Chapter 3
The next day was Monday, and Brad and Nicole went off to their high-powered jobs, leaving Angie alone in the house all day. The young maid was glad for the chance to be by herself and think. The last couple of days had been pretty confusing.
Angie's attitudes toward sex were changing, but it wasn't something that could happen overnight. She still had a lot of puritanical ideas, thanks to her parents, and she was still pretty shocked by Brad and Nicole's shameless behavior. Who was right-her parents or her employers?
Angie wasn't sure, but she envied all the fun Brad and Nicole had together. Her marriage hadn't been like that at all. As she cleaned the house that day, she thought back over her years with Carl, and the memory wasn't a pleasant one.
When she was a senior in high school, her parents still didn't allow her to date. Angie was an obedient daughter, but even she was about to rebel. Maybe her parents sensed that, because they finally announced that they would allow her to go out with a man-a man of their choice.
Angie was very excited, and she prepared carefully for her very first date. She really wasn't concerned about how the guy looked. He was a date, and that was all that mattered. She and her parents waited in the living room, and they gave her a little information about the man.
"His name is Carl Loring," her mother said, "and he's a very respectable businessman. He was widowed last year, and he's interested in getting married again. This could be your big chance, Angie."
Marriage? Angie was just setting out on her first date, and already her folks were talking about getting her married off to the guy. It was a surprise, but Angie thought she could get used to the idea. Marriage would get her out of this house and let her lead her own life.
Carl showed up right on time, and when she saw him, Angie almost groaned with disappointment. He was old enough to be her father!
Carl Loring was tall, well-built, and had dark hair going gray at the temples. He wasn't too bad-looking, but he seemed cold and grim. Angie reminded herself that at least her folks approved of him, and she decided to make the best of it.
Carl took her out to dinner, then to the movies, making sure the film was rated G. He never laid a hand on her, and when he took her home, he didn't even kiss her good night. He shook hands instead. It was quite a letdown, and Angie figured he didn't like her.
Then, the very next day, he returned to her house and asked her parents if he could marry her.
Angie was stunned. She hardly knew the man, and she wasn't all that wild about him. But she knew she wanted to get away from her stern parents and live a life of her own, and since she had no money for college, marriage seemed like the only way out. So she agreed to marry Carl.
She'd never forget her wedding night. Carl was still pretty much a stranger to her, since they got married only a month after meeting, but Angie was secretly looking forward to losing her virginity. She was wild to know what sex was like, and now she'd finally find out.
Their honeymoon was a weekend in the mountains. That was all the time Carl could take off from his business. They arrived at their lonely cabin just before dark, and Angie cooked dinner, but all she could think of was the big moment when she'd lose her cherry.
She could hardly wait. At last, she'd know what all the excitement was about. Her friends at school seemed to talk about nothing but boys and sex, sex and boys. A few of them even confessed to having gone all the way. They said it was just fantastic. Naturally, Angie could hardly wait to be let in on the big mystery.
But Carl didn't come on to her, didn't even touch her, and about nine o'clock he said coolly: "We should go to bed now. I want to get up early to fish."
"Yes, Carl," Angie said obediently.
She put on the new frilly nightgown she'd bought for the occasion and got into bed. Carl came out of the bathroom wearing pajamas and crawled in beside her. He turned out the light, which was a big disappointment to the curious girl. She wanted to see a man naked, but she was out of luck.
Then suddenly Carl turned into an animal. In the dark, he grabbed Angie, pulling her tight against him and kissing her. It was the first real kiss. At the wedding, he'd just given her a dry peck on the lips.
Angie had never been kissed before, but she knew this man meant business. He pressed his whole body against hers, and he crushed her mouth with his hot lips. Then he was sliding his tongue into her mouth, probing around, and his hands clutched her firm little ass and squeezed it.
Angie sizzled with excitement. Her healthy young body was starved for loving, and now at last she was getting it. She snaked her arms around Carl's neck and shivered lustily as he squeezed her ass and worked his tongue in her mouth. She felt molten cream gushing from her virgin cunt.
Now we're getting somewhere, she thought eagerly.
Carl kissed her for a long time, running his big hands all over her body, feeling every young ripe curve. Angie was dizzy with excitement. At that age, she still didn't know what the word horny meant, but she was displaying all the symptoms. Her pussy was soaked with her gushing cream.
Her body had been ready for sex since junior high, and she was overdue for fulfillment. She whimpered and shivered and moaned as Carl slid his hands under her long nightgown and touched her bare flesh. It felt so exciting to her, she wanted to squeal, but she knew her much-older husband didn't approve of girlish behavior.
He cupped her ripe high-riding tits and began molding them in his big hot hands. It was the most thrilling thing Angie had ever felt, and she creamed furiously. Her small red nipples were stiff with lust, poking against his palms, and her tits swelled up taut.
Then she felt something very strange. There was a big hard lump throbbing against her belly. It took the innocent girl a moment to figure out what it was. She finally realized it was her husband's cock, ballooning with desire. She just wished she could look at it. She'd never seen a cock in her life, and her curiosity was burning.
Well, if she couldn't see his cock, she could at least feel it. She reached down and touched his prick. It felt huge to her, and it was hot and hard as steel. His prick throbbed violently against her exploring fingers. She started feeling it all over, but Carl grabbed her hand away.
Angie could have howled with disappointment. Apparently, Carl didn't think it was proper for her to touch his cock. In the few weeks since she'd known him, she'd discovered why her parents approved of him. He was just as strictly religious, stern and puritanical as they were.
Angie struggled to control her disappointment. She wanted to feel Carl all over, the way he was feeling her. She wanted to explore his exciting masculine body. But he pushed her hands away whenever she touched him. He didn't want his young bride to display her lust.
Now he was sliding his hand between her thighs and touching the scorching wet flesh of her virgin pussy. Just his lightest touch felt wonderful to Angie, and she couldn't help creaming all over his hand. But he didn't linger long. Apparently, he just wanted to see if she was ready.
Satisfied that she was wet enough, Carl roughly rolled her onto her back, whisked her nightgown up to her waist, and moved on top of her. Angie guessed that this was the big moment, and she obediently spread her legs. Carl sank down between her hot silky thighs, and she felt something huge and hard pressing against her untried cunt mouth.
"Unnnhhh!" she gasped.
It felt like he was trying to shove a cannon ball into her cunt. The engorged thick head of his cock felt enormous to her, and it was stretching her delicate cunt lips till she feared they'd burst. She whimpered with pain and fright, but Carl kept pushing.
"Quiet!" he whispered hoarsely. "It always hurts a woman the first time! You'll be all right!"
It was practically the only time he spoke to her during the whole wedding night. Angie had an old-fashioned view of marriage, thanks to her parents, and she believed the husband was the boss. She felt she had to do everything Carl asked and not question him or complain.
So she tried to stifle her sobs of fright as he steadily worked his huge steel-hard cock into her tiny tender cunt. She was sure that immense pole of cock meat would break her in half, and she felt crammed breathless with it. Carl pushed until he seemed to come up against some kind of barrier.
"Try not to scream!" he growled.
He drew back, then lunged deep into her, breaking through her cherry. The pain was so sharp that she thought she'd faint, but she obeyed her husband, clamping her jaw shut and stifling her terrified moans. Carl fucked his cock all the way into her, butting up against her womb. Her virginity was gone. Why didn't she find that exciting?
Carl lay on top of her, panting and catching his breath, while Angie wondered if all her girlfriends had been lying to her. They'd giggled and whispered about fucking their dates and how great it felt. They talked about the fantastic thrill of making out. But Angie felt none of those things.
She just felt an enormous hard column of cock meat cramming her bruised little pussy, scaring her. Finally, Carl was breathing normally again, and he cupped her ass and began fucking his big hard boner in and out of her cunt. Angie assumed they were fucking now.
At first it just felt uncomfortable, but after a while she started to like it. His stiff prick was rubbing up and down her clit, and she started getting little stabs of pleasure from that. It made her cream again, and the way was slicker and easier for his steadily pistoning cock.
"Mmmmm!" Angie gurgled.
Yes, this could get to feeling pretty good. She creamed some more, and the ache in her crammed cunt went away. She felt mounting excitement as her new husband worked his thick cock deep into her juicy little cunt. Now she was getting little jolts of pleasure from both her cunt and her clit.
She relaxed under him and arched her body a little, rubbing her clit greedily against his fucking cock shaft. The more hot friction she got on her clit, the better it felt. She was beginning to love the deep pistoning action of his cock, and she found herself wanting his prick as deep as she could get it.
"Mmmmm, darling, yessss!" she moaned.
"Ssshhh!" Carl hissed.
Angie bit her hp. She should have guessed that her stern older husband wouldn't approve of her showing any pleasure. He believed as her parents did, that nice girls didn't enjoy sex. So if she got lusty and excited, that meant she was a bad girl. She was just supposed to he there and endure the fucking, not like it.
Angie found that very hard to do. She could see how she could come to really love fucking. She was liking it a lot already. She knew she'd like it even more if she could let herself go, writhe and moan and gurgle. She had a crazy urge to grab Carl's ass and knead it.
She wanted to run her hands over his big hard body, squeeze his balls, stick her tongue in his mouth-but she sensed that he wouldn't approve. She did her best to stay still and quiet, but the longer he fucked her, the more aroused she got.
Was Carl enjoying it, or was he just doing his husbandly duty? It was hard to tell. He fucked her in a slow steady motion, and he did it for a long time. But finally he seemed to show some excitement. He began breathing loudly and harshly, and he fucked into her steadily faster.
Angie really liked that. The faster he pistoned his long stiff cock in her eager young cunt, the more excited she got and the more pleasure she felt. Her hips started moving of their own accord, jerking to his rhythm. Her instincts made her fuck right back at him.
"Lie still!" Carl barked.
Angie could have cried with frustration. What was so wrong with her own natural instincts? Why couldn't she let go and be herself? She felt wild with excitement, and she wanted to show it with her body and her voice, but Carl obviously didn't think that was decent.
He got over his anger and acted excited again, fucking into her fast and hard. Her slim body shuddered with the impact, but Angie loved his roughness. Without realizing it, she'd been horny for years. Her natural healthy sex drive had been thwarted when her parents refused to let her date.
Now all that stored-up lust was coming out as she creamed all over her husband's deep-driving cock. She could just manage to keep still and quiet, but she couldn't do anything about her helpless creaming. The molten juice flooded her cunt and drenched Carl's fucking prick. She felt the pleasure building in her cunt till she wanted to wail.
Then something totally unexpected happened. Angie felt a delicious hard explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt, and it rattled through every bone in her body. Dizzily, she realized that she was having her first climax.
"Ohhhhh, God, ohhhhh, whaaahhhhh!" she howled.
"Awwww, Lord, awwwwww!" Carl groaned.
Angie felt her cunt being flooded with his jetting jism, and she sobbed with ecstasy. She had a long hard come, and she felt really happy. But the moment he finished coming, Carl rolled off her, turned his back and went to sleep. He didn't even give her a good-night kiss.
That was the whole story of their sex life, those long silent fucks in the dark. Carl was always on top, and he never let Angie express her excitement. Usually she managed to have an orgasm, but she learned to be quiet when she came. The whole experience left her feeling empty and unfulfilled.
Now that Carl was dead and she was working for the Mannings, she understood why she'd felt empty. She saw what she'd been missing. Sex was supposed to be fun, for chrissake! A woman was supposed to moan, writhe, and show her pleasure. Angie realized what she'd been missing, and she regretted all those wasted years-with Carl.
More and more, she was thinking that Carl and her parents had been just plain wrong. She didn't see anything shameful about her body or her natural sexual urges. She didn't see anything wrong in a woman loving sex. How could it be wrong, when it felt so good?
Angie was still puzzling over these things when Brad and Nicole got home from work.
"God, I'm bushed," Nicole sighed. "Mondays are a bitch. Angie, will you come to my room and give me a massage?"