Chapter 4
By one o'clock the following day, it was ninety-one degrees and balmy, and Vikki and Angel sat brunching on the apartment's tiny California-style lanai overlooking busy Eighty-Second Avenue below. Grant was up and showered early-despite the effects of his first honest-to-God hangover-in anticipation of a Yankee double header with the Milwaukee Brewers, and had gone before his Aunt Vikki had even awakened.
"So he's really as food as all that," Vikki winked over her forkful of French Toast.
Angle nodded enthusiastically as she poured out second cups of morning coffee. "He was a little nervous at first," she continued with her explanation, "but once we got started, wow!"
Vikki nodded understandingly, forfeiting her fork in favor of the steaming elixir in her cup. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Angel, robbing the cradle like that!"
"Cradle!" Angel exploded in a peal of laughter. "Hey, there's only a couple of years difference in our ages, Vik-"
"Three," Vikki corrected.
"Two, three ... it's close enough." She carved herself a wedge of toast. "Furthermore, sugar, what do you call it when you're planning the same thing!"
"Me!" the young aunt defended with mock innocence. "Why I'd never dream of such a thing!"
"Dream, no. Scheme, yes."
"Well-"
"Aw c'mon, kid, this is Angel, remember? ... You've got the hots for the kid as much as I do!"
"Well," Vikki continued nonplussed, "since you put it like that ..."
Angel took a sip of coffee to clear her throat. "Any idea how you're gonna go about it?" she questioned.
"No," her roommate admitted. "Any suggestions?"
"He seems an intelligent and fanciful young man-"
"We'll approach it from that angle, then," Vikki completed for her.
"Pass the sugar, sugar."
Carol Bauer tossed nervously in her bed at one-thirty in the afternoon. It wasn't like her to be sleeping so late, but she just couldn't bring herself to get up and face an empty house. Half-sleeping, half-awake, she jerked and moaned in anguished self-pity, and remorse over her inexcusable actions the night before. Why, oh why did it have to happen? she fretted in her semi-daze. Why am I thinking about sex all the time when I'm supposed to be studying?
She stretched out one perfectly formed leg against the scratchy-clean surface of the white muslin sheets and sighed deeply. Then, with a yawn, she drifted painfully back to sleep ... and the dream she'd been having about her wedding night ...
Carol had been looking forward to her first night with Fred for so very long-she had absolutely no idea it would turn out as it had. She and her handsome fiance had been engaged for over a year before the "big day" had, at last, arrived and they were saying the very words that would unite them, " 'til death do you part. "Then, under a colorful shower of rice and confetti at the Episcopal church in South Philly, they had ducked into the waiting cab which had taken them directly to the airport for the flight to Niagara Falls and their honeymoon.
Fred had kissed her passionately all the way there, whispering into her ear all the exciting things he planned to do to her as soon as he had her alone. After being "good" for so long in compliance with her wishes to remain chaste until her wedding night, he felt he had a "right" to get a little passionate. Carol, on the other hand, was half-frightened by his sudden ardor. It was so totally unexpected.
As if the situation wasn't confusing enough for the pretty red-haired bride, there had been the usual three-and-a-half-hour delay in leaving the airport because of heavy air traffic. Then, the weather was so bad when they put down for refueling in Albany that there was another four-hour wait. Finally, bleary-eyed and bordering on exhaustion, they arrived at Niagara only to find that their reservations hadn't been recorded.
They waited another two hours in the lobby as the clerk who had supposedly booked their suite argued and gesticulated with the hotel manager. Eventually, they were shown up to considerably less luxurious accommodations, and it was then that Carol noticed that Fred was in a high state of angry frustration.
So tired that she could hardly think straight, the seventeen-year-old bride had begun to carefully lay out her new nightgown and slippers. Then, she had collected her toilet articles from her cosmetic case and, tossing Fred her most girlishly alluring smile on the way, she had gone to the bathroom to prepare herself for her handsome new husband. She was still nervous about what lay ahead, and when she felt the pressure on the other side of the bathroom door as she tried to close it-pressure caused by Fred's shoulder as he fought to keep her from closing it-her nervousness gave way to genuine alarm.
"F-Fred!" she protested uselessly. "W-What are you doing?"
"Let me in, goddamit!" he barked hoarsely in a voice that was strange to her ears. "You've held out long enough!"
She had stared at him in surprise as he had won the victory at the door, and the expression she found there in his eyes caused her blood to run cold with fear. He was like a coiled cobra ready to strike, a twisted mask of desperation distorting his chiseled features. And then, before she could calculate an appropriate response, he had his strong fingers entwined around one slender wrist and was pulling her forcefully back through the open door.
"Ohhh, don't, please, Fred!" the young wife of but a few hours whimpered. "I-I have to get myself ready first!"
"You can get ready in a fuckin' minute," Fred Bauer growled at her. "First, I want you to get your pretty little ass undressed and let me have a look at what I've been waiting for all this time! ... You've been torturing me for a goddam year, and now you're gonna come across if I have to break your legs!"
Violently twisting her wrist, he flung her towards the huge queen bed and she had staggered to a stop with her back to the foot of the mattress. Her soft blue eyes blurred with tears of humiliation and mounting rage over the indignities he was so pointlessly and unmercifully subjecting her to, she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Her horror had left her virtually speechless.
"I said strip!" he commanded.
Too scared to do otherwise, Carol slowly and reluctantly began to undo the top buttons of her tweed travel suit while staring blankly at the man she had so unbelievingly agreed to spend her whole life with. Blinded by her tears, she heard the unmistakable sounds of his belt buckle being unfastened and the soft metallic whir of his zipper being drawn open. Then, suddenly, she felt his hand under her own at the front of her short jacket.
Instantly, her vision cleared and she found him standing before her completely naked. To her virgin eyes, his cock looked like a dancing cobra as it reared up out of his loins. It's ... huge! she thought desperately.
It had only taken him a moment to tear her jacket and matching skirt from her body, and she sobbed and sucked in her breath as Fred tangled his fingers in the frilly white lace of her half-slip. It was the first time she had ever worn the garment, but he jerked it brutally downward, ripping the flimsy material to shreds before throwing it to the floor. Then, he grabbed her up in his arms and crushed her to him, wetly kissing her mouth and then her neck with fumbling lecherous fervor.
Carol grew suddenly limp in his embrace, as though she were about to lose her balance and fall. Fred then guided her backwards to the bed until the edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and caused her to fall, legs spread-eagled, her stricken eyes staring glassily toward the ceiling as if in some hypnotic trance. Fred bent down over her prostrate form, jerking off her thin nylon bra with one impatient motion, revealing her heaving white breasts to his lusty eyes for the first time since they had known each other. Carol whimpered forlornly and covered her tear-wet eyes with her arm to block out the sight of Fred's face. It was distorted by passionate fury into an unrecognizable visage from some dreadful nightmare.
As she remembered those frantic first minutes of her wedding night, the grownup Carol tossed fitfully in her empty bed and loosed a broken sigh from her lips. If only he had had more self-control, she thought as if it had just happened, if only ... But no, he'd acted like an insane rapist and nearly spoiled the whole thing ...! And, once again, her thoughts returned to the distant past.
She had felt him move down over her, his wet lips brushing up her naked side, and he had fastened his teeth cruelly into the nipple of her right breast. She had groaned up at him in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing roughly over the firm softness of her thighs and hips, kept her pressed into the mattress. His questing lips roamed wetly over the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, causing a blissful unwilling twitch that descended to her loins below.
Carol had almost begun to hope that he would wait and turn more gentle and loving in his approach, but then, suddenly, his hands moved together along her hips. Fred hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and, in a single motion, tore them from Carol's recoiling body. She was lying before him completely naked then, his unfeeling actions making her feel like some cheap little trick he'd picked up off the streets.
She lay panting under his gaze, frightened and disappointed, her blue eyes still covered with the back of her arm, listening to his coarse breathing as he took in the delicious sight of her nakedly exposed body. Then, she heard his voice, like that of a stranger standing at a great distance.
"You're gonna get fucked good, now!" he promised lewdly. "Now, spread those pretty white legs and let me see your pussy!"
Carol moaned incoherently in response to Fred's obscene mouthing's, mortified at being talked to like a whore. And yet, despite her fear and weakened resistance, she could not force herself to reopen her legs to let him see her defenseless cunt below. But Fred was not to be denied again.
Suddenly, she felt his rough hands pressing outwards on the insides of her trembling thighs, forcing them to yield to the relentless pressure there. The frightened young bride had heard the hissing intake of his breath and knew instinctively that he had caught sight of her feminine core. She knew that he could see the tight coppery curls surrounding her narrow pussy-slit, and she reluctantly removed her shielding arm to see his face between the voluptuous twin peaks of her breasts just before he moved down to get a better look at the treasure between her satin thighs.
She watched his tongue flicker wetly over his tightly stretched lips as he stared at her naked flesh, until, with an animal-like groan that seemed to emanate from the depths of his being, he threw himself on top of her.
His hands were all over her, grasping desperately at her quivering white breasts, pinching all around the smoothness of her buttocks pinned to the mattress beneath, grappling her firm and innocent young body up tighter against his own as if he wanted to crush the very life out of her. His right hand fumbled down between their bodies as he took the throbbing length of his penis between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the tender lips of her vulva. Carol turned her head to one side, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt the blunt tip come into contact with the sensitive outer flanges of her still-virgin sex. She gasped and held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying absolutely still in subjugated helplessness beneath her new husband, not daring even to breathe until he made his next move.
"Noooooo, please wait!" she pleaded at last, her voice trembling as she felt the first shocking pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He shoved.
"AAAuuuRRRgggHHH!" she cried in anguish. "I-It's ... too bigggggg!"
Agonizingly, the huge tip slipped through, stretching wide the narrow pussy channel until Carol thought her thighs would be cleaved in two from the relentless spreading pressure. Suddenly Fred's demoniacally twisted face had taken on a contorted expression of raw lust as he looked down at the lithe form of his child-bride.
Carol was hopelessly pinned beneath his weight, the head of his pulsing organ buried deep in the russet coils of her pubic hair. He fell forward then, his heaviness smashing her full white breasts tightly back against his hairy chest. He thrust forward at the same time, his hard thick cock slipping into her pussy like a merciless length of lead pipe, forcing the moistly clinging flesh of her interior walls apart before it. There was no stopping until, with a deep-throated groan, his testicles slapped heavily into the quivering moons of her naked ass.
"Oh, dear God!" she wailed beneath him, her legs flailing out to the side as she tried to ease the searing pain of her abruptly ended virginity.
She had never felt so utterly filled in her life, and Fred's impaling rock-hard cudgel felt as if it had ripped her vagina into shreds as he slammed into her without the slightest consideration for her comfort or well-being. And then, without a moment's hesitation, the impassioned young groom began to make long gliding strokes in and out of his new bride's tortured cunt, groaning with each inward thrust as though he wished to pierce her through and through.
Carol tossed fitfully in her bed as the memory sped on like an obscene kaleidoscope. She could barely remember those following painful minutes of her late husband's first love making, because the transition that had followed had been nearly overwhelming. Despite her initial horror and physical discomfort, she had undergone some kind of miraculous metamorphosis-she'd actually begun to like it!
As the young bride slowly lost her will to resist, she felt her pussy becoming increasingly more viscid and open around Fred's ravishing swollen cock. She started screwing her vagina up and down on the turgid staff of flesh, pinning her legs back against her shoulders, wanting to take him to the hilt in her quivering belly, until it protruded from her very throat. She no longer had any pride left. In her young mind, she had been thrown back to some primeval forest and, like a jungle beast, was no longer accountable for her sins, real or imagined.
The delighted young husband wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew that he had somehow unknowingly tapped that bit of whore that lives inside all women. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above her wildly thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping lips of her ravished cunt nibble up and down his now-accustomed length, driving the hotly expanding head of his cock against the sensitive nub of Carol's cervix.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh!" she groaned out of control as Fred's entire invading hardness fucked into her, the power of his thrusts driving her heaving white buttocks pitilessly down into the mattress beneath their sweating bodies.
Wasting no time, now that he had her responding with every inch of her wantonly rocking body, Bauer reached under her grinding ass-cheeks and slipped his extended middle finger along the widely spread crevice between their rounded half-moons. Finally, he found the tiny puckered opening of her anus and thrust his curious digit in to the second knuckle in the tightly clenched little orifice.
Carol grunted in pain at the unexpected intrusion into her rectal opening. Her slender feet jerked erotically in the air above her new husband's muscular back, her toes curling spasmodically in her sheer nylons. He'd hurt her again, but this time she enjoyed the pain for the knowledge that it would soon bring pleasures still more acute. Through the thin wall of flesh that separated the finger in her asshole from the prick in her slippery pink cunt, Fred Bauer could feel the ridges on his cock rippling through the warm wet waves of flesh.
As Carol began to moan and grunt like an incoherent pig, the young husband grinned lewdly down at her lust-contorted face as he rammed his pelvis forward with a vengeance. With each bone-jarring thrust, she gyrated her own viscid crotch down smoothly over Fred's slippery hardness. He thrust his probing finger further into her creamy asshole until it was buried to the palm of his hand, then withdrew to the tip, only to repeat the entire process to his bride's growing delight. He had her hopelessly, deliciously, lewdly impaled between finger and penis, and was thoroughly enjoying the erotic torture he was subjecting her to. Her copiously flowing juices ran down the slender white columns of her exposed upper thighs and onto the mattress. She strained back against him, arching her loins against his driving pelvis and twitching back down onto his wiggling middle finger. She moaned incessantly, her head flailing from side to side on the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of electric tingles that shot through it, half in pain, and half in pleasure.
"AAAuuuurrrggghhh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her yet harder in lewd rhythm between his hand and the growing column of his penile flesh. He could feel its thickness expanding more and more with each thrust he made up into the wet hot passage, its relentless lust fed by the very helplessness of his bride. Carol could feel the stone-hard shaft thicken enticingly inside her ever-moistening vagina. She was given no relief from the hotly building crest of pleasure climbing, climbing deep within her trembling belly.
"Harder, Fred ... Oh, darling ... Harder!" the young wife of just a few hours chanted in time to the drubbing she was receiving from her young stud of a husband. Huge waves of delicious sensation raced through her entire body, until she felt like it was an expanding balloon of joy, filling, filling, until she was ready to burst.
She sucked wildly on the tongue that had suddenly found its way into her mouth, wanting her every bodily orifice to be filled to completion. Nothing else seemed real; only the cock in her cunt and the finger worming in and out of her asshole had meaning for her at that moment.
And then, she felt great floods of her cum-juice gushing from the walls of her pussy, pouring forth in endless streams around Fred's hard fleshy rod slipping faster and faster into her. She seemed to be cumming forever, the fluids running out to bathe her husband's balls and probing hands. She thrust her velvet loins up at him with superhuman force, skewering herself hungrily on the thick pole of meat that pumped into her with a fury equal to her own. Her nostrils flared in passion, then a final gasp of breath issued from her O'ed lips as if all the wind had been knocked from her lungs.
Fred felt her surging climax as he drove his cock deeper inside her while her legs splayed out and waved in the air on either side of his perspiring body. He could feel the hotly jetting stream begin in his aching balls and rush down the length of his pulsing thickness, spewing wildly out into the very depths of her clasping womb. He was filling her completely, his hot seed overflowing with her own love-juices out of the succulent flesh of her pussy. Then, he gave one last low gasp as he emptied the last of his load into Carol's quivering belly, and collapsed like a broken marionette over her limply spread body.
They lay still for a long reflective moment, a loose tangle of arms and intertwined legs, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Then, Fred lifted himself from the unmoving form of his beautiful young wife, his deflating cock slipping lewdly from her cum-drenched furrow with a loud sucking noise.
Carol's still-lovely legs kicked straight out in the empty bed as the memory of her first climax brought her cruelly awake. If she didn't stop this nonsense of thinking about sex all the time, she knew she was going to go stark raving nuts. It certainly wasn't doing her studies any good, that was for sure, and her little "episode" with the candle the night before had left her feeling sexier-and dirtier-than she'd ever felt before in her life. And yet, even now, she had to consciously resist the temptation to touch herself down there again. God, it would be better to just go out and pick somebody up, than that! she mused. But then, she knew she couldn't do that, either ... it was too far removed from her inborn sense of propriety ... she was a thirty-four-year-old mother of a teenage boy, not some irresponsible adolescent ... No, it was completely out of the question to be entertaining such thoughts ... wasn't it?