Curt Aldrich: Four-way bride

At that moment she wasn't sure how she felt about anything, except that her nerves remained taut – not from fear any longer, but from some cause she didn't understand.

In less than a minute Danny fell asleep, his arms still draped around her, his head resting against her neck. Millie eased herself clear of him and lay staring at the dim ceiling. Finally she dropped off…

"Fuck with me, baby!" Danny was saying excitedly. "Ooh, man! God damn! Oh, that's wild!"

The room was still dark, and Danny was atop her. He lay sprawled between her thighs, supporting his torso on straight arms planted next to her shoulders, and he was pistoning his hard cock inside her at a frenzied rate. Millie's blonde hair tossed about the pillow. Her full tits quivered. Her belly was pounding upward to absorb her husband's rapid strokes.

The whole thing seemed to have happened of its own accord, and Millie hadn't become aware of what she was doing until she was in the midst of it.

"That's good… oh, it's good!" she panted. "I love it!"

"Yeah!" Danny said huskily. "Yeah! Oooh, God damn!"

His prick was a wondrous thing – thrusting, gliding, pumping, filling her with the throbbing power of his love. Millie was reaching for him eagerly, absorbing with her warm, moist pussy his every jarring plunge. She thrilled as his inrushing prick expanded the elastic sheath of her vagina, warming her insides. She felt his big balls flop against her tingling anus.

The carnival ride was really swinging now – wheeling, dipping, climbing.

"Ooooh!"

Fireworks seemed to burst around her… in her. Her brain wheeled giddily.

"Oooh God, baby! Wow! Oh… Unnh!" Danny cried.

The thrusting stopped, and there was a pooling of warmth in Millie's belly.

She clutched her strong young husband with her legs as well as her arms and they rocked from side to side, moaning and panting from the bliss that had come to them in the middle of the night…

"Millie, the doc just called."

Snapping from her reverie, the girl jumped to her feet and asked Gus, "What did he say? How's Danny?"

"Now, take it easy." Gus made a patting motion in the air.

His elder sons stood behind him, Cal with a funny little grin on his face, Pete as grim as ever.

"Danny's coming home," Gus said.

"Then he's all right!" Millie exclaimed. "Oh, thank God!"

"He's gonna be all right," her father-in-law corrected. "He's got a busted hip. But he don't need to stay in the hospital. Doc's going to rig up some traction for him in the spare room upstairs. I figured it was better that way, so you could be near him and take care of him. Anyway, a hospital costs a lot of money, which we ain't got right now."

Millie sank into her chair. "How long will he be laid up?"

"Doc ain't sure," Gus said. "Maybe a month."

"Tough break, Millie," Cal said.

She turned dazed eyes on the heavyset young man who stood with his legs planted apart. He was swaying slightly forward and back, his tight jeans outlining the bulge of his privates. Embarrassed, Millie quickly lifted her line of vision. Cal wore a faintly discernible smirk.

Millie looked at Pete. He was staring at her, his dark, hard eyes as inscrutable as ever. He said nothing.

The young bride sheltered her face in her hands and cried.

Millie stepped out to the porch. She rubbed the back of her hand across her perspiring forehead and stood quietly, gazing out across the rolling rangeland. In the distance, purple mountains blended with the sky. A brilliant sun bathed the landscape, keeping the temperature in the nineties – warm for northern Nevada, especially in late September.

Doc Carpenter had left a few minutes ago. Millie had helped him set up the contraption of ropes and pulleys necessary to support Danny's cast, after which she had remained in her husband's room and had tried to make him as comfortable as possible. Danny was good-humored about the whole thing. But Millie felt terribly depressed.

The screen door creaked behind her, and she turned around. Cal stepped onto the porch.

He grinned. "Danny's a lucky devil. He's sure got a pretty nurse to take care of him."

Millie turned back toward the landscape and didn't reply. Danny's robust brother moved up beside her. She wished he would go away. She didn't feel like talking with anyone.

"Sure hot, ain't it?" Cal asked.

"Yes."

"This kind of weather gets me to thinking about lying under a nice cool shade tree with a pretty gal. Know what I mean?"

Cal slid a hand across the small of Millie's back and took hold of her side, spanning the ridge of her panty elastic beneath her light dress. She tensed as he fingered the elastic.

"Somebody like you," Cal went on, his voice lower and a little huskier as he spoke from right above her ear. "Yes sir, Danny's a lucky guy."

Millie gave Cal a scornful glance. "How can you say Danny's lucky when he's in that awful cast?"

"Well, he won't have no work to do for awhile. But me and Pete will have to work twice as hard."

Why don't you get to it, then? Millie felt like replying. But she remained silent.

After a few moments, she shrugged away from Cal's casual embrace and walked to the end of the porch. He watched her plump bottom twisting under her cotton skirt. His loins ached with the wish to pull her skirt up and strip down her silken pants.

Blast Danny! he thought. How come a wet-nosed kid like him rates a beautiful chick like her? It ain't right. Now he's going to be lying up there in that room for a month, while Pete and me work our butts off. And he's going to have this luscious babe waiting on him hand and foot. He won't be able to screw her, though. Not while he's in that cast. Cal smiled to himself. That's going to be rough on them both. Unless I miss my guess, this little filly likes her fucking. God damn, would I love to give her the feel of my cock!

"What're you standing there for?" Pete barked at his brother as he stepped onto the porch. "We've got to fix that fence up at the draw."

"Hell, don't you think I know it?" Cal growled. His voice brightened somewhat as he added, "See you later, Millie."

"Yes," she said without looking around.

"What a piece!" Pete said under his breath as the brothers walked toward the barn.

"Man, you ain't kidding! How come we never saw her in Kenyon? How come Danny always smelled out the best stuff?"

"I saw her clerking in Connelly's store. She'd never hardly look at me, though."

"That's what I mean. Danny's always had a way with 'em, ever since he started sprouting hair on his nuts."

"I'm going to have her," Pete vowed.

Cal looked at him. "You sound like you mean it."

"Damned right I do!"

"The old man would tar us if he caught us messing around with Danny's wife."

"How old are you, Cal?"

"Why, twenty-four. You know that."

"And I'm twenty-six," Pete said. "We don't have to take no shit from the old man any more."

"Come on now," Cal derided. "You're the one who always hops to every time he yells."

"Cause he's usually right," Cal's slim elder brother replied. "But when it comes to tail, a man makes his own decisions."

"Yeah, but…"

"It's better if you lay off Millie anyhow," Pete said as they entered the barn. "That way I'll have a clear field for myself."

"Think you can really make her?"

"Hell, I know I can!"

On the porch, Millie continued to think about Cal's arm around her waist and the way he had talked. She didn't like him, but she nevertheless had responded to his touch.

It's just that sex is such a new thing to me, she decided. Danny and I have only been married a week, and now – oh God, why did that accident have to happen?

At night the prairie sky was like a black velvet pincushion full of pinheads that glittered like diamonds. The air was still warm, but there was a slight breeze.