now from the flowing secretions of her secret vagina.
And then she was entirely naked and splayed upon the blanket, and his hands were on her breasts, kneading and manipulating 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 dark curls of her pubic hair, finally sliding into the moist, trembling slit of her expectant vagina. She whimpered in unrestrained excitement as he massaged the tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. Her naked loins began to grind down into the blanket in wild uncontrolled counterpoint to his lewd fingering movements between her widespread legs. Her head flailed 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.
Verna continued to enfold her husband's granite-hard cock, drawing the shaft back and forth, ticking 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 really enjoy it…
'Let me teach you, Carl,' she sighed up at him. 'Let me teach you things you never knew existed before!'
Carl ran his tongue across his lips again, finding them drier than before. He felt a tremor course through his loins. Christ, why not? He loved her, he insanely reasoned; he'd always love her, no matter what she was or did! If she could show him some things she'd learned from other men, he'd be a fool to turn it down! Christ he loved her!
'Yes,' he groaned in answer. 'Yes, teach me everything, 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 naked breasts across his loins as he lay on his back on the blanket, and whispered enticingly down at him: 'I want to kiss your prick, honey. I want to kiss your lovely prick and then I want to suck it! 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 whore to do if you were hard up! But his own wife! His own ever-loving wife begging to suck his cock, right out in the middle of nowhere! And she wanted to… wanted his cock, wanted his body, wanted him!
'Yes!' he crooned. 'Oh Jesus, yes, baby, yes!'
Grinning licentiously, Verna began to slide his bermuda shorts and undershorts down off his thighs and legs, until his blood-raging penis burst out and into the warm palm of her hand. When his clothes were entirely off and he was naked from his T-shirt down, she held his hardened cock claspingly for a moment, making little animal sounds of abandoned joy deep in her chest. She cupped his testicles in her other hand, rubbing them gently back and forth, squeezing them very softly, making the cum build hot and explosive in his scrotum. Carl felt the exquisite thrill of her ministrations 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 she'd done it to; he didn't care if they were watched or not, or if CBS was filming it for their evening news broadcast! The only thing that mattered was that Verna, luscious, desirable Verna, was playing with his cock and balls and wanted to suck him off…!
Verna poised herself 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 his glans 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 unseeing eye, and like a charmed cobra, it seemed to sway before her face and urge her mutely to come 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 came out with an agonizing slowness and touched the rubbery flesh. She began to swirl her tongue around the opening, lapping up all the delicious liquids, her brain surging from the electric sensation of his penis and the salty, ambrosial tang of his seminal emission. It was good, good, good! She ovalled her lips wider and took the huge bulbous head inside her butter-soft mouth, swirling her tongue faster and faster now over his quivering erection, causing Carl to cry out in pure delight.
'Ohhhh, Jesus, Verna! Ohhhhh, 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 lust-rigid rod of flesh into her gently nibbling mouth.
She massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles 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. Carl flexed his buttocks on the blanket, moaning, looking down at the cascade of her darkly falling hair as her head bobbed up and down above his naked loins. He imagined her pink fleshy lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his hardened cock as she sucked voraciously, his feverish mind churning with the lewdness of her act. He could feel her naked breasts dancing warmly against his belly, and he knew that he was going to cum before very much longer. He could feel the surging, boiling activity 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 incredible! He had never believed it could be like this!
There was nothing else in the world, in the universe for Carl Monroe at that very instant. He didn't see his sister or Verna's brother stand together in the shadows of the surrounding brush; he didn't see Suzie waver unsteadily or Jim take her arm with a gentle tug against his body. Even if he had seen, he wouldn't have bothered to do anything about it. The only thing that existed for the twenty year old bridegroom then was the surging cauldron of hot cum which was only seconds away from ejaculating from his ballooning testicles…
CHAPTER FOUR
Blonde Suzie Halford walked slowly through the forest, her gaze wandering from Jim by her side to the jumble of ridges marching off in the distance in their various shades of green and gray. She'd been a little sorry that Carl and Verna hadn't been at their cottage when they'd stopped by a few moments ago, for she loved her brother and liked his bride, and it would've been nice to see them again after last night. But then again, she wasn't too sorry, for when Jim had returned from his extended breakfast with a carton of groceries and assorted liquor, he'd 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 through the wooded and rock-strewn wilderness. It seemed strange to her that Jim acted intent on following a particular route, one without a defined path but which meandered through the shrubs and trees. One that required him to pause occasionally and look around, listening closely, as if he were on the track of some stealthy forest animal. But this was only a fleeting thought to her, for her young heart was beating rapidly with other more important matters.
The sordid and painful events of her wedding night still preyed heavily on her mind. The more she considered them and her prissy behavior with Jim this morning, the more she became flushed and angry with 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 abiding by her mother's puritan lessons when Jim had been overtly persistent about having 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. But it was going to be different from now on, she pledged. She was still too inexperienced to know exactly how to do it, but she was firmly resolved to try and become the lover he desired and needed. Good Lord! She was a grown-up married woman now, and it was high time she discarded at least some of her Victorian hang-ups! Possibly if she had done so a long time ago, as Jim had urged, none of last night would have happened… and at this very moment they would be in each other's arms making beautiful love…
She trod softly over the thickly grassed earth, smiling slightly with the dream of her new resolutions, plucking off an occasional burr that stuck to her thin blouse and short, pleated skirt, glad she'd decided not to wear
