Suzie's turmoiled mind 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 orgasm. Her very first time she came! Lord, she wanted to remember this revolutionary turning point in her life, and she thrust the untouched recesses of her womb desperately back against his savage cock, working to make it true…
She continued to stare at her brother as he humped and panted above his wife for the same release she was searching for. She watched as suddenly the black-haired girl jackknifed her legs straight up in the air and a high, thin wail bubbled from her lips. They were there! Verna and Carl were cumming!
'Ohhhhhhhhh Christ, Verna, here I goooooooo…!'
Carl's lithe, tanned body froze in the sunlight, and then he hurtled downward in an insane fury of desire. His testicles spewed sperm through his penis like fire from a blowtorch, inundating the hotly contracting belly of his bride beneath him, while Verna sent her own climactic juices out to commingle and trickle down between her widespread thighs. Finally Suzie's twin, his virile semen spent in Verna's vagina, collapsed forward over her naked body while she locked her satiated legs around him in total sexual exhaustion…
'I… I'm going to cum, Jim… I'm going to cum now!' Suzie moaned in the bushes. And with these low, moaning sighs, her husband was no longer able to hold himself back, either. His release happened before he could even think, and he thudded and grunted into his blonde-haired bride with maniacal force, his testicles slamming hard against her quivering cuntal furrow. A hot torrent of cum burst from the unseeing eye of his cock and surged into the trembling womb of his mindlessly excited young wife.
'Oh yesss, ooohhhhhhhh!' he groaned down at her, kneading her sensitive buttocks and leaving a trail of angry red marks on her pliant 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 Suzie, 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!
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, insensate. She was hardly aware when her husband removed his now softening cock from her sperm-ravaged vagina, nor did she fully feel him lower his head and plant a loving, thankful kiss on the warm wetness of her still 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 mossy clearing, wrapped with tender affection in each other's arms. They just lay there, arms and legs entangled, and then she glanced down at herself, bare from the waist, on all her fours. She felt the warm wetness of hers and Jim's emissions on her inner thighs and all around her matted pubic hair, and a vague shiver of self-loathing 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 corrupting scene before them, and she could have… if she'd been the decent woman she'd always considered herself to be.
She slowly staggered to her feet, then bent over to retrieve her white bikini panties, which lay on the grass like an abject flag of surrender, a mute testimony to her weaknesses. Her dazed, benumbed senses were a whirlpool of confusion, torn between the gladness for her sexual release… and the humiliating knowledge of how it had come about.
'Jesus, you were great!' Jim breathed fervently.
'Was I?' she asked dully, averting her eyes.
'Hotter'n a firecracker!'
'Was I?' she repeated tonelessly.
'Aw, don't take it that way. What we did was perfectly normal, just as normal as what they were doing.'
'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… frightening to me.'
'Sure, rosebud, sure…'
She leaned against her husband for support as they slowly wended their way back to their cottage. She tried to think about what she'd done, but the soft drone of the afternoon insects 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 her experiences. At least… she hoped she would be able to…
CHAPTER FIVE
By the time the party started that evening, however, Suzie Halford had still not come to terms with her problem. But thankfully, she thought as she mixed another gin-and-tonic, she didn't seem as disturbed about it as she'd originally been. In fact, after the initial shock of her wantonness had worn off, she was finding much less shame and remorse than she'd originally feared.
The young blonde bride leaned against the kitchenette counter and sipped her drink, recollecting for the hundredth time since her return to the cabin how she'd been revolted at the sight of her brother and Verna making love on the blanket, but then had stared in fascination, unable to tear her eyes away until her pent-up desires had permitted Jim to take possession of her newly-awakened flesh. Perhaps it was as Jim said, a perfectly natural human condition to respond erotically to the passions of others… but perhaps it was some warped craving which had burst in her mind and had overcome all that was right and holy. Well, whatever it was, it had changed her dramatically, there was no doubt about that. Whether her shocking lessons in sexual awakening would be for the good or not was another matter, but she couldn't help chuckling, feeling almost grateful for the callousness which seemingly had begun to thicken the mental skin of her once pitifully naive innocence. It seemed ironical to her that she, so sinlessly frigid and despising sex last night, could be standing here now even thinking in such an obscene and earthen manner!
It was dark outside now, and the party which had begun at dusk had moved inside the tiny cabin. Jim, Carl, and Verna were sitting on the overstuffed couch at the moment, laughing and chattering, their stomachs filled with the thick, juicy pepper steaks she had grilled, and with the foil-wrapped potatoes and a green salad which had accompanied them. Suzie took a heavy swallow of her drink as she glanced over them, and made a face; she had mixed it exceptionally strong without realizing it. Well, what difference did it make? She was starting to enjoy herself now, much more than she had supposed she would, and she didn't want the pleasantly euphoric effect of the considerable amount of alcohol she'd consumed to diminish any. Things were running along smoothly, and that was such a Godsend that she didn't care to have anything change.
She stood at the kitchenette for another moment, careful not to bump the stack of dirty dishes piled behind her in the sink, and hummed to the music coming from Jim's cassette player. It was one of those portable jobs that ran on batteries, and she was glad that he'd remembered to pick up fresh batteries along with the groceries and booze. When the song ended, Jim got up and put in another cartridge, then went over to prod the blaze in the fireplace. The flames leapt higher with a crackle and pop, adding a warmth and intimacy to the otherwise darkened living room.
Such a peaceful scene, so serene and pleasant, Suzie thought. Who, coming upon us here, would ever suspect that this afternoon I watched my own sister-in-law sucking and then fucking my brother, and was screwed half to death at the same time! Come on, gal, mustn't think that way… it's a nice get-together, a nice respite from all the pressures and the physical awakenings which have been running rampant through my body and mind of late. It's a nice party… a simple, wholesome party…
She was about to go over to join the others, when abruptly Carl and Verna got up to dance. Low, slow- rhythmed music filled the room with almost a fog of violins and muted brass, and the fire was slowly dying again into a bank of glowing embers which made deep, sliding shadows against the walls and ceiling. Jim, having replaced the poker, walked over to his bride and smiled at her.
'Something the matter, Suzie?'
'What? Oh no, no nothing.'
'You've been standing here all alone for some time.'
'I've been thinking about all the dishes I have to wash,' she said with a laugh. 'Not that it hasn't been worth
