Chapter 2
Teddy leaned forward over the steering wheel of the station wagon, peering through squinting eyes into the blackness of the falling night. "Everything sure looks different in the dark," he muttered. "When I rented this place yesterday, it was broad daylight and I could see where I was. Now, I'm not even sure that we're on the right road."
Five minutes ago, when he had turned off the highway onto a bumpy dirt road, he had been certain that it led to the little cottage which he had looked at and rented the previous day. But now, unable to spot landmarks in the dark, he was beginning to fear that he had made a wrong turn.
Ellen's plane had been late in arriving at San Diego airport that afternoon, and by the time Teddy retrieved her baggage and loaded it into the car, the sun was already beginning to go down. During the hour-long ride across fields of waving alfalfa and through golden hills flanking the two-lane road which led east from San Diego, they chatted animatedly. Each was anxious to tell the other about all the things that had happened in the past two months.
Although Ellen and Teddy Dale married two and a half months before-on the day after their graduation from Davis High School-they had spent only a little more than a week together. For just ten days after graduation, Teddy had been inducted into the Navy and had gone away to boot camp in Texas. Now, his basic training completed, he was assigned to the Navy installation in San Diego. And Ellen had flown from Wisconsin to be with him. She still found it hard to believe that they were together again at last.
Suddenly, Teddy pulled the car over to the side of the road and cut the engine. "I think we're lost," he said. "I guess I ought to get out and take a look around on foot. Maybe I'll see something I recognize." Reaching across the front scat, he opened the glove compartment, rummaging inside for a flashlight. Ellen leaned forward to help him look, the motion bringing her pointy little tits into grazing contact with his elbow.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as the movements of her husband's arm stimulated and aroused her until her nipples puckered to rigid erection. "Please hurry," she said. Her voice was soft and as seductive as she could make it. "We haven't been alone together in two months. And I want to start making up for lost time right away."
Teddy's face reddened with embarrassment at her suggestive words. He had missed her too. And. the thought of being alone with her in the little cottage, the closest thing they had ever had to their own home, was exciting him. His strong, young cock was hard and stiff inside his pants and he turned quickly toward the door to hide his erection from his wife's view.
Just then a coyote howled-a long, plaintive sound which made Ellen shiver with fear. "What was that?" she whispered nervously.
"Nothing but a coyote," Teddy answered, anxious to show off his new knowledge. He had never heard the sound either, until he left Wisconsin. "Used to hear 'em all the time when I was at boot camp in Texas."
The animal howled again. "Sounds like that one's just caught himself a rabbit," Teddy said. "You ought to see them run. They're as fast as the wind." Opening the door, he stepped out into the darkness, the yellowing beam of his flashlight illuminating a path in front of him. "I'll take a fast look," he said, "and then I'll come right back. Keep the door closed and don't be afraid."
A moment later, Ellen was alone, the sounds of the evening filling the air around her. Teddy's admonition had been unnecessary. She had been raised in the country herself. It took more than a dark night and a howling dog to make her afraid. Anyway, she was far too excited to be frightened. She thought for a moment about the tearful farewell which her mother had bade her at the Madison, Wisconsin, airport earlier that day. In a way, it seemed like it had happened a thousand years ago.
Momma had held her tight and cried, making Ellen promise to write her often and to telephone whenever she got the chance. Ellen and her mother had always been very close, especially after Daddy's death eight years ago. Ever since that time, they had leaned on each other constantly. All that Daddy had left them was the farm, and keeping it running required all of their time. Not that it was much of a farm-a few cows, a few pigs, a few chickens, and a little vegetable garden.
But farm life was hard, and although Ellen was only ten years old when her father died, she began immediately to give Momma a hand running things. She got up each morning at five o'clock and hurried through her chores so that she could get to school on time. She milked the cows, fed the pigs, and took care of the chickens, leaving Momma free to care for the house and attend to the details of farm business-negotiating with the dairy company for the sale of their milk and arranging with Mr. Wilson for the use of his stud bulls during the breeding season each spring.
Occasionally, when some of the jobs that had to be done required more strength than either Ellen or her momma had, they called upon Teddy Dale for help. Teddy's father owned the Davis Grocery, at which Momma did most of her shopping. Although there had been a supermarket in town for years, Mr. Dale still got a great deal of the local business-probably because he was sympathetic to the needs and problems of the Davis farming folk-always ready to advance a little credit when the crops were bad or the price of eggs took an unexpected drop.
Teddy was a tall, muscular lad who had been helping his father run the store ever since he was old enough to walk. He and Ellen had been going to school together since kindergarten, and although her duties on the farm and his in the store left the two youngsters little time for socializing, they had always been good friends. When Ellen's father died, Teddy promised that he would help Ellen and her momma whenever he could. And he promised himself that some day he would marry Ellen, and that the two of them would escape together from the little mid-western town which held them prisoner.
He never mentioned his plan to Ellen, however, remaining her platonic friend until after they had both turned fifteen. Ellen clearly remembered the incident which changed the direction of their relationship. Momma was having Blossom, her best cow, bred to one of Mr. Wilson's bulls. And Teddy had come by to lend a hand. He pulled and tugged on the bull's harness until the huge animal had managed to mount the bawling cow. Then, when it looked like the cattle were making out all right on their own, he stopped to watch their union.
Ellen, dressed in Levi's and a loose-fitting boy-cut shirt, stood with her back to the corral fence and her eyes on Mr. Wilson's bull. She was thin and slight of build, her waist narrow and her buttocks boyishly flat. From behind, she could easily be mistaken for a boy if not for the long shock of straight blonde hair which hung almost to her waist. Her breasts were small and sharply pointed, hardly noticeable in the fullness of her shirt-front which camouflaged the tiny buds in its blousiness, making it possible to mistake her for a boy, even from the front.
Behind her, Teddy sat atop the corral fence, his boot heels hooked over the second rail. His knees were spread apart and Ellen was standing between them, her elbows resting comfortably on his thighs. They stared together in silence at the obscene spectacle which was unfolding before them. The bull was snorting excitedly as he humped and rolled atop the bucking cow. Ellen's breath was coming in rasping pants, the sight of the copulating animals having a strange and profound effect on her.
That's funny, she thought. I've seen cattle breeding before. And it never did this to me. She wondered if it could have anything to do with the changes that were taking place in her slender young body. In the past year, her breasts had .begun developing, starting out as two flat little circles which dotted her girlish chest and growing into twin pointed cones which thrust cockily out against the front of her shirts. And her crotch was beginning to sprout a downy growth of furry blonde hair which covered her pelvis and lined the pink lips of her tiny virginal pussy.
She was about to turn around, curious to see whether the lewd sight was affecting Teddy as it was her, when she felt his hand drop casually to her shoulder. Something about his touch made her feel confident and secure. A tingling warmth was beginning to flutter inside her belly and to sweep across her body, raising streaks of goose-flesh across the backs of her thighs and the undersides of her tiny adolescent tits. She stepped backwards, pressing her back against Teddy's crotch.
She could feel a hard, cylindrical object jabbing at her shoulder blades as she moved against the gangling fifteen-year-old boy. At first she thought that it might be his key ring or his pocket knife. But as she stared at the huge black bull's long scarlet penis, she realized suddenly that the object she felt was not something which Teddy carried in his pocket. Feeling naughty and a little wicked, she took another step backwards, feeling the whole throbbing length of Teddy's young organ against her.
Without taking her eyes off the lewdly fucking bovines, she began moving from side to side, rubbing her back against the boy's burgeoning masculinity, smiling inwardly when she heard him gasp. She continued to sway laterally, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, until she felt him place his other hand on her shoulder. Then, slowly, he began to slide his hands down over the cotton material of her shirtfront while she moved sensuously against him. She felt his fingers stroking and petting her, toying with the firm young flesh of her tits through the material of her shirt and the taut fabric of the white cotton bra which encased them.
Her nipples hardened to diamond points of desire and she felt her pussy moistening as a sudden combination of erotic, never-before-experienced sensations confused her and made her head spin. She knew that she should step away from Teddy and get her mind back onto more serious subjects, but the rolling waves of pleasure which suffused her body robbed her of all reason.
Teddy's hands were cupping her tits completely now, squeezing and kneading the blossoming flesh like a baker shaping a loaf of bread. His cock was pulsating urgently, the friction of her movements against him making him forget everything that he had ever learned about right and wrong. Teddy had bean masturbating occasionally for the past year and a half, but he had never, with his own hand, been able to bring himself any pleasure as intense as this.
Each movement of Ellen's swaying body brought a shudder of elation passing over his trembling erection. His scrotum drew tightly up against his body, his balls churning inside the wrinkled sac. "Oooooohhhh," he sighed as a hot drop of oozing slime squeezed out from the tip of his cock, wetting the front of his pants. Never in his life had he imagined that anything could feel this good.
Afraid, at first, of offending Ellen and driving her away, he kept his hands outside her shirt, rubbing her tits clumsily through the heavy material. But as the trembling waves of joy began to spread from his groin to his entire body, his hands began to act with a will of their own. With fingers made clumsy by inexperienced, he began fumbling at the buttons of her shirt, trying desperately to gain entry to the loose-fitting garment.
At last, in spite of his ineptitude, he succeeded, and her shirt fell open, exposing her bra-clad bosom to .the mid-afternoon sun. Without giving a thought to where they were, or who might be watching, Teddy held her conical breasts in his hands, moving his calloused palms slowly and sensuously over the smooth white fabric of her simple and unadorned brassiere. Her turgid nipples poked against the cloth and Teddy caught them between his fingers, pinching and squeezing them excitedly.
He was wheezing like a steam locomotive, and Ellen felt his erect young prick stabbing demandingly at the smooth skin of her back. She continued rolling from side to side, mesmerized by a potent combination of sexually arousing stimuli. The sounds and sights of the breeding cattle had set her cunt juices to flowing copiously. Her swaying, grinding movements were instinctive and mechanical, inspired by a form of physical excitement which she was discovering for the first time and which was inciting her to incredible heights of desire.
Then, suddenly, the heat of her passion cooled and her blood ran icy cold. Teddy was trying to worm his fingers inside her brassiere, and she knew that if she didn't stop him immediately, he would soon be touching her naked breasts, rolling her nipples about in his hands, and inflaming her to a pitch of arousal from which there might be no returning. Guided by a morality to which she had been born, she covered his hands with her own. But she simply did not have the strength to pull them from her. His manipulation of her breasts felt so good, filled her body with such warm, tingling pleasure, that she was powerless to stop him.
But Teddy, afraid that she was preparing to terminate their erotic episode, kept his hands in place, satisfied with the progress which he had already made. Using his forearms to guide her, he continued rubbing her body from side to side against the front of his pants. His trembling penis felt as though it was about to burst. He could feel its thick, bulbous head swelling to twice its normal size as the friction of her movements stimulated and caressed it. Then, in a sudden horrified flash, he realized that he was about to cream.
Usually, when the urges of his maturing body overcame him, he jerked off in the bathroom located behind his father's store, catching the slimy load of gism which spewed from the end of his dick in a folded wad of toilet paper and flushing it away so that no one could ever see it. But this time, there would be nothing to catch the sticky white fluid but the tight-stretched front of his faded blue overalls. Oh, my God, he thought, the anticipation of what was about to happen already beginning to color his face a bright and embarrassed pink. I've got to stop before it's too late.
But he had already passed the point of no return. Pulling Ellen's body tight against him, he rocked his hips vigorously back and forth, contacting her back with his quivering hard-on through two layers of clothing. As the hot load of boiling cum began to spout from the fountain of his virility, he bit his lip to keep from crying out. His eyes were closed tightly so that he wouldn't have to face the world until the humiliating ordeal of his orgasmic ecstasy had ended. The pleasure of his violently explosive orgasm ended quickly, overshadowed by his tremendous sense of shame and guilt.
As though she were a precious object which by his lack of self-control he had forever soiled and dishonored, Teddy dropped his hands from Ellen's budding breasts, letting them fall limply to his sides. When she turned to look at him, his cheeks were crimson and his eyes cast down toward the ground. Glancing quickly to the still-bulging rise at the front of his trousers, Ellen saw a large wet stain spreading darkly across the softly faded material. She understood at once what had taken place.
She wanted to hold Teddy in her arms, to tell him that she didn't blame him for what had happened, to explain that she wanted it as much as he. But when he turned away from her in humiliation and self-reproach, she found herself tongue-tied, unable to say the things that were on her mind. Teddy jumped quickly down from his perch on the fence and ran to stand next to Mr. Wilson's bull. The huge black animal had stopping humping, and Ellen could see his giant scepter deflating and returning to the sheltering protection of the furry black sheath which housed it when inactive.
"I'd better get him back to Mister Wilson's, Teddy blurted, careful not to face his adolescent girl friend. "See you in school." Pulling the bull by its chain, the boy led him quickly out of Ellen's barnyard, anxious to put as much distance between his girl friend and his cum-stained pants as possible. When he was gone, Ellen re-buttoned the front of her shirt and led Blossom back to her stall in the barn.
She and Teddy never discussed the incident again. But a subtle change had taken place in their relationship. No longer merely childhood pals, they began to think in terms of eventual marriage. By the middle of their senior year of high school, they had already begun making plans for the future.
Teddy had long ago decided that military service would provide his only escape from Davis, and his only hope for breaking away from the little family grocery store which had made demands on his time for as long as he could remember. As soon as he was sure that he would be graduated in June, he went into Madison for a talk with the U.S. Navy recruiting officer. When he returned home, his eyes were gleaming and his face aglow with adolescent excitement.
According to what the recruiter promised him, he would serve his hitch at some landlocked base where he could work eight or nine hours a day like a civilian, while learning a trade that would prepare him for life in the "outside world". Ellen was upset at first, until Teddy told her that he wanted to get married before his induction. They finally decided to have the wedding on the day after their high school graduation.
Because Teddy would be leaving for boot camp soon afterwards, they agreed to live in Ellen's mother's house until his induction. But in a way, the decision proved to be a mistake. Because, although Ellen's mother did her best to give them as much privacy as possible, the newly married young couple never felt as though they were truly alone. They stayed in the room which Ellen had grown up in, just down the hall from her mother's bedroom on the upper floor of the old farmhouse. But the rusty old bedspring creaked cacophonously each time either of them so much as turned over. And the paper-thin walls allowed even the quietest sound to carry throughout the house.
Momma sat up every night for a week, watching late, late movies on TV in an effort to give the newlyweds some time alone together. But their nervousness, based on the knowledge that she could come upstairs at any moment, prevented the youngsters from getting to know each other the way a bride and a groom should. In the week that passed between their wedding and Teddy's induction into the Navy, they performed three quick and clumsy acts of intercourse, Teddy's insistently erect cock penetrating Ellen's virginal cunt swiftly, and staying just long enough to pump his hot load of gism into her waiting passages.
Ellen found herself getting short of breath, just thinking about the fun that they could have together as soon as Teddy found the way to their new home. They would lie in bed, rolling in each other's arms and kissing passionately all night long.
A sudden knocking on the car window brought Ellen out of her reverie. She looked up to see a short, stocky, dark-haired man, barefoot and wearing only a pair of pants, standing outside the car and peering in at her. For a moment she panicked and considered leaning on the horn to call Teddy. But, instead, she opened the window just a crack, making sure, at the same time, that the door was locked.
"Hi," said the man, shouting slightly so he could be heard through the window, "I'm Ralph Bronson. Live right down the road. What seems to be the trouble?"
Ellen still wasn't sure about him. "No trouble," she answered. "I'm just waiting for my husband to get back. He'll be here in a moment"
"Where did he go?" Ralph asked.
Suddenly Teddy appeared behind him, still carrying the flashlight, the beam of which had faded to a dull, dying yellow. "I was just looking for our cabin," he said. Ellen, feeling her confidence returning, opened the door and stepped out of the car. Teddy smiled at her.
"Found it, honey," he said. "Just over that rise."
"Did you folks rent that cottage?" Ralph asked them.
"Sure did," Teddy answered. "But for a while there, it looked like I wasn't going to be able to find it."
"I guess that makes us neighbors," Ralph said, smiling affably. "Ol' lady and I live right down the road. The only other cottage around. If there's ever anything you need, come on over and say hi."
"Well, thanks a lot," Teddy answered. "I'm in the navy and I'll have to report to the base in San Diego five days a week. Ellen will be alone out here and it sure is nice to know that we've got good neighbors. Thanks a lot."
"Not at all," Ralph said. "Anything I can do now?"
"No, thanks," Teddy said . "Nothing for us to do now but move on in. Haven't got any electricity yet, but I found some candles in there. We'll get along just fine."
"Good night, then," Ralph said, turning back down the road towards his house.
Teddy and Ellen stood for a moment watching him walk off. Then Teddy put his arm around Ellen's waist and kissed her. "It's a nice little place," he said. "I think you'll like it. Get back in the car. We can drive the rest of the way in.
He started the engine and drove a little further down the road, turning off onto a long narrow driveway which let to a small, wood-framed cabin. Ellen couldn't see it very well in the dark and resolved to take a better look in the morning. They stumbled their way inside, relying on the light of the dying flashlight. Then Teddy struck a match and lit two candles, handing one of them to Ellen. "You can call the electric company tomorrow and get the power turned on," he said. "But this'll do for now. Follow me to the bedroom."
He led her through a dusty little living room and into the small bedroom which lay behind it. It was a square cubicle hardly bigger than the double bed which occupied most of its floor space. The bed was covered with a sheet which didn't look too dirty in the flickering candlelight. Ellen shrugged, deciding to give the whole house a thorough cleaning in the morning.
Teddy stood his candle up on the top of a battered old bureau which stood in a corner of the room. Then he took Ellen's from her and did the same with it. When he finished, he turned to face his wife. He let his eyes travel slowly up and down over her body.
She looked just as she had when they were fifteen years old. She was tall and lean, with a slender frame and a figure which remained more boyish than girlish. Her hips were narrow and her buttocks flat. Her breasts were two sharply pointed cones which poked at the front of her sweater, meekly asserting their diminutive existence. Her long blonde hair framed her petite face, its silky ends flowing luxuriantly across her bosom. Her round blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she returned her husband's gaze.
She had always liked looking at Teddy-even when they were kids. He was just a little over six feet tall, with broad, muscular shoulders and a wiry but powerful physique. His sandy hair was crew cut, accentuating the angular lines of his silhouette and highlighting the well-scrubbed appearance of his white skin. His eyes were steel gray and flashed as they swept over her body.
"It's been a long time, Ellen," he said. His voice was raspy with nervousness. "I missed you."
"And I missed you too," she answered, stepping forward into his waiting arms. "I've been waiting two months for this."
"A man hadn't ought to be separated from his woman for that long," Teddy said. He kissed her clumsily, bruising her lips with his own. But Ellen didn't mind. She felt warm and secure in his arms. She returned the pressure of his lips with breathless excitement.
Teddy's breathing was also becoming labored. Ellen could feel his hands trembling as he reached for the front of her sweater. She felt her nipples hardening in response. He clawed desperately at one of the buttons, unable to get it undone.
Ellen reached up to help him, feeling the cool evening air caressing her bare shoulders as Teddy finally succeeded in pulling the sweater from her.
He reached quickly behind her, his fingers working at the clasp of her tight white bra. She felt it come loose. Teddy slipped the undergarment off over her thin arms, freeing her pointy little breasts from its tight confinement. When they were completely exposed, he drew back for a long look at her naked bosom. Her nipples were pink and rubbery, their turgid centers long and cylindrical like the teats of a cow. The snowy mounds from which they rose were small and funnel-shaped, just barely enough to fill the palms of his hands.
Turning reluctantly from her tits, he reached for the snap at the waistband of her Levi's. He undid it and tugged at the zipper, opening her pants in the front. They fit her tightly, and he pulled at them in frustration, trying to roll them down over her narrow hips. When, at last, he managed to pull them to her knees, he let them drop and slipped his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties. She felt an oozing fluid warmth flooding her entire body as the panties rolled down, exposing the curling tuft of downy yellow hair which upholstered her pubic mound.
Ellen held her breath, her eyes closed and her body swaying as she waited for Teddy's touch on her tingling skin. She had been waiting a long time for this moment. For although her hymen had been broken two months ago by a swift and brutal thrust of Teddy's cock, she still thought of herself as a virgin. She had never experienced orgasm, or anything approaching it. And although Teddy had made love to her three times during that first week of their marriage, his cock had not been inside her for a total of more than a minute. She trembled in aroused anticipation when she heard the rasping sound if his zipper being pulled down. She opened her eyes quickly to see him stepping out of his pants and under-shorts.
Then he moved toward her, naked. His erect manhood swayed from side to side as he approached, placing his hands on Ellen's bare shoulders. She felt him pushing her gently until the edge of the mattress pressed against the backs of her knees. Allowing herself to go limp, she tumbled backwards onto the bed. As she fell, her legs parted, leaving room for Teddy to fall between them. She closed her eyes again, waiting for the touch of his fingertips on her breasts; the touch of his lips on her throat.
But instead she felt his hands tugging desperately at her thighs, pulling them even further apart. Then he was probing at the pouting lips of her tender young vagina. Moments later she felt his cock bumping against her, trying to gain entry to her portal. For a moment, her tight, dry pussy resisted his intrusion. Then, slowly, she opened to him.
With a swift forward movement, Teddy buried the entire throbbing length of his virility inside her tender young cunt. Immediately, he began to pump his hips forward and back with a rapid pistoning rhythm. Before Ellen's sensitive cunt had a chance to adjust to his entry, she felt his rhythm accelerating. His breath was coming in snorts and his eyes were rolling about in their sockets until only the whites were showing.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" he grunted. And Ellen knew, instinctively, that the staccato groaning heralded the onset of his climax.
"Noooooo," she moaned, unable to contain her frustration or to mask her disappointment. She was miles away from completion, and knew that her husband could not last long enough to give her an opportunity to sample the fabled joys of nuptial bliss. Struggling to bring herself abreast of his mounting excitement, she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed her eyelids tightly together.
Moving her hips quickly, she filled her mind with beautiful thoughts, trying to evoke a mental image of crystal palaces, glass slippers, fairy godmothers, and romance. But before her excitement could reach its peak and relieve the tension which had been building inside her since the onset of her puberty, she felt a hot torrent of whirling fluid fly from his cock, spraying the inner walls of her clasping pussy and drowning her hopes for sexual fulfillment. Her romantic images shattered pathetically, and were replaced by another, less captivating, vision.
She was sitting on the wooden fence outside Momma's barn surrounded by a carpet of grass made lush and green by the spring rains. The air was filled with the urgent and desperate snorts of Mr. Wilson's big black bull. It was mounting one of Momma's cows, its hind legs searching for a foothold in the slippery wet earth. The bull's hindquarters were pumping furiously, pistoning his huge red penis in and out of the cow's slimy vagina. Then, as his front hooves pawed mercilessly at the cow's back, he loosed a long bellow of bestial satisfaction and slowed the movements of his grinding rump-sated without joy, relieved without pleasure.
Teddy rolled off her with a relieved sigh of satisfaction. Moments later he was snoring, his knees pulled up against his chest and his head pillowed on his folded hands. Ellen lay awake for a long time, tears filling her eyes as she waited impatiently for sleep to come. She felt empty and unfulfilled. And she found herself wondering whether all the things she had heard and imagined about the pleasures of the marriage bed weren't just a bunch of silly and romantic girlhood fantasies. The morning sun was already beginning to light up the eastern sky when she dropped off into a fitful and restless sleep.