My Bride for Yours

by Curt Aldrich

CHAPTER SIX

  The movie was still on, with the man and the girl just beginning their fourth bout of unbridled on-screen lust, when Bill, at last satiated by the abundant charms of Peter's wife Barbara, left her and passed behind the row of sofas and came around the one Marilyn and Peter lay piled on.

  “Would you mind getting off my wife?” he asked Peter, his tone icy.

  Craning his neck and staring up at Bill, Peter laughed caustically, if briefly, and said, “Sounding mighty righteous, aren't you, fella? Or was that just a new kind of artificial respiration I saw you administering to my wife across the room there?”

  Bill's face reddened, and he looked away from Peter's eyes. Hearing him laugh again, his face reddened even more.

  “Bill!” Marilyn yelped, struggling to get out from under Peter as her senses started coming back and she realized it was her husband who was looming before the sofa.

  “I'm telling you to get off her,” Bill intoned threateningly.

  “Yeah, sure, whatever you say,” Peter said wearily, easing himself shakily off Marilyn onto his feet.

  “Oh, Bill—” Marilyn began.

  “Put your pants on,” Bill ordered curtly. “We're going to our cabin.”

  * * *

  Marilyn lay prone on the bed in the cabin, her head cradled upon her folded arms. Bill had been berating her over her unfaithfulness, and she was crying openly, ashamed of herself, yet angry at the same time.

  “What about you?” she challenged Bill. “I didn't do any worse than you, and you're the one that started first!”

  “Well, it's different with a guy,” Bill said lamely, sitting on the bed near Marilyn's feet.

  “Anyway, he made me do it... practically.”

  “You didn't look like you were fighting very hard under him.”

  “Oh... you just don't love me any more, do you?”

  “I do so, Marilyn! I do, and don't you say I don't!”

  “Well...”

  “I love you more than anything, Marilyn! You know I do!”

  Leaning suddenly over her, he pushed the back of her dress up off her bottom, baring the small, creamy mounds, for Marilyn hadn't put her pants back on but had simply carried them back to the cabin. Almost overwhelmed by a surge of tender love for her, he jammed his face against her rubbery cheeks and immediately plowed his tongue between them.

  Marilyn let out a yelp of surprise.

  Only moments passed before she found herself decidedly enjoying Bill's rude attentions. Unable to control herself, she began squirming and twisting under his probing caresses, moving her haunches in a salacious and very provocative manner that brought the full length of her tingling slit bobbing up within reach of his lips and tongue.

  The pointy tip of his saliva-smeared tongue drew back for a moment and he groaned, “Oh, darling, I love you so much.”

  Then his tongue was launched toward the heart of Marilyn's cunt. Invading the snug, hot core of succulent membranes, it flicked against her swollen lips, which extended down most of the length of the trembling, open wound, then was pushed in even farther, the impatient probe burrowing right into the narrow, sucking confines of her vagina.

  Bill settled his hands onto the mounds of Marilyn's bottom, which quivered tantalizingly in response to the tickling pressure. He clasped the firm, fleshy cantaloupes and began alternately squeezing them against each other and prying them grossly far apart, even forcing them up and down, rhythmically kneading and massaging the delicious, youthful flesh.

  With a groan, he pressed his lips more vigorously against the hair-lined folds of her pussy, and he dragged and circled and jerked his lips over the creamy wound as he drove his tongue more strongly, with greater determination and greater frenzy, into the glutinous throat of her fully blossomed cunt.

  The thickened folds of Marilyn's cunt seemed to suck at his lips as he pushed his tongue ever deeper into her palpitating passage, which creamed and spasmed around the invading sting.

  Flushed with passion, Bill edged his fingers into the shadowy valley of Marilyn's behind, digging for the mouth of her rectum.

  A gross liquid sound welled up continuously from the wet maw of Marilyn's pussy as Bill drove his lips more fiercely into the delicious little bulge.

  Marilyn's cheeks became flushed as well, and she groaned deeply and squirmed more energetically as Bill's lips and tongue frigged away at her inflamed tissues and membranes, dragging harshly against every bit of the gooey flesh. She felt so very naked down there, so terribly exposed and defenseless, and all she could do was grit her teeth and steel her loins against Bill's relentless attentions.

  Bill spread her tight-muscled cheeks, and as he did so he began pumping and twirling his tongue in her clammy little passage. He'd driven his tongue in to the hilt, reached the sizzling quick of the gluey hole, and now there was nothing for him to do but aggravate the ravenous lubricity of his thoroughly abandoned probing. His tongue jabbed and twisted and curled, frigging the hot, sopping depths of Marilyn's channel with outrageous intensity.

  Pearly drops of juices spilled out of Marilyn's cuntal flesh and seeped into Bill's mouth, and Marilyn sighed with delight, enraptured by the spastic thrills ricocheting through her loins.

  The buttery-sweet drops of cream trickled over Bill's lips and the back of his tongue, then spilled down his panting throat, tasting like a fine, musky girlish perfume. He swallowed voraciously again and again, loving the taste of the precious exudation, and sucked with ever greater thirst.

  All of a sudden Bill withdrew his mouth and pitched Marilyn over, nearly dumping her off the bed. He undressed quickly; then he straddled Marilyn's face, with his own face directed toward her cunt.

  Marilyn made a little whimper of confusion, not knowing whether she dared to do as she wanted to do—what she'd been tricked into doing that morning. Her eyes burned into Bill's hard, heavy cock, and a blush stole across her cheeks.

  “Suck it, Marilyn,” Bill urged hoarsely, moving his crotch closer to her face. “You did this morning. Don't be afraid.”

  Oh... why not? Marilyn mused, her hands slipping up behind Bill's buttocks and moving toward the root of his erection. I do want to awfully bad.

  Her fingers curved around the thickly haired root of the shaft, tentatively at first, but with greater and greater daring, greater freedom of movement. She moved her fingers over the hard length in slow, easy caresses.

  With a shuddery sigh of abandon to the feelings running rampant through her, Marilyn at last moved her fingers up to frig their tips over the slimy purple glans of Bill's cock.

  Bill was prompted to get back into action. He hunkered his torso, down low over Marilyn's; then he coaxed her into doubling up her legs so that he could feel over the springy mounds of her bottom.

  It was only a short time before Bill's fingers drifted inevitably toward Marilyn's wrinkled little anus. He screwed one index finger unerringly into her brown passage; then he gave a sudden, jarring twist to the immersed finger and began pumping it in and out.

  Abruptly, he skewered the index finger all the way into Marilyn's profoundly moved rectum.

  “Ah,” Marilyn grunted, rocking on her hips.

  Bill felt her snug little anus clench its muscles about the root of his index finger. He screwed her back passage more and more vigorously, seemingly with greater and greater urgency, and he grunted, slopping saliva over his chin to spill squarely into her cunt.

  Marilyn, meanwhile, was growing more bold in her own actions. Wrapping her fingers around the tip of Bill's cock, she peeled his foreskin completely off the purple head and favored herself with an intriguing view right into his dilated urethra, which she teasingly blew into.

  The firm, slimy glans of Bill's cock began to throb and quake in response to the crude, maddening provocation.

  Marilyn raised her head and screwed up her lips; then she sucked the fat purple bulb into her mouth. Her moist and tender young lips juiced all over the hard, round projection, making Bill's thighs quiver s
trongly as they spread farther apart.

  Marilyn worked the head of Bill's throbbing shaft right down her throat, and she suddenly realized that her nose was dragging against the crater of Bill's asshole. Her wantonly flared nostrils spasmed as she breathed deeply, the strong smell of Bill's ass wafting up into them and strongly provoking her already intense desire.

  Marilyn panted humidly and dragged her nose against the indentation of Bill's anus, and she sensed a wicked jolt of excitement, a jolt that let her know Bill was thoroughly appreciating her perverse attentions.

  Bill decided it was time for him to redouble his own foreplay. He jammed his mouth fiercely against, her vulva and began giving the tender flesh powerful, probing sucks. His spread lips suctioned the cuntal flanges into his mouth, and he started to chew on the tasty bits of flesh.

  Biting strongly into the pulpy lips, Bill began whipping the tip of his tongue up and down the swollen red ridge of her pussy. Making obscene juicy sounds, he dragged his tongue over the luscious flesh, then jabbed the tip in to lick through the messy wound.

  Beginning to rock gently to and fro against each other, Bill and Marilyn sucked and tongued maddeningly at each other's private parts.

  “I'm ready as hell, darling,” Bill groaned suddenly.

  He jerked his cock out of Marilyn's suctioning mouth, and he turned around to settle down on top of her, face-to-face. He lowered his lips about her nose and began to suck and tongue the small, cute shape all over, and at the same time he started a slow, vigorous undulation of his loins against hers, dragging his erection through her creaming slit.

  “Oh, Bill, it's bigger than ever!” Marilyn rasped.

  Oddly, she felt a little twinge of fear run through her. She struggled reflexively, not even thinking, but her strength didn't compare to that of Bill, who had no trouble subduing her and pressing her more forcefully into the mattress.

  Bill carried through with his advantage, smashing his lips against Marilyn's and probing into the slippery-walled cavern of her mouth with his lashing tongue. He drove his tongue without letup in her mouth, darting and twirling its tip here and there, sending it ever deeper, toward her throat.

  Their lips pressed with fiery passion against each other, and their bodies rocked more energetically than ever together, helping to stoke the incandescent heat that radiated throughout their vibrant flesh from their loins.

  Bill skidded one of has hands up to squeeze a mound of hot titty flesh. His fingers frigged against the little titty's stiff red nipple, making it poke up in achy tumescence. He even pinched the extreme tip of the jutting nipple between two fingernails, and he scissored his nails in opposite directions in a harsh, sawing action.

  Soon more frothy white juices were gushing from the swollen tissues of Marilyn's pussy, and Bill became suddenly certain that it was time for him to stab his erection home.

  With his free hand, jammed down between his midsection and Marilyn's, he took firm hold of the thickened root of his cock and manipulated its length until it was directed into Marilyn's vagina, the glans of the organ lodged just inside the mouth of the swampy passage.

  Marilyn's entire body went suddenly stiff as she felt the hardened glans nosing slickly into her. Her heels and shoulders dug into the mattress; then she thrust up hard and let out a yelp, feeling the shaft stab deep into her throbbing hole.

  Bill strained even more strongly than Marilyn. He jammed his hairy pelvis against Marilyn's mound, and his cock stretched deeper and deeper into her.

  Bill's cock was presently embedded in Marilyn's constricting vagina to its very root. He grunted long and deep due to the effort of his driving cuntal penetration, and he stilled his movements and inhaled until his lungs were filled to capacity.

  “Ooh, darling, you're so nice and tight,” he groaned against Marilyn's wet lips. “You're squeezing me so nice... in there...”

  His vigor quickly recovered to a sufficient degree, he slid his hand up under his torso to take hold of Marilyn's other breast. He rubbed and stroked both breasts with gentle sensual caresses, and he groaned again, his face flushing with intense beads of sweat popping out all over his cheeks and brow. His cock seemed to be on fire inside Marilyn's squeezing cunt.

  Marilyn also was growing more and more horny. Mindlessly, a deep feeling of possessiveness running through her, she slipped her hands up onto Bill's back and began moving her palms about in sweeping caresses, quickly bringing her fingers down to his strongly jutting buttocks.

  Bill grunted with pleasure as he felt Marilyn's fingers massaging the solid, muscular mounds of his ass.

  Marilyn grunted, too, more fiercely, and she pressed firmly with her palms and edged the tips of her fingers down farther, toward the juncture of Bill's thighs.

  She probed along the humid crack running through the dark valley of Bill's rump till the tip of her seeking index finger located his asshole.

  “Ooh, darling, you're crazy,” Bill groaned, feeling Marilyn's insistent finger screwing its way deep into his clasping rectum.

  While Marilyn finger-fucked him with rapidly increasing swiftness, Bill began fucking into her deliciously tight slot with his fiercely erect cock. He rocked and ground his midsection against hers, sawing the glans of his throbbing shaft repeatedly into the depths of her channel.

  Marilyn felt the massive erection stabbing and stabbing into her, and she felt fiery pulsations of rapture ripping through her cuntal flesh, making her whole body throb and quake under Bill's pounding form.

  Bill again sought her lips, and as he drove his tongue once more deep into her mouth, the tip of his tongue searching frenziedly over the delicate wet lining, he again moved his hands up under his ceaselessly moving torso to grip and squeeze her aching, firm-fleshed titties. He began frigging the fiercely swollen nipples for the second time, and he heard Marilyn starting to pant and grunt as the first throes of orgasm whipped into her flesh.

  Marilyn fisted her hands beside her hips and thrust up powerfully under Bill.

  “Oooh, I'm coming! Bill-ooh, Bill...”

  “Baby, honey, darling, so am I!” Bill gasped, screwing more violently than ever into her.

  He felt his release spurting furiously into the depths of her vagina. On and on went his climax, growing more and more jarring in its ferocity, until at the end he was discharging his seed with near-explosive violence.

  “Ooh, darling, darling, Marilyn, I love you like crazy,” he groaned, at last rolling off Marilyn and getting onto his knees.

  Marilyn stared up at him through dewy eyes. She felt as if she really knew the meaning of true love, knew it for the first time in her life.

  Reaching for her hand, Bill said, “Let's forgive each other. Okay?”

  Marilyn smiled.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The Wanderlust cruised into Sugarloaf Key harbor late that night, and Marilyn felt a quiet sense of release as she descended the broad gangplank beside Bill, holding hands with him. Pleasant as the voyage down from Jacksonville had been—and it had been pleasant, even beyond the sexual activities that had involved her and Bill and the other two honeymoon couples for a good part of the time—she had still begun to feel confined.

  Gusts of offshore wind whipped at her clothes and played through her hair, and she threw her arms out and playfully spun around on her toes after stepping ashore, delighting in the feeling of freedom she gained from the firm, rolling land that stretched away from the sea.

  “You seem to be feeling mighty good,” said a squat, gray-haired old man mounted on a mule. “I hope you keep feeling that way while you're here.”

  Marilyn saw that there were six mules extending in pairs behind the mule on which the old man was mounted. She assumed she and Bill and the other honeymoon couples would be riding to the resort. She certainly hoped they would be, because it sounded like a lot of fun.

  “I'm sure I'll have a wonderful time,” she replied to the man, treating him to a bright smile. “Are those other mules for all of us?” She gestured ex
pansively, indicating the assembled couples, including Bill and herself.

  Captain Tony Janeway and his wife Lydia were standing a little off from the couples. Captain Tony's rumpled blue yacht captain's hat was tilted slightly on his head and angled not quite forward, giving him a somewhat pixyish look, though he was rather tall and big-bodied for a pixy. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets in response to the slight chilliness of the breeze coming in over the dark waters of the harbor, and he chuckled happily, as if sharing the expectation of the couples.

  “That 'all of us' doesn't include Lydia and me, I'm afraid,” he said, cutting the chuckle short. “Work and more work for us... not like you young rabbits.”

  He winked at Marilyn and smiled, letting her know that his words were meant playfully and not offensively.

  “That old coot up on the mule there is Eddy Johnson,” he told the couples. “He's the manager of the resort. And the other mules are for you'ns, all right.”

  “You talk too much, Cap'n Tony,” Eddy cut in. “The little lady was talking to me, so hush up now... if that's not asking too much.”

  “Just don't let that old heart of yours give out while you're leading these fine people over hill and dale, old man,” Captain Tony retorted, and chuckled again.

  Marilyn squeezed Bill's hand tighter and started with him toward the first pair of mules behind Eddy.

  Everybody was so friendly—even the innocent teasing was obviously a form of friendliness—that the future seemed to promise only happiness for Marilyn. She even forgot her sense of shame over what she and Peter had done, because it was only the future that counted.

  Bill's hands felt strong and sure and protective as he helped Marilyn mount the nearest of the mules.

  * * *

  After riding at a leisurely pace over a narrow trail that wound over and around a few low hills, the young honeymooners, along with Eddy Johnson mounted on his mule at the lead, came to a corral. Eddy directed the couples to dismount, and when Marilyn had her feet planted solidly on the ground she gazed out over the small, moonlit lake nearby beyond a stretch of shrubbery and small trees.