Curt Aldrich - Four-way bride

"Don't drop it as if it was a hot poker," he said.

"It is hot."

"I know it. It's hot for you. Play with it, honey."

"H-how do you mean?"

"Don't you know how a guy likes to be played with?" Danny's eyes twinkled warmly as he looked up at her.

"You know I never saw another man this way," Millie said.

"Put your hand around it," Danny instructed huskily. "Pump it up and down."

Millie blinked at him. "What'll that do?"

"It'll make me come. That is, if you do it right."

"Do you… want to come? I mean, like this?"

"I'd rather come inside you, baby. You know that. But we can't fuck. This is the next best thing." He hesitated and looked at her searchingly. "Or almost."

God, if she would only suck me off! he thought. He'd had a girl do that for him once at the cat house in town. His brothers had taken him there when he was just sixteen. The girl he was with had seemed to get a kick out of the fact that he was a virgin. She had said, "I want to eat this sweet thing before you ever stick it in anyone else." And she had sucked it until he had come, spurting into her throat like Old Faithful. After that they had screwed. But the sucking had remained one of his fondest memories.

Danny assumed no decent girl would do such a thing, and he therefore hadn't asked any of the girls he had dated. He wouldn't think of asking Millie.

But God, if she only would! he thought. It would have thrilled him so much.

The question had crossed his mind as to why a decent girl wouldn't do as much for love as a whore would do for money. Anyway, the whore hadn't done it just for money. She had done it because she wanted to. But he supposed that's what had made her a whore – wanting to do things like that.

Millie stared at her husband's upthrust cock. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to do what he had asked of her. It seemed nasty somehow. But the idea stimulated her curiosity. She wondered how Danny's penis would look when it spurted. And she wondered if she could really please him that way.

Finally she wrapped her hand around the shank of his organ.

"Hey, that feels great!" Danny said. "Your fingers are so soft and cool."

"Just… what do I do?" Millie asked.

"Stroke your hand up and down – slow, but steady."

"Like this?" Millie began stroking his cock.

"Yeah! That's good! Oh baby, that feels wild!"

Millie felt rather foolish, pumping Danny's stiff dick. But the fact that he was obviously enjoying it gave her pleasure.

"Harder now!" Danny groaned. "Faster!"

He grasped her swaying, quivering tits, clutching both of them and squeezing. After a little while, he glided one hand to her ass while he brushed the other back and forth across the hard, pink tips of her titties, shaking the luscious boobs. His middle finger wormed into Millie's hairy softness. The lips of her pussy were excitingly wet.

She felt vaguely humiliated, because it seemed that she was being used. But she was giving Danny pleasure, and the act was kind of exciting. Inwardly, however, her frustration was building up.

"Oh, God!" Danny cried. "JEE – zusss! Oh wow, that's good! Baby… angel… sweetheart!"

She pumped his stiff cock faster. Her hand flew up and down on the hard, throbbing column. Clear fluid had seeped out of the gaping little hole at the end of his prick and had washed over the bulging rosy head, making it gleam.

"Baby, I'm gonna – oh! Aaaaaagh!"

Danny's hips had lurched, and he felt blinding pain. The doctor had warned him against moving that way.

"Sto… stop," he said. He lay panting.

"What's the matter?" Millie asked, slackening her grip on his prick. She was afraid she had done something wrong.

"I moved and… hurt myself," he said, speaking with obvious difficulty.

"Oh, darling!" she exclaimed. She let go of his penis.

"It's all right now," he said. "I'll be careful not to move. You can start again."

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Yeah… yeah. I've gotta get my rocks off!"

Suddenly the whole thing seemed crude and degrading to Millie. Her mind skipped back across her happy honeymoon to what her mother had said about all men being selfish, interested only in pleasing themselves.

But she shouldn't blame Danny, Millie realized. He couldn't do anything for her as long as he was in the cast.

She resumed stroking his prick. Danny didn't say anything for awhile. He just stared at her and breathed heavily. Finally, though, he began to let out little cries. He grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it.

Millie's back was sore from bending forward for so long, and her arm ached from pumping. She hoped he would finish soon.

Suddenly Danny gasped, let out a strangling moan, and his cock erupted. A jet of thick, milky fluid spurted up, then another and another. Millie stopped stroking him as the fascinating drops landed on his pajamas and on her hand. They were warm, but they felt slimy.

"Oooooh…" Danny sighed. He seemed to relax, but his penis remained hard.

Millie gave it a couple of final strokes. A thick glob of semen oozed out the tip of the rod and washed down over the head.

"Is that… all?" Millie asked.

"Yes." Danny's hands had fallen away from her.

She let go of his cock and backed up. She felt rather foolish. Her body throbbed with sexual tension. She watched Danny's penis shrink as it turned soft.

"Thanks, baby," he said, warmly smiling up at her.

"That's… kind of messy, isn't it?" she said, looking at the semen which lay in a couple of small clots on his pajamas. It was soaking into the cloth.

"It's all right," he said. "You can get me some fresh pajamas tomorrow."

He was breathing heavily, as if he were about to fall asleep.

Millie looked at her hand which gleamed with his cum. The fishy smell of it offended, yet strangely stimulated her.

The evening had been very confusing and upsetting – all of it.

"Do you want me to go?" she asked Danny.

"Whatever you want." His eyes fell closed.

Millie drew the sheet over him and turned away. She glanced at him as she put on her bra. He wasn't watching her.

He's satisfied, she thought. I don't interest him any longer. But what about me?

Millie put on her dress. Danny still hadn't opened his eyes.

"Good night, darling," she said, trying to make her tone warm, though she didn't exactly feel warm toward him at the moment.

"'Night, baby," he said.

Millie turned out the light and left the room.

When Millie arrived downstairs in the morning, Gus and his sons were already at breakfast. Rosa, their plump housekeeper, was serving. She gave Millie a cheerful smile.

Gus got to his feet. "Sorry to eat without you, Millie, but we figured maybe you'd feel like sleeping late. No use you getting up with the chickens just cause we have to."

"It's all right," Millie said, returning Gus' smile. She took her place at the table.

"Morning, Millie," Cal said from across the way.

"Good morning."

She glanced shyly at Pete. His eyes were directed at his plate as he speared a forkful of steak and egg.

"So I'm going in to the county seat and have a talk with Charley Sturm," Gus said to his sons, obviously continuing a conversation which had been in progress. "Maybe there's something he can do."

"Not likely," Pete replied, chewing. "Charley just sends out the tax bills. He don't make appraisals. We should've yelled when our appraisal was set up last spring."

"I didn't check it, cause I didn't figure it would take a big jump," Gus said defensively.

"That happened cause Reed pulled some strings and got his appraisal cut. There's been talk of that in town. With him owning half the land in the county, everybody else just naturally has to pay more."