Chapter 2
I don't suppose that matters would have gotten out of hand between me and Glenda, if my wife Cindy had been halfway normal about the sex thing. Let me tell you something about her, so you'll know what I mean.
The first time I met Cynthia was in my senior year at City College. I didn't care too much for her at the time because she was such a snotty bitch, always walking with her nose pointed up in the air.
I guess Cindy fell in love with me, because I wasn't like the other boys she knew. I wasn't always fawning after her like a lovesick puppy. I didn't give a damn for her phony pretensions. Actually I even tried to avoid her in the beginning, and believe me when I tell you that I had no intention whatsoever of marrying her.
But Cindy had different plans for me, and in a way, you might say, she tricked me into it. You should have seen the way she went after me, in the beginning, chasing me all over the campus, always bumping into me, always bothering me till I thought I would go out of my mind.
At first I resisted her wiles, but finally I gave in and asked her for a date. I'll never forget that night for as long as I live. It was a warm Friday evening toward the end of May. I picked Cindy up about eight, and we took the subway to Broadway, where we saw some creepy movie, the name of which escapes me at the moment. We did a little necking inside, and afterwards we went to Howard Johnson's for some ice cream.
All in all, it started out as a pretty simple date, and I got her back to her apartment, in Brooklyn, where she lived with her parents and her older sister, at about a quarter to twelve that night. We stood around in the hallway a bit and we talked about the movie, and about school and about the weather-ordinary things, just ordinary things.
Then suddenly, she turned to me and said: "Paul, you know I'm in love with you. Why do you always avoid me? I can't understand it at all. I practically had to beg you to take me out. What's wrong?"
Her words caught me off guard, and I didn't know what to say.
"What'sthe matter Paul" she repeated. "Don't you like the way I look."
Oh, she was a beautiful girl all right. Her black hair was long and silky, and she was wearing a bright green sweater that fitted tightly against the curve of her soft bosom. She walked up to me and threw her arms around my neck, and looked straight into my face.
"You know," she whispered. "I can be real nice to you, honey. I'm a pretty liberal girl, and I kind of like you."
She pressed herself up against me and she kissed me hard against the mouth. My hands shot around her waist. They trembled as they inched their way down the small of her back. I half expected her to slap me as my fingers fell onto her ass. But she didn't do a thing.
"Don't be scared," she said. "I don't mind."
I rubbed up her ass nice and softly, squeezing and pinching her buttocks, rubbing her thighs. Slowly I bent down and pulled up her skirt. Underneath she was wearing a pair of silk stockings which made a soft purr of a sound as my hands rubbed against them. I reached up to her lace panties and I could feel that she was wet at the crotch. I rubbed her pussy through her panties, and I could feel the swollen folds of her labia responding to my touch. She moaned as I massaged the warmth of her inner thigh.
"Oh, Paul that's good," she whispered into my ear.
I was surprised. You've got to remember that this was my first date with her, and I never expected to get this far-not on the first date at least. Most of the other guys that had taken her out reported that she was a cold fish, and that the most they had ever gotten out of her was a french kiss and feel through her clothes. And to get that far with her, they had to take her out at least six or seven times.
But here I was, after the first date, with my hands up her dress, rubbing up her pussy and she wasn't even trying to stop me. I started to sweat all over, and my cock grew hard and erect, pressing against my pants. Because we were standing close to one another, she must have felt it. She looked up at me and she smiled sweetly
"You're a big boy," she said. "I can tell that you're real big. Come on inside."
She opened the door to her apartment and in we went. Her parents were fast asleep, and the place was dark and musky smelling. We couldn't go to her bedroom, because her sister was in there, so we ended up in the kitchen.
"Do you like me?" she asked.
"Sure I like you," I replied, my erection still pressing against my trousers.
"I can see how much you like me," she smiled, licking her lips with her tongue.
She walked up to me and reached down toward my zipper and pulled open my fly as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Her fingers climbed inside, and she pulled out my organ, so that it was sticking out of my pants, pointed up in the air.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Okay," she nodded. "I don't mind. But in the ass. Did you ever fuck a girl in the ass?"
"No," I whispered. "Why can't we do it the way it's supposed to be done?"
"Cause we can't," she replied. "I want to be a virgin. You can do it to me in the ass, but you better make it fast or my parents will hear us and wake up. I'd hate for them to find us in here."
Cindy turned around, facing the wall. I walked over and gently hiked up her skirt. I undid her garter belt, and then rolled off her stockings one at a time. Next I pulled down her panties around her knees, so that the naked white mounds of her buttocks were completely exposed. I bent down and kissed them, rubbing her legs with my fingers. Her skin was soft and warm, scented with a most delightful sexual aroma. I pulled apart the cheeks of her buttocks, and inserted my middle finger into her tight little rectum. She giggled.
"That tickles, Paul."
I kissed her ass and bit it and licked the soft, silky white flesh with my hot tongue. I reached underneath and fumbled for her clitoris, tracing the outline of her pussy with my fingernails. She cried ever so softly, as I grabbed the slippery honey pearl between my thumb and forefinger and stroked it. I kept stroking it till she almost screamed.
"Ohhhh. ... stop it," she warned. I'll wake my parents up. Stop doing that to me."
"But I want you to enjoy it," I replied. "You won't enjoy it if I do it to you in the ass."
"Let me be the judge of that," she whispered. "Go on and do it to me. Slide your cock into my ass-hole. I like it best that way."
"Don't you like it the normal way?" I asked.
"Oh stop asking me so many stupid questions," she chafed. "I can't stand waiting for you to do it to me. My stupid sister will be coming out of her room any minute now. Come on, make it quick."
I slid up against her from the back, cupping my hands around her tits as I jammed my prick into her ass. She moved herself real nice, shaking her bottom as I made the initial penetration. If you ever fucked a girl in the ass, you know that it's tight. That's the way it was once I was inside of Cindy. I felt as though I was getting squeezed to death as I rubbed myself against her. I massaged her breasts with my fingers, and I kissed her tenderly on the erogenous regions of her neck and below her hair. She cooed softly and I could tell that she was enjoying every minute of it.
Well, it didn't take me long to come inside of her. I just shot my load squirt after squirt, as she crossed her legs, yanking at my cock with her whole body.
"Ahhhhh...." she finally sighed when it was all over. She bent down and she kissed my cock and licked it off till it was clean and bone dry. Then she put it into my pants and she zipped me up.
She pulled up her panties, snapping them against her tummy. Then she rolled on her stockings, clipping the edges with the buckles of her garter belt. After wards, she patted down her skirt and brushed back her beautiful black hair.
"You know, Paul," she whispered. I can feel you come, all warm and sticky inside of my ass. Boy you sure shot a big load."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Sure I did, but I don't want you to get any ideas or anything like that."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, you know how boys are. Once they get inside a girl's dress, they go around and brag all over the place. I've got a reputation, and I'd like to keep it."
"I know what you mean," I answered. "My lips are sealed. By the way, do you do this with everyone on the first date."
Cindy suddenly shot a dirty look at me, her eyes filled with venom. "What the hell do you mean by that? Do you think I'm a tramp? You're the first boy that ever did that to me. The most I ever let a boy do was put his hands underneath my skirt and feel me up."
"Then why did you make an exception with me."
"Because I love you and because you're going to marry me one day."
"How do you know?"
"I know," smiled Cindy. I'm the kind of girl that gets whatever she wants. You'll marry me all right You haven't got a chance Paul, not a chance in the world."
I know that I shouldn't have gotten involved, not after she warned me. But I was irresistibly drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. We started going out pretty regularly, and after a couple of months we went steady. During all that time, I must confess Cindy never let me fuck her-the normal way, that is. She let me put it into her ass. She'd give me pretty good hand jobs, and she didn't mind sucking me off. But when it came to a good, old fashioned lay, it was strictly taboo.
Maybe that's what kept me chasing after her? Because I wanted to get into her cunt, and she wouldn't let me, it became an obsession with me. I kept thinking, visualizing in my mind what it would be like to stick it in between her legs, to shove it into her slit, to jack it off inside of her pussy.
"Sorry," Cindy would say. "But you can't get all of me until after we get married. I'm still a virgin, you know, and I intend to remain a virgin."
"What the hell kind of a virgin, do you think you are?" I would reply.
I'm a technical virgin," she would laugh, waving her hands in the air as she dismissed my arguments.
Finally, like a schmuck, I took the big plunge. I asked her to marry me. In the beginning I was pretty happy about the arrangement. You see, I sort of fell in love with Cindy, and they say love is blind.
But soon I started to awaken to certain things. I learned that Cindy was frigid as an iceberg. Yes, that's what I said. She was a cold, cold fish. She didn't enjoy sex, and during our courtship, she had only pretended to enjoy herself because she wanted to lure me into marriage.
When I wanted to fuck her, she would make all kinds of excuses not to. Either she had a headache, or she was too tired, or she had to wake up early the next morning or she wanted to watch the late movie-excuses, excuses, always excuses.
When she let me do it to her, it was as though she was doing me a favor. Believe me it can be rather disconcerting when a woman yawns just as you're about to have your orgasm.
At first I thought that it might be my fault, that I wasn't a good lover. I read books, I went to lectures, I even saw a marriage counselor and asked for his advice. Still, there was no way that I could thaw her out. Cindy simply didn't like sex, especially intercourse, and on those rare occasions when she did let me do it to her, I ended up feeling disgusted with myself. Maybe we would have been able to straighten matters out, if Cindy would at least have acknowledged that she had a problem. The funny thing is that she didn't think that there was anything wrong with her.
I'm not crazy," she would scream at me during our regular arguments. "Why the hell do you think that I should go to a shrink? I think that you're the one who's crazy, always wanting to fuck me. You get home from work, and that's the only thing that you have on your mind."
"But it's normal," I would say to her.
"It's dirty, and it's ugly," she would shout. "There's nothing normal about it. If you want to do it to me, then go ahead. But don't expect me to enjoy it, because I won't."
"Don't you love me anymore?" I would ask.
"Of course I love you," she would cry. "But sex isn't love. Love is something that's wholesome. Love is soft and love is sweet. Sex is sweaty and dirty. Why isn't it enough just to hold me quietly? Why do you always grab for me, trying to touch my cunt as though it were a treasure? Why can't you leave me alone?"
The situation got worse and worse, culminating finally after the birth of our daughter Glenda. You see, Cindy had a rather difficult childbirth, and when she got back from the hospital she was full of venom.
I'll never go through that again," she told me.
Ever since that day the two of us have lived apart. We still continued to sleep in the same bedroom, but in separate beds. I tried many times to seduce her, and once when I was drunk I even tried to force her to have sex with me. But Cindy simply refused, and there was nothing I could do about it, absolutely nothing.
I know what most of you are thinking at this moment. You're probably wondering why I haven't divorced her? Well, that's a hard question to answer. I probably should have dumped her right in the beginning, but there was something about her that I didn't want to lose. Aside from our conjugal difficulty, Cindy was a model wife, a good cook, a wonderful homemaker and a fantastic companion. If the two of us didn't have an exciting marriage, at least it was a comfortable one. We had a beautiful daughter, a nice house, a business that was thriving, a good social life, and separation was simply out of the question.
As far as sex goes, my wife Cindy didn't mind if I got it out in the streets.
"Look, sweetie," she said to me on more than one occasion. "There are plenty of good looking whores. I'll understand if you do it with them, just as long as you're discreet You know I wouldn't want any kind of a scandal, especially for Glenda's sake."
The years passed by quickly and I watched my beautiful daughter Glenda grow from a mere snip of a girl, into a comely young adolescent with a round warm body that was so reminiscent of her mother's body. In fact, Glenda turned into a carbon copy of her mother with the same long, flowing hair, and the same soft, succulent body that curved so delightfully.
I guess I couldn't help what happened between me and her on that Sunday morning. I tried to stop myself. I tried very hard, but there was no way for me to turn back. I know incest is a sin, an evil forbidden act, and yet that first time was impossible for me to resist.