My Bride for Yours

by Curt Aldrich

  “Do you really want me to?” he asked, eye balling the bulge of her pussy.

  “You know I do, Bill. I'm so hot and bothered-ooh...”

  Bill thumbed the crotch band of her panties out of the way; then very lightly, teasingly, he kissed her inner pussy tissues and membranes with his bloated glans.

  “Ooh, honey, get it in!” Barbara rasped. “Man, give it to me fast and deep! Fuck me like a madman!”

  She spread her legs farther apart to make her swollen flesh blossom fully about the hard purple glans.

  She gave out a harsh grunt of desire as she felt Bill begin to screw his erection into her. Her eyes opened very wide, and her face became lined with the tension brought on by the jolts of pleasure shuddering through her.

  She gritted her teeth, and she began breathing so rapidly and so deeply that her throat quickly started to ache.

  Emitting a long, racking groan, she began to hunch up as strongly as she could to aid in the impaling of her cunt.

  Bill worked his cock relentlessly deeper and deeper into her, but at a teasingly slow speed.

  “Oh, Bill, screw me! Get it in fast! Screw me deep!”

  Bill drove hard into her; then he immediately began a swift rhythm of thrust and withdrawal, his erection advancing and retreating time after time with deep-reaching strokes.

  “Ooh, it's lovely, Bill!” Barbara gasped, a shudder of ecstasy running through her.

  She felt Bill's furious rhythm somehow transmitting itself to her entire midsection. Exhaling a guttural sigh, she started pumping her hips about his ceaselessly driving cock.

  “Ooh, Bill!” she gasped.

  The fire running wild in her pussy quickly became so intense that she began groaning nonstop, and strained to make each of Bill's thundering strokes more deeply penetrating than the last.

  Then she was on the verge of coming. She could feel the lining of her vagina spasming violently about Bill's hard flesh, and she knew her passion would reach explosive proportions in moments.

  “Oh, Bill, screw me raw! It's so good! So wonder—oh! Oh! Oh, my God, it's happening! I'm coming, Bill!”

  Bill fucked her with abandon, his cock sawing so deeply into her that she was half afraid he was on the verge of jabbing into her womb.

  Only moments after she had climaxed, she felt him beginning to come, his copious charges of semen tearing into her pussy with stinging fury.

  Someone knocked at the door while Bill was in the midst of coming, and Barbara was able to control herself well enough to call out, “Who is it?”

  “It's me... Joan,” came the answer. “Can I come in?”

  An impish glint appeared in Barbara's eyes, and she grinned and called, “Sure! Come on in, Joan!”

  “Are you crazy?” Bill yelped shakily, his cock still spurting into Barbara.

  “Certainly not,” Barbara replied. “What's wrong? Haven't you ever tried a threesome?”

  “Not that I can remember,” Bill groaned, and collapsed on top of her.

  CHAPTER NINE

  “Could you tell me which of the cabins is assigned to Mr. and Mrs. Bill Stewart?” Bill was asking as Marilyn stepped into the office.

  “That'd be you and the little lady just coming in, right?” Eddy Johnson asked in return.

  Marilyn saw that Bill was going to turn around and look at her, and she considered turning around herself and fleeing from the office. She knew she'd have to face Bill sometime, though, hard as it was bound to be, and she decided it might as well be then.

  Her face stayed flushed with shame until she saw that Bill, too, had a sheepish, guilty look about him. Maybe she had no reason to fear his judgment, if that look meant what it seemed to mean.

  “Yes, that's right,” Bill mumbled, belatedly answering Eddy's question.

  “Well, your cabin's the second one down on the right as you go back outside.”

  Marilyn preceded Bill back outside; then she waited for him to catch up with her and fell in step beside him.

  Reaching behind herself, she knitted her fingers together against the small of her back and stared vacantly at the ground. She would wait for Bill to speak first, she decided, since she didn't really feel like speaking at all.

  _ Almost a full minute passed before Bill finally asked, “You okay?”

  “Mm-hmm,” Marilyn murmured.

  “You didn't fall into the lake and almost drown... or anything?”

  Marilyn raised her head and gave Bill a quizzical look. “What makes you ask a question like that?” she asked.

  “Well, because you were down there so long... with Harry and that creep Peter.”

  Marilyn continued to look up at Bill's cold, immobile face; then suddenly she burst into tears and threw herself onto the ground.

  “Marilyn, what's wrong?” Bill asked, quickly squatting beside her.

  “I never meant for it to happen,” Marilyn bawled, her voice so riddled by sobbing that Bill could hardly understand her. “It was all Harry's fault, not mine.”

  “What, darling?” Bill asked, his arm going tenderly around her neck.

  “Oh, Bill, don't make me talk about it. It just happened, and I'm ashamed about it. But I swear it wasn't my fault!”

  Bill kissed her cheek and murmured that it was okay, that she didn't have to worry about anything, that he loved her more than he could say and always would.

  “Oh, Bill, my darling,” she purred, turning her face to his, her tear-stained cheeks making her look even younger and more innocent than she was. “Why do things have to go wrong?”

  Bill lightly kissed her lips at least a dozen times; then he hugged her fiercely and said, “Everything's all right, darling. I don't want you to worry about anything, and I don't want you to feel ashamed about anything, either.”

  “All right, Bill, I won't,” Marilyn said softly, sounding touchingly childlike.

  “I'm sure you didn't do anything any worse than the things I did, darling, so it's me who should be ashamed if anybody should.”

  “No, it's not you; it's them!” Marilyn said with sudden fierceness.

  “Them?”

  “Those other two couples—the men and the girls. Don't you see, Bill? They're... well, just not the same as us.”

  Bill stroked his cheek against hers and asked, “How are they different? What do you mean?”

  “They just never learned right from wrong, if you want my opinion. But they probably think of themselves as more sophisticated than us.”

  “Yeah, you could have something there, darling,” Bill said thoughtfully. “They do seem to feel that anything goes, and that it's all right.” He nodded his head, as if agreeing with himself, as he reflected on the utterly wanton activities Barbara and Joan and he had engaged in so recently. “They've got a way of talking a person into something no matter how wrong it is.”

  “I know it,” Marilyn said softly, thinking back herself.

  “Best thing for us to do is just stay pretty much clear of all of them as much as possible. Don't you think so?”

  This time Marilyn nodded.

  “It's good with us, though, isn't it, darling?” Bill asked gently.

  “Oh, Bill...” Marilyn sighed, wrapping her arms around him and holding him more tightly against her.

  Bill helped her up, and they undressed and made love there under the moonlit sky, without shame or hurry.

  Naked, they reclined on the thick carpet of well-tended grass, and Bill caressed his palms up and down her thighs, his lips mashed fiercely against hers.

  Marilyn moaned with quick passion as she felt Bill's fingers sweeping up to her groin, the tips of them trailing between the throbbing, hair-lined flanges of her twat. She searched for his hardening cock, and she moaned into his mouth as she found the gristly flesh jutting between her splayed thighs, and wrapped her fingers around its twitching length.

  Bill slid his lips across her face to the side of her neck, to her ear, which he nipped at gently with tremendous passion and tenderness.
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br />   He plowed his fingers into the maw of her cunt, and he sawed his fingernails across the fat red bud of her clitoris, making her howl and squirm violently under him.

  So, he's going to start playing rough with me, is he? Well, I can play rough just as well as he can, and Marilyn set about proving it. She moved her fingers with quick, jerking motions on his cock, dragging his foreskin back on the shaft, then hauling it back up, exciting the slick purple glans until it pulsed and throbbed with fierce hunger against her fingers.

  Bill had begun digging his fingers into the throat of her pussy, and she could feel her flesh tightening around his fingers as he continued to increase the pressure.

  Even after all the sex action she'd endured so recently, she found it painful, but she was too horny to consider telling him to be more gentle. She squirmed salaciously under the pressure of his harshly penetrating fingers.

  Bill started to move against her, and she knew that he was really into the spirit of what they were doing; she knew he was going to make love—real love—to her. He slipped his face down over her stomach and licked at her belly button; then his lips swept suddenly up and he was kissing and sucking the aching buds of her nipples.

  Marilyn sighed, feeling his teeth nipping at her nipples. She began to squirm with greater fury under him, flailing her legs fitfully against the grass.

  She wrapped her arms around his chest and held him possessively against her for a moment; then the urgency of her lust made her slip her hands down his back and over his buttocks. She fastened her fists around his heavy, dangling balls and milked rapidly at the swollen spheres; then she trailed the tips of her fingers along the terribly erect length of his cock. Catching at the thick column of flesh, she jerked it this way and that, stroking its massive, yearning head against her inner thighs.

  “Oh, I want you bad, Bill!” she groaned. “I want this big thing in me! I want you to fuck me deep and wild!”

  A choking sound came from Bill's throat, and she knew he wanted her as strongly as she wanted him.

  Bill moved down over her, his lips caressing the small swell of her stomach, and he sought again the maw of her pussy with his fingers. Spreading the rubbery wet flanges, he started scraping the tips of his fingers over her slimy clitoris.

  “Oh, darling...” he murmured.

  He smashed his mouth against her cunt and began sucking her juices up into his throat while he stimulated her to an almost unbearable level by lashing his tongue repeatedly up and down the slippery sprout of her clitoris.

  Marilyn's body went wild under him, and she gasped and grunted with violent passion as his lips and tongue grew more abandoned in their lascivious work.

  Golly, he's going to eat me alive! He's going to suck on me down there 'til I'm dehydrated!

  “Oh, darling! Darling!” Marilyn moaned. “Ooh, what a crazy mouth you have!”

  On and on he sucked at her sizzling cunt, until she began to fear she would die from the breathtaking rapture of it.

  She wanted so badly for him to start fucking her that she screamed out her need to him at the top of her lungs. She skidded her fingers rapidly, almost viciously, up and down his ramrod cock, trying to stimulate him so that he wouldn't be able to put off shoving his cock into her any longer.

  “Fuck me, Bill!” she pleaded hoarsely, her head slamming violently against the grass. “I'm going crazy, darling! I'm so hungry for you I can't stand it!”

  Bill raised his face and heaved himself forward onto her. “You can't stand it, huh?” he asked, grinning.

  “No, I can't! Please, Bill!” Marilyn wheezed, almost breathless with desire. “Please don't keep me waiting any longer!”

  A shudder ran through Bill as he slipped his arms about her, pulling her tightly against him.

  Marilyn felt the head of his cock pressing into her cunt. She wanted to cry or shout, or something, it felt so good.

  “Marilyn,” Bill murmured, massaging the wet tissues and membranes inside her slit with his slimy purple knob.

  “Bill,” Marilyn whined impatiently.

  “I want to try something new,” Bill persisted.

  He didn't bother to tell Marilyn that he'd learned the “something new” from Joan.

  “What?” Marilyn snapped, hunching up futilely under him. “Why don't you start screwing me?”

  “I want to screw you in your behind,” Bill told her, and suddenly rolled off her.

  “Oh, darn, Bill... What are you talking about, in my behind? That's crazy. You'd kill me.”

  “I would not. It might hurt at first when I'm pushing it into you, but before long you'll be getting an even bigger kick out of it than you get when I screw you the regular way.”

  Marilyn continued to pout in irritation at Bill, but before long he succeeded in persuading her to roll over and get on her hands and knees and let him at least try to fuck his cock into her ass.

  “You just remember to stop if I say it hurts too much,” Marilyn said fearfully as she lowered her head to align her bottom at such an angle that Bill would have easier access to her asshole.

  She heard Bill sniffing with gusto at the faint odor emanating from between her cheeks. A feeling of nausea swept into her, and she turned her head to the right and tried to give a look of last-hope pleading to Bill.

  “Aaahh,” she grunted all of a sudden, feeling Bill's tongue beginning to wet down her tiny, writhing anus.

  She rested her chin on top of her folded hands, and she tried to will back a blush that threatened to flame across her face. It was intensely exciting to get the treatment Bill was giving her, and it embarrassed her to realize that her painfully erect clitoris was jutting out at full length from between the puffy lips of her pussy.

  Bill kept dragging his tongue through the crack of her ass for several minutes, and from time to time during those minutes he also squirted his tongue beyond her anus and rubbed its rough surface through her creaming cunt and over her clitoris.

  By the time Bill finished his foreplay, Marilyn was so thoroughly turned on that she no longer felt embarrassment over her gross reactions. Her swollen clitoris was twitching with lust, and she was sighing and panting almost nonstop in impatience for every inch of what Bill had to feed her back passage.

  Suddenly it was there: she could feel the rounded head of Bill's erection throbbing as it stirred against the wrinkled skin of her anus.

  Bill grunted harshly as he managed to lodge the head of his cock securely against the slick elastic aperture. He hunkered up higher on Marilyn's back, reaching forward, toward her shoulders, and he thrust with sudden, feverish determination, jabbing the first several inches of his shaft into Marilyn's throttling asshole, bruising and tearing the delicate membranes just inside.

  “Aiieee!” Marilyn cried, flashes of agony making her see vivid splotches of red in her closed eyes.

  “Fight the pain,” Bill rasped. “It won't last, darling. Remember that.”

  The shattering pain became even worse as Bill slowly but relentlessly screwed every inch of his cock into her.

  For several moments as the impalement was nearing completion, Marilyn had a paranoid fear that she might not survive the cornholing. If Bill's merciless cock had about one more inch... But it didn't, a fact that prompted Marilyn to heave a sigh of relief even as the pain radiating from her rectum throughout her midsection was still going on, only very slowly settling down toward a dull ache.

  Bill started pistoning his cock into her at an accelerating pace as soon as the pulsating shaft's root had felt the near-crushing bite of Marilyn's anus, and the jarring in-and-out charges made Marilyn's clitoris grow increasingly thick and long. Bill had been right, and before long she began groaning louder than ever with the need to come.

  “Ah, Bill! Fuck! You're making me so horny!”

  She groaned on and on, her lust skyrocketing as Bill quickened his strokes in approach of his climax. She shuddered and back-pumped beneath Bill, the small, firm mounds of her bottom quivering and clenching ar
ound the thick length of flesh incessantly pounding into her.

  She could hear Bill grunting and salivating from exertion as he sawed his cock deep into her rectum, and she could hear her cruelly stretched asshole emit an exciting wet sucking noise each time it reversed the direction of its pursuit of Bill's wildly pistoning shaft. The raunchy sounds all added to her almost overwhelming passion, making her jerky movements in support of Bill's ravaging of her asshole grow even more savagely abandoned.

  It couldn't go much longer. Even as Marilyn felt Bill's cock swelling and throbbing in her rectum as it thundered toward release, she realized that she was on the verge of coming.

  “Ah, Bill, I'm about to come!” she groaned, her head spinning. “Ooh, darling-ahhh, yes! It's here! I'm coming now! I'm coming!”

  Her loins were jolted by such intensely pleasurable sensations that she felt dizzy and weak and shot through with ecstasy well before her climax was over.

  Bill started coming then. He had slid his hands far forward over Marilyn's shoulders and buried his quaking cock hilt-deep in her strongly clenching asshole, and now he was groaning with feverish delight as the blasts of his seed brutalized the deep lining of Marilyn's rectum and inundated the depths of her bowels so suddenly and so violently that steaming waves of the hot cream seared back around the shaft and fountained wetly out of her ruthlessly stretched anus.

  Marilyn collapsed under Bill as she felt his greasy cock riding back through her rectum and then popping out with a gross sucking sound.

  “It wasn't so bad after all, was it?” Bill asked as soon as he regained his breath.

  Marilyn propped herself up with her cheek cupped in her hand and her body angled up on her side.

  “You know it wasn't,” she said softly.

  Bill smiled with pride and said, “Darling, you look so lovely, lying there naked on the grass... at night like this, with the whole sky—oh, Marilyn, I want you again!”

  Marilyn smiled back at him. This was the way one should feel on a honeymoon: contented, and filled with love, and wanting one's mate again and again.