Chapter 3
For Sandy, the week following the arrival of Bill, Allan and Val seemed to flow by in a blur of reminiscenses, war stories and hard work. The two men lost no time in getting down to the practical business of converting the run-down old house into a modern film laboratory and studio. Fortunately the cellar after a thorough clean-up, was large enough to serve as a set for in-door filming, and Bill busied himself setting up lights and back drops.
On the ground floor, Allan went to work on the darkroom in which he wanted to be able to process both still pictures and black-and-white motion picture film, and the ex-sergeant spent long hours hauling in tanks and installing hot and cold running water plus the necessary electrical outlets. The kitchen was left a kitchen and Val was doing a surprisingly good job of stocking the shelves with food from the local supermarket, cleaning cob-webs off the ceiling, re-painting the table and even plastering up some holes in the wall.
The living room they had decided to make into an offce. Sandy, having nothing to do until her teaching job began in the Fall, was recruited as secretary, and spent her mornings shopping for office furniture in second-hand stores and her afternoons scrubbing floors and painting chairs. The second floor was to serve as their living quarters with a common sitting room, a bedroom for Allan and Val, another for Bill and a bathroom. There was a third room available and Bill had tactfully suggested that Sandy could save money by moving out of her apartment near the University. She was tempted by this offer, since she was spending almost sixteen hours a day with the group as it was, and it hardly seemed worth the drive home alone every night.
But, attractive as the idea was, she put him off, knowing that it would be difficult for the two of them to behave themselves were they to sleep each night in adjoining bedrooms. As it was, she was considerably shocked by the kind of life led by Allan and Val. They were both very nice people, she was forced to admit, but they were very distinctly not married and yet obviously and openly sleeping together. Sandy was hardly so innocent as to be unaware that this sometimes happened, but she had never before actually known anyone "living in sin", and the idea scandalized her a little. Also, she thought it was a very poor example and hoped Bill would be morally strong enough to resist the kind of life which Allan and Val seemed to favor.
Another thing which puzzled her was Bill's behavior. Subconsciously she had been looking forward to fighting off his advances and using all her moral courage to maintain her purity. At the very least, she had anticipated a return to the necking sessions the two of them had enjoyed before his departure for Vietnam.
Instead Bill continued to behave very properly towards her. Naturally he held her hand whenever they went out together and before they parted for the evening, he customarily pulled her into his arms for a few good-night kisses. But there was nothing remotely resembling the enormous passion he had shown prior to his departure and she found herself slightly disappointed, although she could hardly criticise him, even in her own mind, for behaving like a perfect gentleman.
Perhaps, she reasoned, he was a little shy in the company of Val and Allan. After all, both of them were extremely sophisticated and worldly people, far more experienced in every way than either she or Bill. Sandy herself noticed that she felt a little awkward in front of Val. It would never have occurred to Sandy, for example, to march out of the bathroom soaking wet and wearing only a pair of lace panties and shout, "Who stole all the fucking towels?" as Val had recently done. But when Val did something that was really quite shocking and indecent, like running around improperly dressed, it seemed daring and liberated. Sandy, when extremely aggravated, sometimes said "darn" and it sounded silly. Val routinely used words which would stun a truckdriver and succeeded somehow in sounding cute and sophisticated.
Sometimes Sandy found herself looking down on Val because she was, after all, a perfect scatterbrain who had probably never even finished high school. But most of the time, she found herself wishing that she could be as self-possessed, as worldly and as cool as the brown-haired girl.
In general, the four of them got along famously, but Sandy was bothered by another private worry. Sometimes it seemed to her that Val and Bill shared some secret private understanding. And the time that Val, searching for her towel, had run half-naked into the living room, her high well-formed breasts still glistening with bath water, Bill had glanced at her very casually, as if this were a sight he had seen before and expected to see again. Sandy knew this was impossible since Val was very clearly Allan's mistress and Bill would never stoop to chasing a friend's girl. But something about the situation bothered her, even though she tried her best to put the idea out of her mind.
Exactly one week after the day the train had pulled into the station, Allan and Bill declared an evening on the town as a reward for everyone.
"Wear that dress," Bill asked her as she was preparing to return to her own apartment to change.
"What dress?" asked Sandy innocently. She had been wearing paint-spattered blue jeans almost all week and had almost decided to wear a cotton print frock her mother had given her for Christmas the previous year.
"The miniskirt you wore to the station. I never saw you look so good."
"Oh Bill, I couldn't wear that to a nightclub. Even at the train station I overheard one man say he thought I was a prostitute."
"Well, "suit yourself," Bill replied, obviously a little disappointed. "But wear something a little bit smart. Val will be going dressed to kill as usual, and you don't want to look like her little sister."
Sandy returned to her apartment, a little hurt at Bill's lack of confidence in her taste. She had always been considered a very fashionable dresser back home in New England and she resented Bill's implication that she was a small-town hick who wouldn't know what to wear during a night on the town. However, as she opened her closet door and looked at her collection of dresses, she realized that compared to Val, she was hopelessly out of date. There was no other choice. She put the miniskirt on and drove back to the house.
"Why Sandy, how gorgeous you look!" cried Val as she entered the living room. "Allan is still shaving and Bill is hunting for his bow tie. Will you help me button my dress?"
Val was wearing the briefest miniskirt Sandy had ever seen, made out of some new chemical fabric which fitted her like a second skin. As Sandy did up the buttons in back, she observed that the other girl was not wearing a brassiere. Val never wore one around the house but Sandy was frankly a little shocked that she would appear in public this way.
"Uh, Val, aren't you going to put on a brassiere?" Sandy inquired nervously, a little afraid of offending the girl.
"What for?" Val responded, apparently not offended. "I haven't got enough to worry about!" The brown-haired girl spun around, her dress buttoned, and faced Sandy. Val's tender, prominent nipples were clearly visible beneath the thin, slippery fabric and her breasts moved naturally as she walked. "And if I had as much as you do, you lucky thing, I still wouldn't worry about it. Let me see your dress, honey."
Sandy struck a model's poise and turned around to allow Val to observe her dress from all sides.
"Christ, if I had your figure, Sandy, I'd go stark naked," she commented and Sandy blushed at the idea as Val chattered on.
"Now with that dress, for example, you should definitely go without a bra. You can tell from the way it's cut tight under the bust."
"But Val, I can't walk around on the street without a brassiere on!" Sandy protested.
"Honey, have you been to Rome? Paris? London? Nobody on the continent wears a brassiere any more. And this place we're going to tonight is very continental. See? Look in the mirror. This material is made to lie close to your skin. When you wear a bra, you can see the straps right through it. Besides, it wrecks the shape of the dress. Come on, I'll unbutton you and you can take it off."
"Oh Val, I couldn't!" cried Sandy.
"Why couldn't you?" inquired the other girl innocently. "It's very stylish to go flopping around and besides I like the way the material slips across my nipples when I walk. It's exciting." While she chattered, Val had moved around behind Sandy and was undoing the zipper.
"Hi Bill," she said as Sandy's fiance entered the room, his bow tie evidently found. "I'm just trying to talk your girlfriend here into taking off her brassiere. Don't you think she'd look better that way?"
"Definitely," replied Bill. "Brassieres are out of date."
"I think I'll be too embarrassed," objected Sandy standing with her dress unzipped, her hands holding it in place. "This material is too thin. You can practically see right through it."
"Well, try it on without the bra. If too much shows you can always put it back on."
This seemed reasonable, but Sandy was still confused and embarrassed. She was willing to make the experiment, but Bill made no move to leave the room and she hated to ask him to leave in front of Val. She compromised by turning her back on him, letting the dress hang around her waist and stripping the bra off her shoulders as Val unzipped it from behind. Her nipples, excited by the conversation and Bill's presence, stood out hard and firm and she knew they would show clearly through the thin fabric of her dress.
"What boobs!" cried Val enviously. "Sandy you have the greatest pair of tits I have ever seen on a woman! Doesn't she, Bill?" Sandy blushed at this crude but sincere compliment and yielded in her confusion as Val took her arms and turned her around to face Bill.
"I mean, there are a lot of big bosomed women around but they nearly always sag. Your boobs stand up all by themselves and you don't need a bra, honey. Throw it away!"
Sandy finally regained her presence of mind, even though she was still blushing furiously, and she pushed her arms through the straps of the dress and pulled it up to cover her rose-tipped breasts.
"Zip me up and we'll see."
"What's going on?" inquired Allan, who entered as Val zipped up the dress. "Sandy doing a strip tease?"
"You're part of the jury," Bill informed him. "We're voting on whether or not Sandy goes braless tonight."
As soon as Val had fastened the miniskirt in back, Sandy saw immediately that the girl had been correct. The dress fitted over her body much better and had plainly been intended to be worn without a bra.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked, turning to face her friends. In the full length mirror hanging in the hall she could see her own image and it was a Sandy she hardly recognized. Val had loosened the shoulder straps slightly, allowing the dress to hang more naturally and revealing the tops of her full breasts. The material was not transparent, but the two dark circles of her nipples showed clearly from beneath the fabric. It was really no more than an expensive nightgown and Sandy felt virtually naked.
"Oh, I think...." she faltered. "I think it's quite impossible."
"I vote yes," insisted Val. "So do I," added Allan. "That makes it three to one, Sandy, and everything is very democratic here. Let's go, gang, those drinks are waiting." Bill opened the front door and walked towards the car as the others prepared to follow him.
Sandy very definitely did not want to appear in public dressed, or rather undressed, in this fashion, but she hated to insist upon putting on her bra again. Besides embarrassing Bill in front of his friends, she would be forced to strip in front of them to put it back in place and so she decided the idea was out of the question and followed Val out the front door.
Despite Sandy's hesitation, their evening was a total success. Allan, who knew the city well, led them to an underground, and probably illegal, cabaret, where film and TV people frequently entertained their guests. The place was dark and noisy, but the owner seemed to recognize Allan and gave them an excellent table near the stage. Without being asked, the waiter brought them a bottle of first-rate whiskey, mixers, and ice, and then left them alone for the remainder of the evening. For awhile they chattered in this warm friendly atmosphere, sipping the whiskey and smoking. As the alcohol began to relax Sandy's nerves, she lost most of her fears, reasoning that the cabaret was too dark for anyone to see anything anyway. She also noticed that the other women present were all dressed in the most extreme fashions and she failed utterly to detect any sign of anyone wearing a bra.
The floor show was several times stronger than anything Sandy had seen before, although Val and Allan both assured her that this was a normal sort of entertainment in Europe, and very mild compared to the kind of show staged in the Orient. A baggy-pants comedian told a series of jokes, most of which Sandy failed to understand but correctdly assumed to be vulgar. There were three strip-tease on the bill, and she watched with interest as each of the three very attractive women disrobed before a generally appreciative audience.
Sandy had never seen a strip tease before and had always assumed that they were dirty, indecent spectacles in which fat, middle-aged women stripped off their clothing in the most vulgar possible manner before a group of dirty old men. She was pleasantly surprised to find that the girls undressed tastefully, while dancing in time with the music. She was a little shocked at how far the strips went, however, and felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of sitting only a few feet from a dancing woman, naked except for a scanty piece of cloth barely covering her pubic region and obviously attached with some powerful adhesive.
Sandy was not used to drinking whiskey since her parents had forbidden her to drink all of the years she lived at home, but as the evening progressed, she found the liquor sliding down her throat with greater and greater ease. When the show ended, dancing was permitted, and she was amazed to see how free and gay she felt, all embarrassment over her body having vanished. Of course she noticed that men were watching her, sometimes secretively over their dates' shoulders, but the looks seemed much more like compliments than threats, and she began, just a little, to enjoy being the center of attention.
And when the four of them left, quite late in the evening, Sandy decided that she could not recall when she had enjoyed herself so thoroughly. She begged Bill, who seemed the soberest of the lot, to drive her car, and they reached the house without incident.
"I guess I can make it home from here," she said as they pulled up in front of the studio home. "But I hate to end the evening. Everything has been so beautiful."
"The evening's not over yet," responded her fiance. "Come in and we'll put some music on the record player. You're not going anywhere until we've filled you up with coffee. Besides, you left your bra in the living room. What would your roommate think if you came home without it?"
The four of them laughed at the idea all the way to the sitting room on the second floor. While Val busied herself with the preparation of another round of drinks and Bill adjusted the phonograph, Allan got a small leather bag from his bedroom.-
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced theatrically, laying cigarette paper and plastic bag out on the table before him, we bring to you, direct from the Orient, the one, the only, the original, Saigon Gold!"
Sandy watched with interest, wondering what he could possibly be talking about, as Allan extracted from the plastic bag a quantity of what seemed to be a coarse tobacco, and began rolling a cigarette.
"There's a whole pack of cigarettes on the table," she blurted out, thinking possibly that Allan was a tiny bit drunk. "You don't have to roll them."
To her surprise, Val, Bill and Allan all burst into laughter. Still chuckling, Bill threw an arm around her shoulders, drawing her to him and explaining.
"This isn't a regular cigarette, honey, it's pot. We brought about a ton of it back from Vietnam with us."
"Pot?" she asked incredulously. "You mean marijuana?"
"Not just marijuana," corrected Allan busily rolling his cigarette,-'but the very best. They grow this down in the Delta and it beats anything Mexico or Lebanon has to offer."
Sandy was horrified and aghast. "But we can't smoke marijuana! It's against the law!"
Allan and Val went into another fit of laughing, but Bill, seeing that she was seriously upset, did his best to explain.
"This doesn't make you into a drug addict, honey. It's relaxing and helps you appreciate music and the people you're with. These two have been smoking it all their lives and you don't see them shoving needles into their arms."
"I'm worried."
"Calm down, Sandy," said Allan. "No one's going to call the police. You don't have to smoke if you don't want to, but let us enjoy ours and then we'll make you some coffee."
Allan finished the rolling of his first cigarette, lit it and passed it immediately to Val before going to work on the second. The brown-haired girl smoked tranquilly for a few minutes, sprawled comfortably on the sofa with her feet over the back and the thin white crotchband of her panties casually displayed to the company. Then she passed the cigarette to Bill, commenting, "That's real smooth stuff. Best I've ever had and believe me I've smoked everything at one time or another."
Bill accepted the cigarette and inhaled heavily, held the smoke in his lungs for nearly a minute and then blew it out with an expression of pure happiness.
As Bill continued to smoke, Allan finished the other cigarette and joined Val on the sofa.
"I think we should get there on two. How's it taste, Bill?"
"Good as ever. I can feel my nerve endings tingling already. Have a puff, Sandy. It won't hurt you and you can stop if you don't like what you feel."
Sandy started to refuse, but Allan interrupted her before she began to speak.
"You're wasting your time, Bill. Nice little girls from nice little towns don't smoke pot."
Sandy flared immediately at Allan's implication that she was nothing more than a small town hick. After all, she had just returned from an evening in a nightclub wearing a very sophisticated dress and mixing with some very sophisticated people. She was not a hick and suddenly she was filled with a stubborn determination to show these people that nice little girls from nice little towns could kick their heels up once in awhile too! She took the burning cigarette from Bill's fingers, allowed him to throw an arm around her shoulders and took an experimental drag. The taste was strange and a little strong, but Sandy occasionally smoked cigarettes and she found she could inhale the pungent smoke without coughing or choking. After a few puffs she decided that the taste was not at all unpleasant.
Allan and Val were cuddling on the sofa, passing a cigarette back and forth, while Bill and Sandy relaxed on some cushions on the floor.
"No, take it into your lungs and hold it for a few minutes," Bill instructed. Apparently by accident, he moved his hand on her shoulder and the strap on Sandy's dress slipped lower down over her arm.
"Urn, that's better," she said.
"Is it starting to hit you?"
"Yes, but I was talking about my shoulder strap. It was biting into my shoulder."
"Here, I'll fix the other one." As he slipped the other shoulder strap down, the dress settled lower over Sandy's lushly rising breasts, the front barely covering the small brown nipples. As she settled herself comfortably again under Bill's arm, she felt his fingers brush the full warm tops of her breasts and there was an immediate reaction as her nipples unconsciously doubled in size, straining against the flimsy fabric of her minidress.
With each puff, Sandy could feel her tensions and fears disappear. She exchanged a slow, lingering kiss with Bill, the first real lovers' embrace she had shared with him since his return. She felt his hand nestle further down into her dress and experienced a moment of apprehension, but quickly decided that there was no reason for concern. She would hardly have to fight off any attacks with two other people in the room. Besides, she was discovering that she really liked thf sensation his fingers were causing in her breasts. Her nipples had never been so swollen and the marijuana seemed to have the effect of making her soft, delicate skin more sensitive to the touch.
Sandy glanced across the room to see if their friends were watching, but Val and Allan were paying no attention to them. Allan was virtually laying on top of the brown-haired girl, whose skirt had been pushed up high over tiny, almost transparent panties and Sandy could see that his hands were buried beneath the miniskirt as he stroked and excited the girl's small but perfectly formed breasts. Their mouths were locked together in what seemed to be an unending kiss.
The marijuana was beginning to affect Sandy strongly and she found her head swimming delightfully. Her body seemed light as a feather and she made no protest when Bill pushed her carefully down on the carpet, her buttocks still resting on the pillow. The warm mellowing smoke from two burning cigarettes seemed to be filling the room with calmness and happiness. Sandy noticed that her sense of time and proportion seemed to be distorted, but nothing bothered her now except a growing feeling of sexual excitement in her legs and stomach. She closed her eyes and felt Bill's hand on her thigh, stroking her back and forth and all the nerve endings in her skin seemed to be crying out for more.
Something in the back of her now drug-fogged mind told her that the situation was dangerous, but she seemed unable to organize her thoughts sufficiently to tell Bill to stop. His hand teased slowly but surely up her thigh until he reached the softly pulsating pubic mound, protected only by the thin panties she was wearing. She closed her thighs tightly together to deny him access to her vagina, but his hand continued to rise until he found the top of her panties.
With a smooth, downward thrust under the thin elastic waistband, his fingers reached the soft wet slit of her vagina and Sandy found her legs relaxing and parting of their own volition as his touch took effect.
Oh God, I'm only a woman, she told herself as a warm electric sensation of desire began racing through her pleasure-wracked body. I'm not made of steel and this is the man I love. As Bill teased her thin white panties down to her thighs and began caressing the wetly curling mound of soft resilient pubic hair with his fingers, a groan escaped Sandy's lips, and Bill began slowly, smoothly, teasing the opening to her virginal young cunt. She gasped with passion as his finger slipped into the tightly clenched little slit and shame burst over her as she found that her buttocks were grinding hungrily in response down into the pillow, totally beyond the control of her mind.
This is wrong, she told herself. Oh God, my body is on fire! I can't stop moving my hips! I'm going mad!
Her mind fogged by the marijuana, she felt two hands massaging her breasts, tormenting her swollen nipples until she felt they would burst. Forcing open her eyes, she looked down and found, to her horror, that her throbbing breasts were being caressed by her own hands! She realized now that she had completely lost control, but the moral values absorbed for a lifetime were not so easily defeated. Raising herself on her elbows, she pulled away from Bill, seeing that her miniskirt had dropped Completely away from her aching, brown-tipped breasts and was rolled up around her waist. Her panties had disappeared. She was about to try to rise and tear herself away from this now almost uncontrolled scene of sin and temptation when she was stunned into immobility by what was now happening on the sofa.
Val was totally naked, her legs spread wide and lying in a position of sensual abandon with one foot resting on the floor and the other hanging limply over the back of the couch. The soft, moistly brown hair of her pussy was completely exposed and as she squirmed lewdly, Sandy could see the pink open slit of her cunt, glistening wetly from the sexual excitement of her body.
Kneeling above her, also naked, was Allan, his eyes glassy and hard. From between the heavy curls of pubic hair in his groin, his tall thick penis was standing up proudly, its red massive tip only inches from Val's tenderly exposed cunt.
He's going to fuck her, thought Sandy, amazed that she could use that awful obscene word even in her thoughts. He's going to put his penis up inside her, here, right in front of its!
As she stared, paralyzed by the lewd spectacle, Val raised her arms and took Allan's hardened throbbing penis into her soft hands. Fondling and caressing it tenderly as if it were an object of great value, she began to raise her head and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Sandy watched her grin lasciviously at Allan and then lower her head, moving her face towards his cock and at the same time ovaling her mouth wide....
"Nooooooh!" screamed Sandy, as it suddenly struck her that Val had every intention of sucking Allan's monstrous cock between her lips. She struggled to her feet, pushing Bill away from her in her efforts to fight her way to the door, sobbing passionately. Her sense of balance now destroyed by the liquor-pot combination, she staggered and would have fallen had Bill not sprung to his feet and caught her.
"I've got to go home!" she cried, clinging to him for fear she would collapse on the floor. "I can't ... I'm sorry ... I just can't...."
"You're not going anywhere in this condition," Bill told her, an unusual tone of harshness and command in his voice. "You can't even walk much less drive. I'm putting you to bed."
"Oh, what they were doing...." she began sobbing as Bill carried her into the bedroom. "I never dreamed...."
"It's time you learned how big people play," Bill snapped almost angrily. He pulled back the covers on the bed and then bent over and yanked Sandy's dress over her head, leaving her naked. Forcing her down into the sheets, he straightened up and began undressing rapidly.
"And the lesson has just begun," he announced, brutally ripping off his shirt without bothering to undo the buttons. She forced her eyes open to watch him. As his trousers and snorts fell to the floor, his thick, desire hardened cock left out from its place of concealment.
My God, it's huge! she thought. Through the confusion in her brain came one clear fearful thought. It was far too big! The time they had almost made love before he went to Vietnam she had not clearly viewed his penis although it had seemed strangely large in her fingers. Now she could see him plainly. Could a woman take such a monstrous thing up between her legs and not be torn apart inside!
"Bill, please don't!" she pleaded as he started toward her, holding the hard pulsating tip of the massive uncircumsized instrument in his hand, "It's time we started. Sandy baby," he responded, a new harshness in his voice. "I've waited for you long enough."
With one quick movement, he sent the bed covers flying across the room and she lay exposed and naked before him. Smiling brutally, he forced her legs apart and crushed his lips against the soft trembling flesh of her belly. The suddenness of his approach sent a maddening chill up her backbone and Bill shifted his attentions to the delicate, fearfully trembling zone between her thighs. With him kneeling between her legs, she was unable to defend herself, and she groaned in shame and humiliation as he carefully spread the softly curling strands of her thin blonde pubic hair with his fingers, bent forward and licked his hot thirsty tongue into the liquid sweetness of her vagina. Placing his hands beneath her full rounded young buttocks, he burrowed further into the moist pink slit, his tongue swirling around and working like a demon.
"Oh Lord! Ooooooh! Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried as he continued this obscenely depraved attack up between her open thighs.
She flailed her head helplessly from side to side as he sucked on her hardening clitoris. In spite of the shame and fear she was feeling, her body slowly began to react to this assault on her helpless genitals. Short sharp spurts of pleasure again began racing up and down her spine and she felt her back begin to switch automatically and involuntarily. Her full splendid breasts were shaking gently back and forth as Bill licked ever hotter between her legs and she could feel her nipples expand and harden. And suddenly, as though she had no control over them, her hands stretched down to touch his head and caress his neck and she found herself pressing him into her and groaning shamelessly as he continued to thrust his thick wet tongue into the now hungrily quivering mouth of her open vagina.
Bill sensed that she was slowly surrendering to him and to her own long-suppressed lusts and desires. Her moist silken pubic hair tickled teasing against his cheeks as Sandy's thighs tightened, relaxed and then tightened again in a slow hypnotic rhythm. I've won, he grinned triumphantly to himself, as he glanced up at her lust-contorted face. Now, at last, for the real thing.
As he' lifted his wetly glistening face from her moist vagina, Sandy lay still in total surrender, her stomach quivering and trembling with a sudden lewd anticipation. Bill's lips traveled lustfully over her prostrate body and she groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he nipped his teeth sharply over her tight breast. Even as she tried to roll away from this painful bite, she sensed waves of pleasure racing down her sides to her thighs where Bill's hands were still busy, stroking her throbbingly open cunt.
"You're ready," he told her shortly. "You've never been more ready in your life."
"Don't hurt me, Bill, darling!" she begged him. "Please be gentle!"
"I am going to fuck you," he informed her coldly. "And there will be nothing gentle about it. When this cock of mine first slides up into your hot little cunt, you are going to squirm and scream like you never have before."
Bill had never before used words like these in her presence, but the brutal obscenity of what he said somehow thrilled her and she found herself longing to be hurt, defiled, humiliated by this man she loved so much.
"Spread your legs, baby!" he ordered abruptly. "Wider! There's a lot of cock here and I'm going to need all the fucking room I can get!"
Her entire body trembling in a hellish mixture of fear and anticipation, Sandy obeyed, spreading her thighs as wide as she could, while Bill knelt above her, his massive red-tipped organ waving in her face. Then, covering her naked body with his own, he guided the throbbing massive cock with his fingers to the waiting lips of her cunt, pushing his way through her moistly curling pussy hair. Holding her breath and closing her eyes, Sandy felt his smooth rubbery hardness touch the tight elastic entrance to her vagina. He paused for a moment, teasing and exciting her by moving the heavy tip of his cock over her tiny fluttering clitoris and the soft pink lips of her cunt. Then he positioned himself expertly above her and ground forward up between her widespread thighs.
"Aaaaaaagh!" she cried in pain as the tip of his stiffened cock forced an entry into the moistly trembling walls of her open vagina.
"Oh God, Bill, you're hurting me," she pleaded as he pressed forward, urging his cock still further into her tender virginal cunt. "Please don't put any more of it in me!"
"It's supposed to hurt the first time," he informed her without feeling. "Relax!" The sight of her naked helpless body spread-eagled beneath him excited him beyond endurance. He had really intended to be gentle and soft with her but all the gentleness in him disappeared as his lust increased. He thrust forward another inch, allowing his full weight to rest on her full, flattened tits, enjoying her helpless cries of pain and fear.
"Bill, Bill, Oh God, Bill," she screamed as with a low grunt and a final thrust forward, he filled her completely, destroying forever the thin fragile membrane of her virginity. His lust-hardened cock now lay buried deep up inside her whitely trembling belly, seeming to fill every corner and every crevice in her body. The soft wet walls of her cunt flowered wide before his brutal attack and he flexed his penis even deeper, burying it entirely within her. She could feel his soft, sperm-swollen balls slapping against the naked smoothness of her upturned buttocks as he began moving slowly and established a smooth regular rhythm, withdrawing from her almost all the way and then fucking forward up into her again, bringing her renewed pain and torment.
"You're a woman, now Sandy, honey," he grinned down at her pain contorted face, lying still for a moment his vagina moistened lips directly above hers and his body crushing into her. "You're being fucked by a man for the first time in your life! Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Oh Bill, I ... it hurts so ... just go ahead and do it to me...."
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he demanded again.
"Yes, finish it ... now that we've started." she gritted her teeth tightly together and groaned up at him.
"Then say it," he insisted brutally. "Ask me to fuck you." The pressure inside her cunt was almost unbearable. She could not bear the idea of mouthing the disgusting word he was using, but she desperately wanted him to finish and take its awful hardness out of her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me then!" she whimpered in surrender, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I don't care how much it hurts. Fuck me good, darling!"
Oh God, you're no better than a whore now, she told herself, as Bill began breathing heavily again and fucking rhythmically in and out of her wide-stretched cunt. You've lost your virginity. Her parents would disown her if they knew and even Bill could never respect her again. She was in despair and the burning pain of his hardened cock buried far up in her belly only deepened her grief.
Bill sensed that she could no longer oppose him and quickened his stroke. Sandy's body, still aching but sensuous from the lingering affects of the marijuana, slowly began to react and desire started slowly circulating in her torturously filled belly.
As the pain and stiffness gradually decreased, her awakening hips and buttocks writhed and rocked beneath him and from her throat the piteous whines and sobs were gradually changing into sighs and low, eagerly welcoming groans of lewdly rising abandon. Her smoothly, sensitive skin was covered with a thin film of sweat and her nostrils flared as her passion mounted. Sandy found that her thighs were possessed of a life of their own, jerking and twitching possessively against his driving hips as Bill thrust his long, hard cock further and further into her now wetly exploding cunt.
As he worked above her, grunting occasionally, he looked down with amazement at the changes in her face. Her eyes were closed and the veins in her neck stood out prominently beneath her smooth white skin. Her mouth was open and as he bent to kiss her, he found her tongue recklessly invading his mouth.
You've won, he told himself. She wants your cock and she wants it bad. He redoubled his efforts, pulling almost all the way out of her thirstily clinging cunt until he felt her hands tightening and clutching desperately at his buttocks and forcing him back into her. Her cries became rhythmatic and the action of her hips and thighs were as violent as his own.
Suddenly he realized that she was almost ready to cum. Sandy groaned wetly up into his mouth and kicking her feet out into the air on either side of him wrapped her legs around the small of his back, surrendering all of her nakedly open young pussy to the brutal thrusts of his loins.
"Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!" she cried out mindlessly beneath him, forcing her hardened tormented nipples into his chest. Then, unexpectedly, she felt her body go very strange and a new, entirely unfamiliar sensation gripped her from her toes right up to the back of her neck. She could barely speak, but she knew she had to tell him and tell him now.
"I'm cumming, darling! I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Oh god, I love it!"
The pressure of the warm wet walls of her hotly spasming vagina swept like wildfire over her fragile body. Bill fucked harder than ever before in his life, wanting to make her first cum something she would remember forever, even when she was an old woman. Sandy was breathing like a runner at the end of a race, gasping desperately for oxygen as the wildly rising sensation of ecstatic release burned in her loins. Then, as her orgasm approached its maximum, she felt Bill's slowly deflating cock, and trickled wetly down onto the sheets below. There was a long minute's silence, broke only by the harshness of the breathing of the couple on the bed. Then....
"Sandy?" Bill called, raising his body slightly to look happily down at his fiancee. "Sandy?" he said again. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were still shut, but lightly, as if she were sleeping.
"You fucked her unconscious, buddy," said Allan, who had come into the bedroom with Val when they had heard Sandy's wild orgiastic cries of release. The couple had been standing at the foot of the bed, calmly watching it all.
Val, still naked from her love-making with Allan, moved to the side of the bed and expertly took Sandy's pulse.
"She'll be alright," Val announced. "Pulse is strong and steady. Goddamn, she's a good-looking broad, and if I were a man I'd be all over her." The brown-haired girl let her hands stray over Sandy's unconscious form. "Why don't you throw a quick fuck to the proud little bitch, Allan? She'd never know the difference."
Allan's drooping penis throbbed and raised its head at the idea, and the three of them laughed at the sight, but Bill overruled the proposal.
"No, it's still too early. This girl has got a lot of developing to do and we have to handle her carefully. If she came to suddenly and found Allan fucking her, it might set the whole project back months. Let's let her sleep until morning."
"And what am I supposed to do with this?" complained Allan with mock seriousness, pointing to his now fully erect penis.
"You don't seem to be the only one with a hard problem," joked Bill, pointing to himself.
The sight of the two naked women had excited him as well and his massive cock was once again ready for action.
"Mother told me there would be nights like this," sighed Val as she linked arms with the two men and led them purposefully into her bedroom.