Chapter 1
Selina kissed John goodbye, waving at him as his car pulled out of the garage. By conventional standards, she should have been the happiest woman in the world. If it weren't for John, who knows what would have happened to her. Probably she would have ended up like her two older sisters. In fact, there was no doubt about it. Her family was a poor one, living in the workers section of Madrid. When her father died, there was only one course opened for his daughters. One by one they marched into the streets, selling their young bodies to the highest bidder.
It was a couple of months before her eighteenth birthday that Selina met John in a bar in downtown Madrid. He was an American tourist, wealthy and quite good looking. For Selina he was a ticket out of the gutter. She saw in him a way to escape the filth and degradation to which she would inevitably fall. Selina wanted more than the squalor in which she had live all of her life. She wanted to become more than a cheap prostitute. And, as she sat, talking to John that night, she knew that he was her only chance. Soon she would be eighteen. That's the age when she would be thrown out of the house. That's when she would have to start supporting herself.
Selina used every trick in the book. She knew about men. She knew how to manipulate them. She knew how to make them stand on pins and needles. And, therefore, it came as no surprise to her when John proposed marriage. At first Selina hesitated. It was all part of the game.
"I don't know," she said. "I need time to think. I'm not sure that I'm old enough to get married."
Selina made John wait a whole week before accepting his proposal. They were finally married in a small Spanish chapel in Barcelona, and after all the proper papers were drawn up Selina became an American citizen and came to live with John in Connecticut.
John was an insurance broker and he made quite a good deal of money, providing his wife with whatever she wished. He was a model husband, being kind, polite and considerate. Selina couldn't have asked for more. And, indeed, she was quite grateful. In return, she gave John what he wanted most in the world, in return for his kindness Selina gave to John the fruits of her body. She satisfied his every whim. In fact she taught him a couple of things which she had learned from her sisters. John was quite happy.
But, for various reasons, his Spanish wife was not Though John provided Selina with all the material comforts he was unable to satisfy her lusts. John didn't understand her. He didn't understand women at all. He didn't know what it takes to satisfy them.
Physically John was a healthy specimen. His cock was longer than average. Eight inches of fine white meat. Selina loved it. It was the only part of John for which she had total respect. Before going to sleep, she would pull down his pajamas and kiss his manhood with sincere tenderness. She loved it But that was the only part of him that she loved.
Sitting at the kitchen table, sipping her second cup of coffee, Selina felt nothing but disgust and contempt for her American born husband. He had no spine or backbone. He wasn't a man. He always buckled in, under her pressure. Sometimes Selina regretted having married him.
"Fuck it ..." she muttered, getting up from the table.
A tall, shapely young girl, Selina was nineteen, and very proud of her figure. Standing in front of the mirror, in her bedroom, Selina's eyes gleamed. Slowly she untied the smock which covered her satin smooth young body, letting it fall gracefully to the carpeted floor. Underneath she was naked, except for a pair of pink and white bloomers which clung tightly to her luxurious hips.
Selina stared at her breasts and felt excited. She didn't know what it was, but suddenly she was aroused. A tingling sensation shot through her body. A wave of libidinal passion swept through her thighs. Slowly her cherry red nipples began to bud. They grew stiff and firm, as though a magician had cast some magic spell over them.
The body was truly a strange and mysterious object, which always fascinated Selina's curiosity. What was it that made a man's soft limpid cock grow into a hard, enormous monstrosity? Often Selina would lie in bed, next to John, and stroke his genitals, watching them stiffen. She loved to excite John. She loved to tease him.
She got some sort of perverse pleasure in bringing him to the brink and then making him back off. Just when he was ready to stick it in, Selina would turn over, and yawn.
"I'm too tired," she would explain.
"But ..." John would mutter.
Selina only smiled.
"If you're so hard up," she would say, quite innocently, "why don't you go to the toilet and whack off. If you want I'll come and watch."
That's the way she was with him. And now, as she stood in front of the mirror, Selina couldn't help thinking about one such occasion, when John actually did that.
It was a hot August night. The two of them had been making love for over an hour. John was trying his best to stimulate his wife. He kissed her breasts tenderly, as his finger gently massaged her throbbing clitoris. He darted into her vagina with both fingers. But it was no use. Selina lay on the bed, like a cold fish.
"It's no use," she finally said, placing her hands on his burning hot testicles. "I don't feel anything."
"But ..." John pleaded. "Maybe if I stick it in, it'll be better."
"No," replied Selina. "I'm not ready yet, and if you stick it in, it'll hurt."
That was always her excuse. She knew that John would never want to hurt her. She knew how he worshipped her, and how he would do almost anything to keep from inflicting pain on her.
"Why don't you jerk off in front of me?" said Selina, gently, and with a great deal of tenderness. "I've never seen a man masturbate. I think I would enjoy watching you. How about it sweetheart. How about doing it for your poor little old baby. Please honey, do it for me."
John took his erected organ into both of his hands and started rubbing it very gently. Slowly, and then more vigorously, his nimble fingers moved back and forth. John was well versed in the art of masturbation. Ever since he was a young boy of twelve it had been his primary source of sexual outlet. For the past fifteen years, whenever he felt the tensions of the day mount to an unbearable point he would lock himself in the toilet and stroke passionately, almost desperately, the wild meat inside his pants.
When he married Selina he had hoped to put an end to this shameful practice. He had hoped to discontinue it altogether. Because, although masturbation provided him with a garden of heavenly pleasure, it was also a source of great discomfort a source of anxiety and guilt.
Now he stood in the bedroom of his forty thousand dollar ranch house, holding his testicles, as his Spanish wife watched the secret ceremony. John didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. It was all so ludicrous. This girl whom he had married turned out to be a goddamn cock teasing bitch. She lay on the bed completely naked, her legs spread obscenely so that he could see the excitement of her throbbing genitals. He could look, but there was no touching allowed.
"Why can't I stick it in?" John pleaded.
Selina was adamant.
"We've been through that before," she insisted. "I'm not ready yet."
John looked at the reddened lips which formed the opening to her delicious vagina. She could see that they were wet. She was lubricating like a bitch in heat Her pubic hair glistened with vaginal fluids. Like hell she wasn't ready. She was as ready as she would ever be.
Every emotion in his body demanded that John force his way into her. That was what he should have done. That's what Selina was secretly hoping that he would do. But he was afraid. He was afraid of Selina. She was a devil. He had realized it too late. But he had realized it just the same. She was a she-devil, and he was afraid of her.
So he stood there, pounding his pud. Beating the meat. He stood there, in full view of his wife, massaging his stiffened organ, and she looked on curiously. Slowly she got up and kissed his testicles. He kept rubbing as she opened her mouth and smacked her lips obscenely. She felt a tingle of orgiastic excitement burn in her belly. She curled up on the bed, writhing excitedly, as if there was something tearing open her pubis. She wanted John's cock in a mean way. She wanted it badly. But she would restrain herself. She despised John. He was so weak. She couldn't stand his touching her. She couldn't stand him at all. So she lay on the bed and contented herself watching as he masturbated. It was an act of degradation. And it gave Selina pleasure, degrading him.
John kept rubbing, lost in his own reverie. His nostrils were filled with Selina's vaginal odor. It intoxicated him. It drove him mad. It drove him out of his mind. His body was on fire. He was approaching his thunderous orgasm. He tightened his stomach, preparing himself for the moment. All the muscles in his body grew rigid, in anticipation.
Then all of a sudden he came. White hot semen came barreling out of his enormous organ. In spurts of nervous excitement it shot into the air, landing on the mahogany bureau across the room. John fell to the floor exhausted. He had shot his load. It was all gone. Selina walked over and kissed his already shrinking organ. A secret desire burned in her.
If only she could cut it off. If only she could cut off her husband's magnificent manhood and have it stuffed and mounted. That indeed would be a monumental trophy. She would hang those scrumptious genitals over her bed. Then, every night, before going to sleep, she would kiss them and suck them in divine ecstasy.
Ever since that night in August Selina had refused to make love to her husband. She refused to have intercourse with him. Though he begged and pleaded she wouldn't change her mind.
Four months had passed and it was already the middle of December and Selina stood in her bedroom, trying to decide what to wear. She had an appointment with the hairdresser at twelve thirty and then at two she was supposed to meet John's brother, Wendell, for coffee.
Selina hadn't the slightest idea as to what it was all about It seems that Wendell had called her late yesterday in the afternoon and requested the meeting.
"Of course," Selina sighed into the telephone.
"Don't tell John about this," Wendell had ordered. "I don't want him to know."
Under ordinary circumstances Selina would have laughed it all off. But Wendell sounded dead serious. He wasn't one to take things too lightly. In almost every respect he was the opposite of his brother. He was a cold and ruthless person, with eyes that revealed nothing. Not even the slightest trace of an emotion.
Wendal was an unknown quantity to Selina. She didn't know how to treat him. He was rich, and Chairman of the Board of Mutual of Hartford, one of the largest insurance firms in the country. It was due to his influence that John held a lucrative, thirty-thousand dollars a year position with the company.
"I'll meet you at LaScala's for a drink tomorrow in the afternoon."
"But ..." Selina had tried to interrupt.
"No buts'," Wendell had insisted. "You be there tomorrow at two, if you know what's good for you. I'm a busy man. I don't like getting stood up."
With those words he had hung up. Selina could still recall his cold crisp voice. It was so clear. It was so precise. It was the kind of voice that women like to obey. It was the kind of voice that melts a woman, and turns her into a slave.
Selina felt a little excited and at the same time a little scared at the prospect of the meeting. She pulled off her bloomers and stepped into the shower. The water was a little too cold, and the girl with the long black hair shuddered ever so slightly. She took a bar of soap and scrubbed herself thoroughly.
Her hands glided across her breasts and around her soft exciting belly, glazing her supple young body with a foamy layer of sudsy soap. Though Selina wouldn't admit it to herself she was cleaning herself for Wendell. In the back of her mind she desired him. Her body throbbed just thinking about him.
Slowly Selina's fingers slid between her thighs. She scrubbed as hard as she could. She wanted to be clean and fresh smelling. She wanted to sparkle for the afternoon appointment. She wanted to smell like the morning dew. Just like a shimmering diamond.
Getting out of the shower, Selina dried herself meticulously, wrapping her smooth young body in the thick ponderous bath towel. She snuggled inside of it, falling to the carpeted floor.
Slowly her fingers ran across her breast across her tummy and down to her white hot thighs. They were milky thighs. They were wild exciting thighs. They were thighs that could give a man a great deal of pleasure.
Selina spread her legs apart inserting her fingers into her cavernous vagina. It would take a big man to satisfy her. It would take a mighty big man.
Selina wondered how big Wendell was. She wondered if he was as big as John. Laying there on the carpet her body was hot with excitement. Her pussy was starting to juice. Selina couldn't control herself. Even thinking about a man started this reaction. It caused her delicious young nipples to stiffen and erect. A wave of pleasure filled her body, ripping at her breasts.
Selina slowly took the very tips of her fingers and inserted them through the outer folds of her pulsating vagina. She very gently massaged the excited flesh of her labia and clitoris. Slowly her fingers penetrated the inner cavity.
"Ohhhhhh ..." she moaned, her body writhing like a nervous snake. She gyrated obscenely, rolling back and forth across the floor. There was no stopping her. She was lost in her own passions. She was engulfed in her own lusts. She couldn't restrain herself at all.
She rolled across the carpeted floor like a wild young animal. Like a bitch, frenzied by heat She sought satisfaction. She wanted so badly to climax. She wanted it very, very badly. In fact after reading some books, she was afraid that she was frigid.
Even as a young girl in Spain she had never had a boyfriend who could completely satisfy her. Sure she had fun. She used to enjoy making love in the barns and in the fields with her young lovers. But she always left frustrated. She could never reach a high. It had always taken self-manipulation to bring her to the mountain. Only the act of masturbation could bring to her the desired satisfaction.
Selina kept rolling on her belly, her soft, swelling breasts tingling delightfully. Her fingers kept jabbing into the excited vagina. The lubricating fluids were running freely as Selina's thumb moved back and forth.
She gasped for breath. She could feel the climactic orgasm approaching. Her heart pounded furiously, like a jack-hammer. Every muscle in her body tightened. She suddenly screamed. A loud piercing cry. A scream that shot through the air like bolts of lightning.
"Aughhhh ..." Selina moaned, her thighs beating vigorously.
She drew one last gasp of air and then exploded like a rocket ship. It felt like electricity rushing through her loins. It was so good. It was so beautiful. She was at peace with everything. It made her forget about John, and about Wendell, and about her whole unhappy life. It was like a narcotic drug. It made everything go away.
But only for a moment. Laying there, naked on the floor, her shivering body hugging the bath towel, Selina was suddenly brought back to the present.
She would have to get dressed. It was already about eleven o'clock. She got up from the bathroom floor and rushed across the hall to her bedroom.
Quickly she stepped into a pair of pink lace panties, pulling them up past her thighs and buttocks, till they fitted snugly around her waist. Then came the brassiere. A pretty white brassiere which she strapped around her shoulders and over her meaty white breasts. Selina took a size thirty-six with a D cup. She was a big, busty girl. John loved her breasts. He always kissed them and he liked to put his head on them before he went to sleep.
Selina fastened the garter belt around her belly, pulling up her stockings to her mid-thighs and then clasping them with the iron clasp. She found a blue slip, with a pink and orange border, hanging in the closet. She put that on and then stepped into a pretty cotton knit with a low plunging neckline.
It was a sexy dress clinging to Selina, hugging the fleshy curves of delicious body. After a few touches of makeup, she as ready.
She was ready for her appointment with the hairdresser. And then ... then she would meet Wendell.