Chapter 1

Heaven had become hell, and delight had become torment. Ann's first year of marriage had been utter bliss, and then Chris had been born. As a result, her vagina, which had been capable of handling her husband's thick cock had distended so much, she had been in agony, and by the time it returned to normal size, the muscles within had developed to where she was tighter than she had been when a virgin. In fact, when her husband rammed his cock into her cunt, the helpless woman felt her muscles cramping, and as a result, agony followed.

David Corso, Ann's husband, was almost instantly aware of his wife's predicament, and she underwent all kinds of physical therapy for more than a year, including vaginal stretching, but her tightly cramping muscles constantly rebelled whenever her vagina had something thick put into it, and as a result, her husband became less and less attentive to her. As the years passed, David had to seek his physical pleasures elsewhere. He had considered a divorce, but he loved Ann too much. So they slept in the same bed, and sometimes, when physical needs became overpowering, she would "do the laundry by hand," but for the most part, their's was not a happy sexual relationship.

What neither of them had stopped to figure was that Ann's problem was mental. She was so terrified of another pregnancy, and of being painfully distended inside, that mere consummation was enough to make her tremble.

When Chris, her son was twelve years old, Ann had him join the boy scouts. As a result of bringing him to and from meetings at the various houses of den mothers, Ann came to know quite a few other women, and one of them, Phyllis, a radiant blonde, saw the un-happiness behind Ann's dark eyes.

To begin with, Ann was now thirty-one years old. She had short black hair, which the previous September had been cut as it had been in June, to stay off her neck. As a result, she had a small upsweep that made her hairstyle look more boyish than many of the styles worn by most males. Her brown eyes were like large saucers, and she had the prettiest, short, upturned nose. Her lips were full and inviting, and any man looking at them would have envied her husband, until finding out that Ann Corso didn't indulge in terrible things like taking a penis into her mouth. Nor would she allow her husband to use her anus, reasoning that if her vagina, which was larger than her anus, was too tight for his cock, then her rectum was even tighter.

Ann had a rounded figure without being voluptuous. That is, her breasts were full without being immense. Her waist was narrow, her hips neither too wide nor too narrow, and she had a small, round, tight fanny leading to slender thighs and full calves. From merely looking at Ann, one would reason she was a stunning woman, and she inspired many an erection without even being aware of it.

However, the unhappiness filling her eyes was obvious to Phyllis, and after about three months, in early October, Phyllis took Ann aside after Ann had delivered her son to the house of one of the other mothers, and said,'I've been watching you for some time, now. You're an absolutely beautiful woman, you fill out that blue dress of yours to perfection, yet you have a perpetual sadness in your eyes. Why?"

Phyllis was blonde, with hair that barely came down to her neck. She had a long, rather than an oval, face. Her gray eyes even seemed long, and she had a long nose, with a slight overbite that caused her front lip to protrude, sexily. Phyllis was two inches taller than Ann's five-feet-five inches, and she was considerably less round, yet her eyes always had a twinkle in them, and when the parents of the scouts got together, it was obvious from looking at Phyllis's husband that she made the man extremely happy.

On that particular day, Phyllis was wearing a white . blouse and pink slacks, slacks that would shortly be put away because winter was already approaching. Ann didn't want to discuss her personal problems with the woman, but this was something that had been weighing heavily on her mind for twelve years, and she was astonished that she hadn't cracked under the strain in all this time. Even more astonishing was David's willing to put up with it. She reasoned that he still remembered their first year together, and was hoping she would eventually become as she had been then, and they would once again fully enjoy one another's company. He must truly love her.

"Look," Ann told her, "this is something I can't discuss out in the open. I mean, I shouldn't even be talking about it to you, right now."

"Well, in heaven's name, if you don't talk to me, to whom will you talk?" Phyllis asked. "I'm no analyst, but it's more than a little obvious you're unhappy. You have deep circles under your eyes, and they're taking away from your loveliness. Come on, let's go for a ride and you'll tell me all about it."

They got into Phyllis's Ford station wagon and drove around for more than an hour before Ann finally admitted what her problems were. Phyllis listened intently, then pulled into a McDonald's parking lot and told Ann to wait. She went and got two Big Macs, along with two cups of coffee, and came back. As they ate, Phyllis said to the stunning brunette, "Your whole problem is too big for someone like me, but I can tell you right now, you have to learn to circumvent part of it. You don't want your husband's penis to connect with your vagina, so you have to make the man happy another way. Pulling his weinie isn't going to do the trick, honey. For heaven's sake, learn to use your mouth. Suck the man's cock, drink his sperm, put him in seventh heaven. In return, he'll learn to go down on you."

"But that seems like such a disgusting thing to do," she gasped.

"Disgust, in this case, is in the eye, or in the mouth, of the beholder," Phyllis replied. "I'm telling you, if you learn to go down on him, he'll love you that much more for it. What's more, there's a good chance that after you've sucked that cock for a while, you'll get so wet inside, tight as you are, he'll be able to slip his cock into you without hurting you. When that happens, all the good things you remember will return. You'll see."

"I don't know," Ann said, shaking her head, but even as she did so, she knew she had to try something.