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 stockings or panty-hose on the walk. Jim, a step ahead of her, spread a tree branch aside that was in their way, and then, waiting for her to pass, said, “I… I wanted to apologize for last night, Suzie. 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.
“You were so breathtakingly beautiful, standing there, nude,” he said contritely, feeling his penis throbbing between his legs. God! How he wanted to fuck her again! But he knew his chances of hauling her down on the ground where they were and ramming it to her 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 sad-faced at his bride, his true emotions so lacking remorsefulness that he feared she’d see right through him. “I… I don’t know what got into me,” he added lamely, “maybe the devil. The devil made me do it.”
“No, darling,” Suzie 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 man, while I…” she ended the sentence in a woeful sigh.
“And you’re a 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 woman you can handle!”
“You will be,” he promised her. “You’ll see, you will be!”
I hope so… for the sake of our marriage and love, I hope so! She turned away from him to hide the sudden surge of tears that were blurring her eyes. “L-Let’s rest here a moment and then go back to the cabin, darling.”
Jim hesitated, looking around as if earnestly seeking something, frowning slightly. “No… not just yet, if you don’t mind, Suzie. I… I feel sort of fidgety today, and you know how much I like to hike in the country. Let’s go on a bit further.”
Suzie nodded mutely, a small twinge of despondency coming over her. He doesn’t want me again yet, she thought miserably. He’s afraid to take me back to bed and fail, and that’s why we’re wandering through the hills this way… She walked after him without question, figuring that it was she who would now have to show patience and understanding, and again promising she’d try harder when the next chance arose. She caught up with him as they strolled through the thickly aromatic pines, and, pressing her hand into his, she brushed her nubile body against his often in the cool, dim woods. The gentle caress of knee-high grass and wildflowers against her bare legs felt comforting to her, though, and the bright songs of the birds clustered in the trees overhead added to her naturally buoyant spirits. Every few minutes, she would catch the rustle of some darting small animal, or the scratchings of a chipmunk as it clawed up the bark of a fir. It was as if she were entirely alone with Jim in a world of peace and tranquillity, and, as she continued walking, the distraught young bride began feeling a little more relaxed and calm…
Soon they neared a small, secluded glade, sheltered by tall trees and thick, lush foliage. The ground was covered with spongy moss, and she could hear the trickling of a stream off to one side. They worked their way a little closer through the shadows of the trees, and, just before they were going to step out into the clearing, they heard another sound. With Jim’s hand holding her back, Suzie leaned forward, puzzled…
They were the oddest noises she’d ever heard in her life! They didn’t sound like they were from a large, wild beast, for they were sighs and groans that seemed more human than animal!
Then… “Oooohhh shit! You suck like Aphrodite!”
Suzie froze, her mind, so full of happiness, torn asunder by the crude obscenities she’d just heard. Her face contorted with confusion, and she turned to her husband, her breath choking 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 Verna and Carl halfway to Nevada for nothing! “It sounded like a man,” he continued, trying to act perplexed. “It sounded almost like… like Carl!”
“My brother? No, it can’t be!”
Her protests were cut short by the sounds of more lewd words, this time muffled and from a woman’s lips. Suzie couldn’t believe it, but the voice sounded exactly like Verna’s!
“I love it! Yes, yes, I love the taste of your prick! Mmmmm!”
Suzie was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Jim Halford. She wanted to run, to flee from 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 much. They rounded a few more trees and slipped quietly through a growth of tall brush, the moans of passion becoming more distinct.