jim whispered provocatively in her ear. "Do you see your son fucking the shit out of her hot cunt?"
"Yes, oh yes," Emily murmured back in a daze, the lewd description pervertedly arousing to her. "Yes, I see him f-fucking her ... f-fucking the s-shit out of her hot little cunt!"
Jim continued to taunt her barely clad titty, grinding his pelvis tightly into her clenching asscheeks. He slid his other hand down around the soft swell of her ivory-smooth thighs, and her body jerked slightly in panicked realization that he was going to fuck her.
"No, Jim, we can't ... can't do this!"
"Why not? They're fucking, aren't they? You can lean down over that big log and I can really stick it to you." Emily's numbed brain whirled. "But they'll see us ... Jim, please don't fuck me here in front of the kids!"
Her husband's only answer was a soft, smug chuckle. He held her closer to him, his big hands continually moving as they caressed the trembling spheres of her smooth firm tits and fondled the tight, panty-encased cheeks of her ass. Momentarily, she struggled, but then she realized the total futility of the situation. She didn't dare scream or run or make any sort of scene ... to have her own son discover she'd been standing here watching him fuck his wife would be far too embarrassing to endure! And then she became aware of a pulsating hardness sliding along the crevice of her ass cheeks, sliding with the same graceful rhythm as Jerry's cock was fucking in and out of Kim's pussy.
It's Jim's cock! My God! He's got a hard-on! He's excited by what he's watching!
"You see, Emily?" Jim murmured in her ear, almost as if he'd read the jumbled thoughts swirling in her brain. "Passion is good. They're enjoying it; they're enjoying every wonderful second they fuck. It feels good to them, the same way it feels good when I squeeze your hot tits. The same way my big cock feels good up between your asscheeks!"
"No, no," she whimpered, but in her heart and mind, the answer was a gathering yes, yes! Terrifyingly, the red-haired bride realized this, even to the point of breaking through her barrier of repression and blurting : "Yes, I like it, Jim. But oh God, this is for back in the camper and ... and bed! Not here!"
"Why not here? They're fucking here, aren't they?" He leaned forward and pressed his moist lips against her ear again, whispering, "Bend over-I'll fuck you from behind!"
"Oh, God, no! No, not like a dog, and not here! I told you, I can't!" she panted between clenched teeth, unable to stop his obscenities from exciting her strangely. "No, I can't...."
"Yes...! We'll fuck dog-style and watch them fuck at the same time!" He pushed her forward to lean on the log. "They can't see here."
Her nipples were quivering distended nubs of passion, and the odd sensations which she'd come to realize were the signs of sexual excitement were coursing freely through her cunt now. Involuntarily her hips began to churn back against her husband's cock, drawing it closer and tighter into the valley between her asscheeks. Her breath was becoming heated and gasping, her nostrils flaring as her passion-filmed eyes continued to stare at the wildly fucking couple only a short distance from her.
Emily groaned in unwilling surrender as Jim bent her forward more with the pressure of his body, his hands working feverishly on her swollen white tits while his pelvis ground against her hotly undulating ass. He held her in that position for a moment, her muscles feeling like rubber to her and in no condition to resist his fucking her, and then he took the hand which was on her titties and brought it back. He pulled the hem of her short khaki skirt upwards, teasingly, until her slender thighs were bared and the twin, panty-covered cheeks of her ass were in full exposure to his lascivious greed. Then, bunching her skirt around her waist and letting it hang free in front, he rubbed his fingers slowly, exploringly, over the silky softness of her panties, tracing lewdly down around the secretion-moistened crotch band and pushing the flimsy material up into the cleft of her curl-trimmed little cunt-hole.
Emily moaned almost inaudibly.
"It feels good, doesn't it, sweetheart?" her husband cooed salaciously in her ear. "My fingers feel good on your pussy, just like your boy's cock feels good fucking up my daughter's cunt."
"Yes, it ... it feels good," Emily bleated mindlessly. And it did feel good, so good that she felt unable to put up even a token resistance to stop him from pulling her panties away.
Now Jim's fingers were inside the waistband of her thin white panties, pulling them down over her trembling hips to expose their lush curves to his lusting gaze, letting the dainty peek of her hair-fringed pussy-mouth entice him to strip her further. He drew her panties down over her thighs, parting her legs slightly to puddle them around her ankles. Then he raised one of her feet and then the other, removing the panties altogether, and he stroked her nakedness back there with the velvety tips of his fingers.
Emily was breathing so harshly, she could have been heard and discovered by the passionate couple fucking on the blanket. But nothing short of an earthquake would have burst through the layer of unleashed emotions which steadily seethed as they strived for their climaxes. Jerry and Kim moaned and fucked, twisting and thrusting and hammering their naked cock and cunt voraciously up against each other.
The wet sounds of his hardened cock pistoning up into her hungrily flowering pussy-hole were loud, and the slap of his aching balls against her hotly squirming asscheeks were like repeating rifle shots. Kim's fingernails dug harshly into his taut-muscled back, and Jerry's hands were cupping her ass, kneading and squeezing the firm, resilient flesh and tightening the inwardly clasping muscles of her pussy around his deep-fucking cock.
"Cum, cum, cum," Kim chanted. "Cum, baby, cum!"
And in response, her red-haired young husband increased the tempo of his fucking in a savage assault into the eagerly milking belly of his bride.
"I'm going to fuck you now, just like that!" Jim hissed in Emily's ear. "I'm going to shove my cock up inside you and fuck you shitless! And this time, by God, you're going to love every cunt-splitting minute of it!"
The tormented woman could only think:
Yes ... love me, darling, fuck it deep to me and make me love your big hard cock ... I want you to fuck it so desperately....
Jim pulled the crevice of her tight, firmly locked asscheeks wide apart with his fingers, revealing more of the salaciously enticing furrow which was hidden up between her well-formed thighs. He spread her naked pussy-slit still wider, trailing his hand down and underneath to tickle her clitty and make her groan in mindless delight before he fucked his middle finger deep up into the moistly welcoming slit of her cunt. Emily mewled subserviently as she felt his lewdly prodding finger worming up inside her openly spread cunt, and she rocked back uncontrollably to help him finger-fuck her deeper. She quivered expectantly as he removed his other hand from her naked asscheeks and she heard the sibilant sound of his zipper behind her. Then Jim eased his heavily jutting cock forward, sliding it in the hot, wet folds of his bride's now hungrily nibbling-back pussy-hole, his hard, rubbery cock-head eager to invade the pinkly quivering channel lewdly presented to it. Emily felt the blunt tip slip in between her thighs while she watched with lust-glazed eyes the fierce fucking her son was giving Kim.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she breathed in helpless protest, but Jim's lust-hardened cock-head continued to fuck slowly inward, stretching the tight elastic opening of her cunt. Dimly she remembered how she'd feared his fucking up into her belly last night, sure her cunt would never be able to take all of his massive thickness. Now, once again, she felt as if she were splitting apart down between her legs, and automatically she clenched her asscheeks together as if to ward off the painful inward fuck.
Jim grinned with unadulterated lust as he stared down at his helplessly innocent wife bent over half-naked before him, the angry red shaft of his cock disappearing up into the copper-colored, softly tickling hairs of her cunt from behind. He fell forward in a sudden rush of passion, burying his cock like a lust-crazy bull far up into her tender belly without mercy. The soft lips of her pussy enclosed his belly-fucked cock in gentle velvetness. He stroked slowly outward, then shoved back in, making her gasp with pleasure-tinged pain.
"Like it fucking your hot pussy this time?" he panted down in crazed tormentation.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yes! Yes!" she groaned, and to her disbelief, Emily was discovering that her now cock-filled cunt was beginning to react! There was still the agony of his monstrous impalement, but it was oddly pleasurable and exciting to her, changing gradually into blissful sensation with each brutal inward fuck he took up inside her. There was no longer reason to deny the flames of carnality which rose up in her hotly responding pussy, for she was lost! Lost to fucking!
By fucking her out on the river while spying on her son, Jim had taken everything that was right and proper away from her, and she in turn had abandoned control over her senses. The abysmal thought of her total surrender sent lewd chills coursing up and down her cock-stretched pussy-walls, and she twitched and writhed to the slow rhythm of her husband's heavy pole of flesh skewering deep up inside her willingly gripping cunt from behind.
Jim slipped his hands down from his bride's nakedly grinding ass and along her sides, clutching her bent thighs and jerking her harder back against his naked balls. He could feel her sucking her cunt around his cock, and the moist warmth of her response as she flowered open again to receive still more of his long, slicky length. He lunged with long, smooth strokes that brought his rock-hard cock to the very lips of her now hungrily snapping little cunt-hole on the backthrust, and then forward between her uptilted buttocks until he could feel the harsh slap of his heavily bludgeoning balls against the top of her cunt-slit. He thought of a further new delight he could subject her to, and began to run his fingertips along the sides of her pussy, fondling the hotly contracting lips and bringing still greater moanings of abandonment from her as her ever more insatiable cunt worked voluntarily to swallow up his greedily fucking cock.
The initial pain of his fucking into her had now vanished from Emily's belly, and her legs jerked and quivered back against him as he clutched her to his belly-fucking hardness. She mewled in pleasure, slavering her tongue around her lips, her neck and thigh muscles straining with the intensity of her emotion. Her firm melon-sized tits danced wildly below her churning torso, the thin brassiere barely able to contain them, as her husband fucked up into her asscheeks from behind, using his finger to tickle at her desire-swollen clitoris and wrap her moistly shimmering cunt flesh around his thickly pistoning shaft tight with its pressure from below.
Emily's turmoiled pussy was half-insane with the unshackled passions which flooded through her, feeling the power of an impending explosion, and instinctively knowing it would be her first cum in years ... many long, long years Lord, she wanted to remember this revolutionary turning point in her life, and she thrust the untouched recesses of her belly-center desperately back against his savagely fucking cock, working like a slavish whore to make it true....
She continued to stare at her young son as he humped and fucked into his beautiful young wife, striving for the same cum she was searching for. She watched as suddenly the blonde-cunted girl jackknifed her legs straight up in the air and a high, thin wail bubbled from her lips. They were there! Kim and Jerry were cumming together!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Christ, Kim, here I goooooooo ... I"
Jerry's lithe, hair-covered body froze in the sunlight, and then he fucked downward in an insane fury of desire. His wildly exploding balls spewed cum out through his prick like fire from a blowtorch, inundating the hotly contracting belly of his bride beneath him while Kim spewed her own climactic juices out to comingle with his and trickle lewdly down between her widespread thighs. Finally Emily's son, his virile semen spent in Kim's hot young pussy, collapsed forward over her naked body while she locked her satiated legs around him in total exhaustion....
"I'm ... I'm going to cum, Jim ... I'm going to cum now!" Emily moaned behind the trees, the noise of the river hiding her words. And with those low, moaning sighs, her husband was no longer able to hold himself back either. His cock started spurting before he could even think, and he thudded and grunted into his red-haired bride with maniacal force, his balls slapping hard against her hotly quivering cunt furrow. A hot torrent of pungent cum burst from the unseeing eye of his cock and surged up into the hungrily devouring cunt of his mindlessly cumming wife.
"Oh yess, ooohhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned down at her, kneading her hotly jerking asscheeks and leaving a trail of angry red marks on her naked skin. Gusher after gusher of scalding hot semen poured through the pulsing shaft of his erection, filling her eagerly milking cunt to the brim.
And Emily, a tremendous sensation of the hot spurts of male seed lashing her inner walls, had her wish fulfilled. She came. Oh, Lordy, how she came! She came and came and came! Her cunt felt filled with wild fire!
It was the most beautiful thing that she could remember having happened to her. Incomprehensible gurglings rose in her graceful white throat, and the orgasm was so great on her fresh mind, that she was rendered almost unconscious by it-blissfully satisfied. She was hardly aware when her husband slipped his now softening cock from her sperm-ravaged pussy-well, nor did she fully feel him lower his head and plant a loving, thankful kiss on the warm wetness of her still hotly throbbing pussy-lips.
But after a moment's respite, she returned to sanity. She now saw with clear eyes the comatose couple in the middle of the rocky clearing, wrapped with naked-affection in each other's arms. They just lay there, arms and legs entangled, and then she glanced down at herself, naked from the waist down, kneeling like a hot bitch on all fours. She felt the warm wetness of hers and Jim's cum on her inner thighs, and all around her wetly matted pussy hairs, and a vague shiver of guilt rippled over her naked flesh. She had allowed this to happen. All of it. She should have stopped her husband from taking advantage of the two kids fucking before them, and she could have ... if she'd been the decent woman she'd always considered herself to be. She hadn't had to let him fuck her.
She slowly staggered to her feet, then bent over to retrieve her white bikini panties which lay on the grass like a paid whore's, a mute testimony to her weaknesses. Her dazed, benumbed senses were a whirlpool of confusion, torn between the gladness of being fucked to cumming ... and the humiliating knowledge that watching the two kids fuck had driven her to it.
"Jesus, you were a great piece of ass!" Jim breathed fervently in her ear.
"Was I?" she asked dully, averting his glance with her eyes.
"Your cunt was hotter'n a firecracker!"
"Was it?" she repeated tonelessly.
"Aw, don't take it that way. What we did was perfectly normal, just as normal as Kim sucking your boy's cock."
"Maybe," she sighed, shaking her head mournfully. "I ... I don't know what's normal and what isn't any longer, Jim. This is all so new and ... so frightening to me."
"Sure, sweetheart, sure. It'll just take some getting used to, that's all."
She leaned against her husband for support as they slowly wound their way back to their camper bus. She tried to think about what she had done, but the soft sound of the river and her still exhausted body conquered the indecision of her mind. Finally she gave up, deciding she would rest first, and then try to make some sense of letting herself get fucked to cumming almost in sight of her own son and daughter-in-law. At least ... she hoped she would be able to ... she hoped she wouldn't find that she had become a hopelessly cock-starved woman like some she knew, who would now open her legs to a cock whenever and wherever it presented itself ... but in spite of herself, she felt her cunt throb inward down between her legs when a quick fleeting picture of Kim's hotly sucking lips locked tightly around Jerry's cock flashed through her mind, just before she dozed off into her afternoon siesta ... Lord, the girl's hungrily working lips had looked just like a desperately breathing fish's mouth!