Carlotta Graham - An animal threesome

The last place on earth Denny Reed would have expected to find himself, was in church on a beautiful Sunday morning in Idaho Falls. In fact, if his Maserati hadn't broken down on his way back to Los Angeles from New York, Idaho Falls was the second last place on earth he would have expected to be.

But something strangely compelling had happened to him as he walked down the pretty tree-lined street not far from the Flamingo Motel where he had spent the night. As he passed the pretty white small town church, with its graceful steeple and glowing stained glass windows, he had heard the sweetest sound that had ever struck his ears… the loveliest soprano voice singing the Lord's Prayer. It was exquisite, like the singing of angels.

And Denny, self-conscious in his faded Levi's and denim jacket, walked softly up the steps of the church and slipped silently in the open doors. When he saw the girl at the altar, his mouth fell open. She was stunning in her beauty and innocence, and even under the high neck dress, he could see the unbelievably voluptuous body beneath it. She couldn't have been more than seventeen, he thought, and he'd bet anything that she was a virgin. And that dress, that modest plain white dress, only accentuated her remarkable figure, and he couldn't help wondering how she would look naked. In her pureness, she was almost too sexy to believe. Her breasts were firm and full, her narrow waist accenting softly flared hips and long tapering legs. He moved over to one side of the chapel so he could see her from the side. Her trim young buttocks were sexier than any young girl's had a right to be, rounding out like two firm ripe melons waiting for someone to come along and squeeze them. And Denny knew he had to fuck her! Then suddenly their eyes met, and Cally Rogers, the minister's daughter, felt a hot shudder run through her entire body, making her skip a beat in the hymn.

Denny took a seat and waited for the services to be over, never taking his eyes from the exquisite young girl. When the sermon had ended and the last hymn was sung, and people began to file out of the church, Denny stood up and waited in the aisle for the beautiful blonde to walk past him. As she did, their eyes met again, and she stopped beside him, flustered, not knowing what to say.

Hi," said Denny.

"Hello," she answered modestly, lowering her eyes.

Denny knew he's have to talk fast or she'd be out of the church and forever beyond his reach.

"You sing beautifully," he told her in a soft, deep voice.

"Thank you… I… I really love to sing," she said breathlessly.

"I'm a stranger in town," Denny said, "and I'd sure like someone to show me around."

Cally looked over her shoulder at her father, the minister, who was shaking hands with his parishioners as they left the church. She knew he would disapprove… she wasn't allowed to date boys… but the presence of this stranger was so compelling it was as if something outside of herself had taken control. She wanted to know him, wanted to know who the stranger with the fiery eyes was. And she astonished herself by saying yes.

They left the church together and Denny said, "Hey… you know I'm really hungry. Is there any place we could go and get some lunch?"

"Sure," said Cally.

"I have no car… it's being fixed."

"We can take mine," Cally told him, and led him to an old white Chevrolet convertible parked across from the church.

Then suddenly Cally panicked; what was she doing, going off with a strange man like this. She must be crazy! "I… I really don't know you," she blurted out blushing. "Maybe we shouldn't do this."

Denny smiled in a way he knew would reassure her. "Hey, we're just going to have some lunch. It's okay. My name's Denny Reed and I'm not the Boston strangler."

She laughed.

"Well, I'd better go tell my dad anyway. Wait here, I'll be back in a second."

He watched her cross the street and walk back into the church. He waited, wondering if she would change her mind and chicken out. Then he saw her emerge from the pretty white building and walk back toward him.

"I told him you were my girlfriend's cousin… so I guess it's okay. Let's go."

She drove him to the Red Coach steakhouse, and as they walked in from the bright sunlight, it took their eyes several moments to adjust to the darkness in the atmospheric restaurant.

"What will you have to drink," Denny asked her when they were seated.

"I don't drink," she said, smiling shyly. And again, she had that weird, frightened feeling; what was she doing here with this strange man? Everything seemed so unreal to her. Yet he seemed so nice and friendly… And she had spent such a bored and restless summer dreaming of the man that would find her and carry her away from this sleepy old town. She knew there was a big exciting world out there, and she knew of its dangers. Yet when her eyes had met his in church that morning, she felt something she had never known before, an attraction that seemed to crash through all the rules and barriers within which she had lived her entire young life.

"Well," Denny told her, "it's time you had your first drink then."

She smiled, her silence an assent.

When their martinis arrived, she sipped it slowly. She did not like the taste, but it made her feel a warm sensation through out her entire body. In fact, by the time she had finished it, she seemed to be more aware of her body than she had ever been in her life.

When their steaks arrived, she felt terrifically hungry. And eating, she figured, would help curb the effect of the liquor. With candles on the table glowing with a softly dancing light, they sat across from one another eating the rare steak and drinking a good red wine.

Denny looked at the beautiful blonde across from him, touched by her innocent prettiness. She was so different, so very different from Loretta Day, his next door neighbor in Topanga Canyon, California. He and Loretta had been lovers ever since he had moved into the big ranch style house he had purchased with the money he had inherited when his parents died. Loretta was a sexual adventures, introducing him to the wild orgies and other perversions indulged in by the rich hipsters in the wealthy community. Yes, it had been a long time since he had seen a virgin like this one.

Slowly, he moved towards her on the leather banquette, his mouth moist and slightly open as it met with her lips.

And the kiss thrilled her to the very depths of her aroused young body.

He drove his tongue deep between her parted lips, arid she sucked on it as her nerves tingled with growing excitement. Then she pulled away from him suddenly. The alcohol and the kiss had made her dizzy. And she was frightened now.

"Please, let's go," she said.

"Anything you say, darling," Denny answered, kissing her lightly on the forehead, and even that kiss fired her body and set her head into a dizzy swoon. "I think I'd better drive."

As they entered the car, Cally fell back against the seat. "I… I can't go home… like this," she told him.

"My father would kill me."

"Okay, I'll take you somewhere you can sleep it off. Don't worry sweetheart." And he started the car, driving off in the direction of the Flamingo Motel.

Cally staggered a bit as they entered room number six, and Denny put his arm around her waist to steady her again. She could feel the strength and warmth of his powerful right hand resting on her hip, could feel each of his sure fingers pressing gently above and below the hip bone. Somewhere in the distant recesses of her alcohol fogged mind an alarm bell clanged, but it was so muted that she wasn't sure what it was for. After all, Denny Reed was just about the nicest man she had ever met. She knew she could trust him. She was completely safe with him.