Chapter 1
The bell rang ... sharp, loud, clear, resounding down the corridors of the brand new Everett Mann High School. It signaled the end of another school day; a signal that had been anxiously awaited by both the students and faculty alike. To the students, school was a drag and to the majority of the faculty just a job ... a way of making a living and the way things were going lately, a pretty damn good living.
However, things were different in Paul Garner's classroom. He alone did not want the day to end. Paul enjoyed his English class and would have preferred to have another rather than end the day, but he knew that it was futile and he closed the text of MacBeth and nodded to his pupils that they were dismissed.
He stood by chuckling to himself and they made a mad scramble for the door and he hoped that perhaps that one of them would have a question-a problem-or something to talk to him about At least this was an excuse for him to linger a little longer in the classroom.
Today, however, there were none-no problems, no questions, no possible reason for him to delay any longer. He gathered up his papers and books, putting them in his black leather attaché case, snapping it shut and walking slowly to the door.
"It's amazing," he thought, "how quickly the corridors imply after that last class. It has only been ten minutes since the bell and only a few students were still to be seen. Even they were hurrying to get home.
"Come on Gracie, shake your ass, hurry up or we'll miss the bus," one student called to her lagging companion.
"Ah, shit, Marilyn ... I dropped my books. Wait up!" Then her expression changed to one of shock and dismay as Paul Garner stooped down beside her and helped her collect her belongings.
"Oh, thanks, Mr. Garner," the obese redhead cooed, staring shamelessly into the handsome young teacher's face.
"Quite all right Grace ... hurry along now. You don't want to miss your bus, do you?"
"No, sir," she said, walking away but continuing to stare at Paul over her right shoulder. It was a look of admiration a look or respect that was not new or unusual for Paul.
Paul had been teaching for four years and was twenty six years old now. He found favor among his female students because of his handsome looks and the male students liked him for his athletic ability. He could always be counted on to score a few points for the faculty at the annual faculty students basketball game.
He picked up his raincoat from the teacher's lounge and left the building to head for home.
Home was a good distance away from the school-in fact in another part of the city entirely and at home there was Joyce ... Joyce Garner.
As Paul thought of his wife his footsteps became more reluctant-his pace greatly slowed. It seemed almost as if his feet were dragging-that they were unwilling to carry him home. Life hadn't been pleasant for the past two years and the answer to this was simple. Paul and Joyce were just bored with each other; their personalities not suited at all.
That hadn't always been the case though and Paul began to think back as he slowly made his way to the car. He remembered that when Joyce was in their Senior Class she was the prettiest girl and he was a big man ... of eighteen and a college freshman.
That seemed to carry a lot of weight with the girls-that he was a freshman in college and Paul had had no difficulty in getting a regular piece whenever he wanted it
But with Joyce things were different She was more of a challenge than the other girls. Being so extremely attractive there were lots of other guys that had tried to date her-college sophomores and juniors ... guys with cars and money or more prestige than Paul. But not one of them could match him for his looks.
Even at eighteen Paul had manly features and an athletic build. Handsome features that were reminiscent of movie stars and matinee idols. He was tall, with jet black hair, blue eyes and a white clear complexion. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow V waist-his hips were solid, buttocks full, thighs muscular ... and he had a charm, a beguiling fashion that he attributed to his Irish background. No one was really surprised when Joyce and Paul became a steady pair, seen almost everywhere together. It was only natural that the overpowering physical attraction of both of them would draw them into the mysteries of sex.
It was inevitable that they would begin to experiment in this illicit area ... an area forbidden them by society.
As Paul got into his blue compact car, he had the beginnings of a hard-on. He always found that he really got turned on whenever he thought back to that first time.
Joyce was so beautiful ... so young ... so innocent and though Paul had had experience he had never before cared about the person he was indulging with sex with. And that day, that beautiful Sunday in the Park, it was different He was in love with Joyce, as much in love as any eighteen year old boy is capable of.
Paul had really made points with Joyce's mother when he showed up at ten o'clock to take her to church. The woman was so delighted in fact, that she asked him to join them for dinner. Paul accepted and told her that after church they were going to take a walk in the park but that they'd be sure to be back by two ... the time that her mother had planned dinner.
Joyce was really a bit surprised when Paul actually took her to church-but in a way, when she thought about it, she was glad. She felt secure being with him. This action showed her how sincere he actually was-that he wanted everyone to see how proud he was of her ... even God. Some of the other girls from Joyce's high school were at church at the same time and they were green with envy. Joyce sensed this and it made her feel important-made her realize how much she actually loved Paul and would do anything for him.
After church they headed down to the park and walked along a promenade just along the water. As they walked, Paul glanced at his young girlfriend. She was so beautiful, so sensual in her tight fitting white linen dress, that he wanted them both to peel down to nothing and go screw on the grass. But for the time being he had to settle for just edging close to her and wrap his strong arm around her narrow waist as they walked.
They passed several people that they knew as they followed the walk that gradually led away from the water toward a natural wooded area. There were bridal paths and large patches of dense foliage and the overall effect was of peace and beauty.
The woods seemed to beckon-seemed to provide the privacy for them to pretend that they were the only people in the world and it wasn't long before Paul led Joyce to a grassy clearing where he gestured that they should sit down. It was small but naturally beautiful. The air was still and stirred only on occasion by the sound of some birds chirping. Strong beams of sunlight shot down through the tall trees and made the area warm, comfortable and cheery.
As Paul turned his car onto the highway he pictured himself eight years before, taking Joyce's lush young body in his arms and kissing her in that beautiful setting. The girl instantly surrendered, instantly parted her lips and allowed him to probe deeply into her mouth with his strong manly tongue.
Her whole body seemed to respond-seemed to scream out to become a woman-to be taken.
"You're so beautiful, Joyce ... so very beautiful."
"Thanks Paul," Joyce responded touching the edge of her hairdo with long graceful fingers.
"I want you, you know."
"What do you mean?" Joyce asked innocently.
"I want you to be mine, all mine."
"I am, Paul, I am."
"That's not what I mean. I want to ... to have the two of us become like man and wife."
"You mean, get married?"
"No, I mean that we should know everything about each other."
"Everything?" Joyce asked.
"Everything!" he declared.
"You already know more about me than anyone else ... even my parents."
"I know ... but I don't know your body. I don't how you feel and I don't know if you love me enough to let me find out"
"I do ... I do love you Paul. But I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"Of getting pregnant ... of getting ... screwed."
"You don't have to be afraid ... not of me anyway."
"I know that I can understand that-reason it-but somehow I don't feel it I still feel scared, still nervous."
"That's because it's the first. The first time that anyone has ever gotten this close to you," Paul said, slipping his hand from her shoulder down across her high firm breasts.
Joyce wasn't wearing any bra. She didn't seem to need one, she didn't seem to like being squeezed or held in and Paul could feel her warm flesh beneath the linen fabric. It stirred him, made him hotter, turned him on more and she could feel his prick growing in his pants and becoming rigid ... ready for action.
He knew he felt that it couldn't end there.
"Just trust me, Joyce," he uttered reaching for one of the three big black buttons that held the front of her dress closed. It gave way easily, slipping through the button hole and Paul unfolded die material and uncovered her lush breast. His eyes hungrily feasted on the fleshy upturned protrusion-the rosy nipple-the smooth delicate white skin and then his hand reached for her. His muscular hand began to knead at her sensitive flesh and Joyce responded.
Whether she wanted to respond or not Paul didn't know. Her body enjoyed the touch, her passions were aroused and her nipple grew hard under his exploring fingers.
"Oh Paul ... that feels so good, but I shouldn't, I really shouldn't!"
"With me, it's alright-you can ... you should," Paul said, silencing her with a quick kiss. Then he drew his lips away, sliding them across her cheek and down along the right side of her smooth thin neck and across her chest until Joyce's scarlet tip was just below his lips.
The girl squirmed with pleasure as Paul's tongue darted out and caught her hard nipple. Then Paul could feel her whole shivering with excitement as his lips parted and he began to suck on her waiting breast.
All of Joyce's resistance seemed to melt away. She no longer protested, so no longer wanted to struggle against him. After all, he was the man she loved and in her mind she was sure he was going to be the man she'd ultimately marry. Why shouldn't he enjoy her, why shouldn't he have her. Her mind quickly rationalized and her body quickly surrendered.
As soon as Paul sensed that Joyce was ready, he peeled off the remainder of her clothing and stood staring down at her young body. Her perfectly matched breasts were firm and inviting. Her waist was pinched in, her hips curvy and there between her thighs a thick bush of curly hair concealed the center of her passion.
The girl didn't seem to be aware of anything that was going on. She closed her eyes and seemed to drift into a trance as Paul frantically ripped at his clothing and threw them free.
He was proud of his body and was a bit disappointed that Joyce didn't look at him as he stood over her. He was nude with his huge cock standing straight out in front of him.
At eighteen Paul had a fully developed weapon-a good nine inches long and as thick as anything that he had seen. His sexual appetite was immense and even after he got his rocks off by screwing some broad he'd jerk off before going to sleep just thinking about it and he was sure that this episode with Joyce would give him plenty of thought-plenty of fantasies-so that he'd be jerking off a lot in the next few days.
Within the next few seconds Paul was spreading Joyce's legs and kneeling between them. He lay down on top of her and his massive body completely covered her, pinning her against the cool grass.
Joyce stirred when she felt his dick sliding between her legs, moving up toward the mouth of her cunt.
Her hand wrapped around his back and slid down over the smooth skin, almost as if she wanted to feel that mysterious organ that was sliding against her inner thighs.
Her eyes pleaded at him to be gentle, to treat her tenderly and when his full sensual lips came down gently on hers she knew he would.
This time though it was Joyce's tongue that pushed deeply into his mouth. She slid it over his even smooth teeth and found herself getting hotter by the second.
Paul led slid one hand down between their bodies. Then he arched his back, positioning himself so that he could grab his massive prick and aim it in the entrance of her love hole. He began to push with his hips, his cock head spreading her tight labia, forcing himself ever so gently into her pussy. Joyce began to wince with pain once the head of Paul's cock had penetrated into her tight slit. It was feeling that she had tried to control but Paul knew that the girl must be suffering. He let go of his rod and slipped his hand underneath the small of her back, lifting up and spreading her legs wider so that he could have a better access to her cunt and maybe in this way make it a little bit more comfortable for her.
He felt the hot walls of her twat already wet and lubricating the head of his prick and he continued thrusting it into her. Inch by inch he penetrated into her virgin slit and felt her muscles tightening more with each inch of cock that disappeared.
Finally he felt resistance-felt something stopping his progress and this was the first time that anything like this had ever happened to him. He was with a virgin for the first time.
A sudden convulsive thrust, however, bent her hymen and sent his cock even further into her vaginal passage.
Finally he couldn't contain himself any longer. With the hot impulsiveness of a wild sex starved man, he plunged in deep, filling her cunt with the whole length of his rod. He had all of the eagerness and impatience of youth and he came down hard on top of her searching for her lips.
He seemed to be ignoring her discomfort now and Joyce was trying to dismiss it herself because even with all the pain she felt a goodly amount of pleasure and she was anxious to feel the complete pleasure that his solid manhood could offer.
Joyce squirmed underneath him, moving her hips so that his cock stretched the walls of her pussy and rubbed up against her sensitive clit. With this contact her body seemed to come alive and her mouth searched for
Paul's lips ... they met, in a frenzied kiss with Paul bitting at her full lips and Joyce letting her hand roam further down Paul's back until she could feel the muscular mound of his buttocks.
Instinctively Paul began his humping motion, pulling out slowly inch by inch and then pummeling hard into her fragile twat with his huge throbbing cock. Joyce began to moan with the impact from it. She felt as though he was splitting her. With a final thrust their groins slammed together and she had everything that he had to offer-every last fraction of an inch of his meat was stuffed into her hole.
As the pain subsided, Paul began to pick up speed. With each stroke Joyce's body quivered. Each plunge began to mean ecstasy and she moved her hips in answer to him and in response to his need.
She was satisfying an instinctive lust that the two of them felt. Her cunt began vibrating and pulsating around his prick racing to meet each plunge.
It was Joyce's body that first felt the delicious sensations of approaching climax. Her body grew taut, her back stiffened and she began to squirm with delight grinding her snatch, undulating her hips and moaning loudly.
Paul's next plunge released the dam and set the loose Joyce' stored up fluids of passion. The liquid flowed down the length of her canal making these final moments of sex excruciatingly pleasurable.
Joyce's body went wild. Her legs flashed against the ground and her hands ripped up huge tufts of grass. She breathed deeply and exhaled even harder and her head rolled from side to side.
Paul continued to move up and down, sinking his shaft over and over again into her saturated slit. The muscles in his back stiffened with the first tingles of pleasure that sprung from his testicles and flooded through his whole body. His hips raced wildly ... out of control ... pounding at her and stuffing her completely with his rock-hard prick. He clenched his teeth and held on to Joyce's delicate shoulders.
"I'm coming. I'm coming!" he screamed and the head of his prick exploded filling her body with long and powerful squirts of his young love juice ... whitewashing her insides.
Drained and exhausted Paul collapsed on top of her and after a few minutes sort of rolled over onto his side. His rod still stiff slid out and glistened in the strong sunlight.
"That was wonderful Paul ... I never knew it could be so good," Joyce said as she sat up. Her eyes had been too thoroughly absorbed with the sight of Paul's penis for her to notice her own crotch.
"I'm bleeding ... I'm bleeding," she shrieked noticing the blood.
"Don't worry," Paul said in a consoling tone. "It'll stop ... you're just not a virgin anymore," he added matter-of-factly.
"Are you sure?" she questioned her voice cracking with fear.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Joyce don't worry about it," Paul replied and fetched a handkerchief from his pants and began to clean her up.
"Oh, Paul, I'm so worried ... what if someone finds out? What if someone knows what we did?"
"Don't worry, no one will ever know, Joyce. Just you and me."
But Paul was wrong. That afternoon in the park, that first lay with Joyce had resulted in a pregnancy. It cost them more problems than either could cope with. They had to confide in their parents and ultimately did after Joyce was a couple of months pregnant.
The four adults got together and discussed the problem and it was decided that they would allow Paul and Joyce to get married. Joyce was delighted and Paul was scared.
Paul was allowed to finish up college. His parents paid for it and the young couple lived with Joyce's parents. Her father had drummed the fear of hell into Paul so that the whole time that he had left in college he never touched another girl ... he was faithful to his young bride.
Joyce's mother harranged and browbeat Joyce until finally all of the fun, joy and glamour of being a young bride and mother was gone. Joyce felt trapped ... cheated and saw to it that Paul, who she blamed for her misfortune suffered as much as she did.
From the onset their marriage was doomed. A marriage created out of their overwhelming attraction for each other disintegrated into a miserable union. The two of them felt trapped and were held together only by their infant daughter, nagging parents and a condemning society.