Chapter 1

Mike Rucker had come closer to fucking Janet Young's virgin pussy than any other man before her husband. Sometimes, now, when her husband failed to satisfy her, and her pussy ached for the throbbing heat of a hard cock fucking her to a cunt-bursting cum, Janet Young regretted the fact that she had turned Mike's cock away from her virgin pussy so many years ago. This would be so much different now if she had let Mike screw her, so very different. Maybe that was why the letter had affected her so much.

Normally, there should have been no reason for Janet's agitation or her tension-building feeling of excitement; after all, the form letter and brochure that had just arrived in the morning mail was only a charming brochure from the Bar X Dude Ranch outside Phoenix, Arizona, which described the different activities and scenic delights along with beautiful color photos and vacation rates.

She and Peter had received many such brochures from travel agencies, most of them overpriced and uninteresting. They had written for more information from others and had never really seriously considered any of them, mainly because they were too expensive. But now, Peter had his yearly holiday coming up and for the first time they had saved up and decided to go away somewhere special, someplace that was not outrageously expensive. This brochure might be exactly what they were looking for, for their vacation.

But there, was something else in the brochure that caused Janet Young a little shiver of exhilaration and excitement. Something she had thought she had lost track of forever.

The scrawled signature reproduced at the bottom of the brochure had caused the tremor of excitement. There at the bottom of the page was the name Mike Rucker, owner of the Bar X Dude Ranch. She remembered so much about Mike. There had been parties and picnics and petting. Her high school days, she reflected, had been pretty normal. They had done the same things other teenagers had done in the decades before them. Oh, there had been a few wild rebels around, and there had been some of the students who were experimenting with drugs ... mostly pot. Yes, it was really fun to be a part of it all then, and Mike Rucker had been a part of her life! Maybe that's why she found it so difficult to rid her mind of him. There had been a time when she had, seriously, considered marrying him. She would have except ... except what? She had been wildly in love with Mike, for almost all of her senior year in high school. Then she had accepted his invitation to spend a weekend at his parents summer home down in the southern part of the state.

They and another couple had made the trip southward in Mike Rucker's parents' car. Laura Donnelly and Steve Baker, the other couple, were both friends of Mike's. They were already engaged to be married as soon as they got out of school, and they soon made it known, without shyness, that they were fucking, and that they welcomed the opportunities afforded by this weekend away from school.

Janet had been taken aback by their forthright frankness. Oh, she had known of some other couples who had fucked, some of them had even gone away together for vacations, but the idea was repugnant to her. After all, marriage was too sacred to be betrayed by such self-indulgence; however, she held her tongue, biting back her criticism and withholding her judgment. She reserved her personal feelings about it; fucking before marriage just wasn't for her She could be tolerant to other people, though; that was the least she could do, she had told herself.

Naturally, there had been some hot and heavy petting sessions with Mike. She had learned to care for him, welcoming his advances, the preliminaries, at least, to a more intimate relationship. She had thrilled to be in his arms, to give and receive kisses, to fondle and be fondled, up to a point! Somehow, she had always seemed to know the limits, keeping him in line when his hands wandered too far or his ardor rose too high.

Things might have been different had Mike's parents been there, but as it turned out, they had had to stay in town at the last minute and weren't going to make it down for the weekend. The inkling was there, in the back of her mind, but she had ignored it. Only later, did she begin to realize that Mike had known all along that they wouldn't be able to make it to the cabin.

He had joked about it, off-handedly. "Well, we're going to miss some of my mother's good cooking but I suppose we can get by if you girls know how to use a can opener."

"I think I know how to light the oven so we can heat up some TV dinners," Laura volunteered, an impish grin crinkling her pixie face, her deep blue eyes dancing.

Steve Baker captured Laura's lithe body in his powerful arms and told her, "All you need to do this weekend is light my fire and keep it going!"

"It's more like cumming, isn't it?" Mike rejoined with a lewd laugh, glancing at Janet to see her embarrassed reaction.

Janet was worried. Mike's parents not being home put everything into a new frame of reference. Her parents had let her come only on Mike's assurance that it was with his folks' knowledge and approval, and they had assumed, naturally, that they would be there to chaperone their son's guests. The way it was turning out she, Laura, and Steve were Mike's guests.

"But, Mike, I thought you said they'd be here?"

"Well, they're not!" he replied, apologetically. "Dad has a red-hot customer he's entertaining that came into town on the spur of the moment."

"That sort of changes things," she observed.

"Not really!" Mike reminded her. "Laura and Steve are here."

"Relax, Janet and enjoy it!" Laura advised.

"No sweat!" Steve said casually.

Mike headed for the door. "Come on, Steve, let's get the stuff out of the car!"

Laura and Steve made no pretense of setting up in separate bedrooms, which bothered Janet. They seemed to be uncaringly flaunting their illicit relationship. At Mike's invitation and suggestion, they put their bags in the master bedroom, with its king-sized bed and private adjoining bath..

Then Mike put her in the guest bedroom, while he took over his old room. That arrangement suited Janet, for although she and Mike had talked of marriage in an off-hand way, he hadn't produced a ring or a formal proposal of marriage yet! Even if they had been engaged, she would not have considered fucking like Laura Donnelly and Steve Baker were doing. She had wondered at the time what she would have done if Mike had suggested such an arrangement with her. It was hard to know in advance what she would do, but this she did know. There would be no screwing around until she had married the man she loved.

Janet found the refrigerator and freezer well stocked, and soon she and Laura had fixed a hot meal. Mike opened a bottle of wine to drink with the food, and by common consent they skipped the formality of the dining room and ate from trays in the well-furnished living room.

Later, they moved outside to the swimming pool terrace with a second bottle of wine. It was a balmy, early spring night, as such nights can only be in Southern California. Janet felt a little giddy from the wine and it was such a romantic evening. Laura and Steve had had a little more to drink than she had, but Mike had drunk sparingly, which she realized was not like him.

Suddenly, Laura announced, "Let's all go swimming, I haven't been in swimming for just ages and ages!"

"You're on as long as we can go skinny-dipping!" Steve agreed with a lewd chortle. He was looking at Janet.

She was flustered. "I'll go in," she agreed, "but I'm going to wear my new bikini!"

Mike said, "It won't be as much fun unless everybody does it and it's late enough, I don't think we'll have any nosy neighbours."

"I'm sorry!" Janet replied, firmly. "I'm wearing my suit!"

"Okay! Okay! We'll all wear suits then!" Mike grumbled.

They changed into swim suits. Laura was breathtaking, beautifully blonde, in the skimpiest bikini Janet had ever seen. She would never have worn it! They swam and dived for a while, before Laura and Steve gravitated to the shallow end of the pool. The water was only chest high there. They were in each other's arms, and as Janet crawled out of the water, starting to dry and fluff her hair with a big beach towel, she saw that Laura's bikini top. was off, her hugely billowing titties floating, provocatively, in the water between them. Steve's big hands were busy on Laura's body, then, as Janet saw him sink beneath the surface to emerge with something wet and bubbly in his hand which he tossed to the tiled apron of the pool, she realized they were both now nude. Steve's trunks and Laura's bikini nestled together in a wet pile at the edge of the pool!

Janet sat down on a wooden chair and leaned back, drying herself to ward off the chill of the air on her wet skin, and watching, fascinated, the couple in the pool. She watched in spite of herself.

The two naked people in the water were oblivious. Their mouths were welded together above; below, their bodies melded, fluidly,. and their hands searched and fondled sensuously.

As she sat and watched, mesmerized, her golden hair fluffed out, Janet tried, desperately, not to play the voyeur, but it was hard not to watch when the ones being ogled didn't seem to care. She was drying her hair, carefully, peeking around the towel so as not to be obvious and wondering worriedly to herself just how far the nakedly aroused couple in the water would go. Would they fuck? No! She reasoned, they wouldn't go that far. They wouldn't dare, would they?

Then, beneath the surface of the clear water, she saw Laura's legs rise, spread wide and capture Steve's waist, her hips undulate, as she supported herself now with her arms around the boy's thick neck.

Mike, who had gone into the house in search of a fresh pack of cigarettes, came back out onto the terrace and flopped down onto the lounge next to Janet. He dragged gratefully at the smoke, narrowing his eyes, as he perceived the activity in the pool. Covertly, he glanced at Janet, saw that she, too, was watching the fucking pair, and cleared his throat to speak.

"Ah, ahem, I don't want to spoil your fun, kiddies," he said, sarcastically, "no fucking in the nice clean pool water, please?"

"Spoilsport!" Laura said, looking around at him, her eyes glazed with passion, as below, Steve's ample cock drove up into her squirming pussy below the surface of the water.

"Okay, I'm a bastard too, I suppose, but don't get the jizz in the water, we wouldn't want somebody getting pregnant, accidentally." He cast a sidelong, lewdly meaningful look at Janet. "Especially," he went on, "any innocent young virgins!"

"Come on, let's go inside!" Steve said. "Aw, do we have to?" Laura asked. She was petulant.

"We're guests, honey and the man doesn't want the swimming pool water polluted with my cum!" he told her.

"Oh, and it was just getting good," Laura complained, "and we've never done it this way before!"

Steve pulled away from her. "Inside, Laura!" he told her. "We can finish it later! Come on!" He swam the few strokes to the edge of the pool, hauled his muscular, wet body from the water and turned to help her.

Janet saw his cock clearly, as it speared out from his body, huge and throbbing, and she gasped, involuntarily. His prick was fully erect. Massive was the word that swirled through her brain! Steve's cock was massive, and she wanted to look away, in shame and embarrassment; instead, her eyes were drawn to it, almost hypnotically, and she found herself wondering how any woman could possible be fucked by something like that up in her pussy!

Mike watched Janet, narrowly, as she watched Steve and Laura. His mind was clicking over fast, measuring the possibilities. He was never one to allow any opportunity to pass him by if he could help it.

Laura wriggled out of the water, Steve boosting" her up easily, and her lovely naked body, dripping wet, was exposed to them completely for an instant before they turned and dashed into the house.

Watching them go, now, Mike felt the tumescence begin in the shaft of his own cock; the crawling, lifting action of his balls drawing up tight to his body, signaling his rising arousal. He looked at Janet and saw the full rise of her huge tits, inside the more demure halter top she wore, and below, the smooth taper of her thighs, the good knees and long curve of her calves. She sat there, in her embarrassment, still toweling at her long, blonde hair, unable to look at him or to say anything. It was Mike who broke the silence.

"They must have been really turned on," he observed.

"I suppose so." She was noncommittal. Then, shyly, she asked, 'Would they have gone ahead and...?" She paused, unable to put it into words.

"Fucked?" Mike supplied, then answered, "Hell, yes, if I know them!"

"Even with us watching?" She was jarred by the word he'd just spoken aloud.

"Yeah, they probably would." He smiled that lewd smile again, and added, "Steve is hung pretty heavy, isn't he?"

"He is...?" she asked, innocently.

"Yeah, don't tell me you didn't notice the size of his cock?"

Her face colored. "Oh."

"Yes ... oh!"

Suddenly, Janet stood up, sensing that he was, somehow, leading up to something. She didn't know what, but intuitively, she knew she had to get away from him for now. "It's getting late," she said lamely. "I think I'll go in and go to bed."

Mike was standing tall before her, now, and was reaching out for her. "There's no point in disturbing them. Let's stay out here for a while."

Abruptly, she was in his strong arms. His mouth sought for and found hers. He kissed her hard, flattening and spreading her lips open, and his tongue darted into her mouth to probe and savor. She resisted him, for a moment, then relaxed, allowing her own tongue to writhe against his. It would be all right, she told herself. This would only be a little petting. She could allow him that as long as he didn't try to go too far and touch her down in her little pussy.

Reaching behind her, Mike undid the ties of her halter top and slipped his hand underneath to capture the full, cool smoothness of a huge white tit. His strong fingers kneaded the sensitive flesh, rolling the tender cone of the nipple tantalizingly, until it speared out hard and distended. It was the first time he had touched her naked flesh. Janet knew, deep in the inner recesses of her mind, that she should repel him, make him stop, right then, but along with the frightened, hollowness she felt, in the pit of her stomach, was another, stronger, feeling that keened through her cunt. It was a tiny spark of sensate passion trying to ignite the tinder of her never-fucked body.

She freed her lips, momentarily, to gasp, weakly, "No, Mike, darling! We mustn't ... we can't ... I"

"Can't what?" he mumbled.

"We can't ... go any further!"

"The hell we can't!" he choked, bearing her down to a large, plastic-covered cushion lying on the terrace, her halter top coming off completely. She grabbed for it to cover herself, but he was too fast for her. He ripped the garment from her hands and tossed it aside, as his weight came down heavily on top of her. He claimed her lips again with his avid mouth.

His hands began to explore the lovely contours of her body, caressing the magnificent billowing swell of her tits, cupping, kneading and massaging them, each in turn, until she felt them tingle and swell, the distended nipples beginning to ache with need; then his voracious mouth followed and complemented his hands, as he sucked a cameo-pink, berry-like nipple, rolling it and stretching it between his lips. Then he bit one, lightly, scraping his teeth along its erect length. The tiny spark she had felt before smoldered higher, and she sensed her danger. He was after more, he wanted more than just petting, fondling and kissing. He wanted to screw her. A moan came, unbidden, to her lips.

"Please, darling, no!" she begged. Oooooh!"

It was as though she hadn't spoken. He didn't hear her; indeed, he wouldn't hear. His hands prowled her body, with a mind of their own, so to speak, leaving her sensuously throbbing tits now to roam over her ribs and down across the smooth flatness of her belly to the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

Worming a hand under the waistband, he rummaged in the soft golden curls of her pussy hairs, rubbing her purposefully, brushing and teasing at the velvety strands until she prickled between her legs and attempted to squirm her hips away from his titillating manipulation. Still, his hand followed to taunt her, a long finger sliding down into the sensitive, fleshy fold of her cuntlips to find the throbbingly erect miniature phallus there. Her clitoris's condition of gently throbbing sensitivity told him of his success. She was getting hot to fuck in spite of her puritanical little protests.

The arcing sensations his finger generated in her sent a different message to her. The sexual part of the message she ignored. It was the signal of alarm she heeded. It was time to stop or else! Else what? She didn't want to contemplate it but she would not, under any circumstances, surrender her virtue or her virginity!

She moaned up into his mouth, unable to contain herself, as her body worked at cross purposes to her coolly rational mind, and she found herself writhing almost helplessly on his plundering fingers.

"Oh, my darling, Mike!" she panted up into his face. "We've got to stop! Oh, God, you know we can't do it!"

But, suddenly, he had taken hold of the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and with a sudden, smooth working movement, stripped them from her, the material tearing, the ripping sound loud in the still night air. Quickly, he shrugged out of his own swim trunks and tossed them aside to Join the tiny heap of her now useless bathing suit.

Janet didn't have a chance to protest, as he, once again, pinned her down, his hotly searching mouth capturing hers and his hand returning to rapidly taunt her heated pussy. Now, his finger played at the moistly pulsating mouth of her cunt for a moment, before slipping inside to tease in tiny rimming circles just inside the smooth, hair-fringed opening. Against the white, warmly tingling flesh of her hip she felt a huge throbbing presence. It was his cock. Oh God, everything had gotten out of hand. She was letting him go too far already!

His fingers continued to tease at her sensually aroused pussy, burrowing deeper and deeper into the wet, softly throbbing passage. She jerked, spasmodically, a soul-searing moan emitting from deep in her chest, almost like an animal cry for freedom, and she arched her neck, rolling her head, flailingly, from side to side, her naked loins attempting to writhe themselves back and away from his tormenting fingers, in a futile endeavor to escape his wanton fingerfucking of her untouched pussy. She was like an animal in a trap; the more she struggled to escape, the more tightly she was held.

"OOoooh, no, no, nooooooo!" she muttered, grinding her teeth as she fought against him and against herself. She couldn't, she mustn't let it happen. Never! The word ricocheted around inside her skull. She had to stop him now!

Again, Mike brought his head down to her hotly quivering tit, cupping its resilient fullness in his hand and sucking the tiny, throbbing nipple deep into the wet warmth of his mouth. Flaming sensations of desire raged in her, uncontrollably and involuntarily her hips, below, undulated on his lewdly manipulating fingers.

"Dear God, Oh ... ooooooooohh!" she moaned, knowing she must stop him before it was too late and he fucked his cock up into her pussy, but not knowing how to put an end to it.

His wet, hungry mouth had begun a gentle nibbling along her naked shoulder, his nipping teeth sending tiny racing thrills through her and raising goose bumps all over her tingling body. She shivered unrestrainedly from the unexpectedly delicious sensation. Then his lips were fastened tightly to an erectile nipple once more, the sucking pressure harder this time, as he moved it in and out between his firm lips, while at the same time maintaining the strong erotic suction. It felt so wonderfully fulfilling to her that she found herself, against her will, pushing her tit up tighter into his mouth.

Now, he. eased his finger from her cunt, allowing it to flick hotly at her tiny hardening clit for a moment or two, before it joined his other hand in caressing the soft firmness of her flat belly, wandering over her thighs in long, fondling exploratory pilgrimages, her satiny flesh sensitive to his every move on it.

She tried to protest in words and with her hands, but neither would respond. Her body wanted to go on and on, disobeying the rational mind that told her it couldn't continue, and while this battle raged within her, his mouth played for long, delicious, sensation-producing moments around her swelling, throbbing tits, giving her sensations she had never before experienced. Restlessly, his mouth moved around and between them, his tongue trailing wetly through the narrow, fleshy cleft between the firm, magnificent mounds, as "he alternated his attention to each in turn.

Slitheringly, his body moved down over her, his mouth blazing a trail over the flat plane of her quivering belly, while below his painfully jerking cock moved along the furrow of her tightly clamped-together legs, her thighs trembling with the contact in a mixture of fear and a strangely lewd anticipation.

In passing, he bored his tongue into her navel, which brought soft mewls and uncontrolled gasps of pleasure from her now openly panting mouth.

Again, she endeavored to stop him. She knew she must, but it was as though she were paralyzed, or under a hypnotic spell, as she felt his mouth move on her, ever lower and lower. There was a tiny inkling in her, momentarily, that he intended to fuck his cock into her pussy, and at the same moment, her mind rejected the idea, her hips, mindlessly, undulated upward to receive the salacious sensations that would be coming to her.

Lower yet, his tantalizing mouth moved, and maddening patterns' of lewdly indecent sensations trailed after his hotly swirling tongue and nipping teeth; then, somehow, she knew that she could not resist any longer, that she would not, now, stop him in his quest to screw her.

Then, she felt his hands on her thighs. He was firmly pressing them open; indeed, she knew for sure that all resistance had flown from her, as she allowed him with firm but gentle force to spread her legs slowly apart. She heard his rasping gasp of delight at the instant her gently palpitating little pussy was exposed to his lustful eyes.

"Damn!" he grunted. 'That's going to be nice and tight!"

She sucked in her breath, gasping; then she felt Mike's thumbs on either side, pressing outward to spread and expose the soft, golden, hair-ringed lips of her cringing, untried pussy. The coolness of the night air washed over the warm, coral flesh, and she shivered, convulsively. Oh! He was going to fuck her, and she had to stop him before it was too late! But why couldn't she do it? What was it in her that kept her lewdly lying there with her legs spread shamelessly open while he had his way with her?

And, suddenly, his head was there, between her thighs, his tongue flicking out, sinuously, the tip of it making wet, electrifying contact with the pulsing bud of her clit, causing it to throb to even harder erectness. Under his voracious kisses, he felt it pulsate and move slightly in its sheath, exposing it yet more to his wetly flicking tongue.

Searing sensations raced through her, as a high whine of pleasure escaped her lips, uncontrollably, and she gyrated her loins up to him wantonly, offering him the whole of her nakedly steaming cunt.

"OOOOooooohhhhhhhh!" she moaned, wanting it to go on forever.

She felt his fingers move down to open the lips of her cunt wider, exposing the wetly pulsing passage to him, and suddenly he dropped his tongue from her clit to fuck it deeply into the pink, dewy-wet flesh of her throbbingly expectant cunthole.

Her body spasmed deliciously from the sudden, electric contact, then, convulsively, hardly believing what she was doing, even as she did it, her hands reached down to entangle her fingers in his still damp hair. Wantonly, she pulled his face in hard and tight to her demanding loins. Inside the warm sheath of her sensitive cunt, his tongue fucked in and out, pausing occasionally to circle around and around maddeningly, the tip flicking against the wet, juicy walls of her pussy, generating insane spasms of pure delightfully erotic sensations. Never before had she experienced the wildness that rocked through her whole naked body.

"OOOOoooooooh! My Gooooooooodddddddd!" A long, agonized groan escaped from deep in her throat. She was trying to find words, and then she heard herself moaning, "Mike. Oh, Mike! You've got to stop, my darling! We can't go on! We just can t!

To her amazement and strange, confused disappointment, he was moving up over her, leaving her unsatiated cunt burningly alive with the fires of her desire, and he was kissing her again, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat, as he took her hand and curled her fingers partially around the shaft of his heavily throbbing cock. Demandingly, his hand held hers there, in place.

She surprised herself, even, as she let her hand remain where he had placed it. It was the first time she had touched a man's cock. It was enormous, absolutely huge, and it was warm and throbbing against the palm of her hand. Until she had seen Steve's a few minutes ago, she hadn't realized a man's prick could be so massive. God! He wanted to ram that thing up inside her! Why, it would kill her, rip her cunt, split her in two, but the exciting feel of it, throbbing impatiently in her hand, was delightful. There was so much potential power, there, and the very idea of its fucking into her was exhilarating. How she'd love to have it buried up inside her inflamed cunt this very moment! Somehow, there was nothing strange to her in her simultaneous feelings of revulsion and salacious attraction.

Instinctively, she began stroking and massaging the hotly pulsating shaft of his prick, pushing the loose, heavy foreskin back and feeling the satiny smoothness of the cockhead; it jerked involuntarily in her hand, and she gripped it harder, the better to feel the pulsating, lewd demand it was making.

Then, filled with .curiosity, wanting to know more, she slipped her hand downward, feeling for his balls, their soft hairiness and the silky but somewhat crinkled texture of them amazing her, as she fingered them gently. Somewhere, she had heard how fragile and susceptible men's balls were to physical hurt, so she stroked them with extra gentleness, lovingly, holding them gingerly in the palm of her hand.

Above her, Mike was grunting between panting breaths. His teeth ground together, and she knew, somehow, that he had reached the point of no return in his passionate quest of her. Then, she felt a warm wetness on her thigh, and she wondered if he had reached his cum. Was it his juice on her leg? No, his cock in her hand was still as hard as a rock. Then it must be the preparatory juices men produce, she decided.

"Janet ... Janet, my God!" he began to hiss into her ear. "I want you, Janet! I've got to fuck you now!"

She was glad she could still speak rationally, although it was an effort. "No, please, darling no! It wouldn't be right and you'd hate me afterward," she moaned, and even though she thoroughly detested the four-letter-word obscenity he had used, it sent a shock wave of lewd excitement crashing through her, as her cunt quivered involuntarily with her built-up need for him.

"No, God I swear! Everything'll be the same, but I've got to fuck you, don't you see?" he whined passionately.

"It wouldn't be the same though," she reasoned. "I wouldn't be a ... She stopped, thinking. "I'd be used."

"A virgin? Virginity? Christ, Janet! That's only a state of mind I What difference would it make? You'll lose it sooner or later!"

"But, I want to save it until we're, until I'm married!" she told him.

"A wonderful idea," he mumbled. "I love you, Angel, and if you love me, too, it won't matter!"

Janet was sure she loved him. She hadn't meant to imply that he would marry her; that "we" had just slipped out, but her sentiment was right. That she knew! She had not lost sight of that yet. It was her physical being that kept telling her it would be all right, that she should go ahead and allow him to fuck her body, but all the while, her mind struggled to maintain control over her inflamed senses. She wanted it! She wanted him and his cock in her pussy and there seemed to be no stopping it. She was fighting a losing battle with herself!

He reached down then, with frantic hands, in an attempt to part her tightly clamped-together thighs, and at that very instant, something in her mind snapped back into its proper place. "Janet, honey, Angel Baby!" he choked. "Open your legs, damn it!"

"No, Mike! I can't let you! I don't want to be screwed like this! It'll ruin everything!" She was determined now. He would not use her for a tawdry little one-night fuck. There had to be more reason, a reason like marriage.

"I've got to get my cock in you! Got to fuck you!" he whined, pantingly. She hugged him tight to her and talked up into the wetness of his mouth, even as he struggled to squirm his thickly pulsing cock down between her fear-clenched thighs.

"Listen, darling, listen to me! Well both be sorry if I let you fuck me, don't you see? It'll mean more later if...." She caught herself. Mike had still not mentioned marriage and she would not force him. But, if he were to say it, commit himself, it would put things in a different perspective.

"Good God, Janet! I can't wait any longer!" he groaned.

Desperately, she kissed him hard, as he worked to part her legs, even minutely, his cock thrusting down through the upper part of her wet, hair-lined pussy furrow, fighting with insane blindness just below. But it was denied him by her hard-clamped thighs, his every futile stroke sending wild sensations through her as his lust-inflated cockhead rubbed hard against the erect, sensate bud of her clit.

In a few moments, if this continued, she knew all of her fine resolve would be destroyed. Her legs would part, instinctively, and voluntarily and he would ... she left the thought unfinished, unresolved.

Then, she knew. It was partial answer, at least. Frantically, she said, "Mike, please, darling, let me do something else for you."

She pleaded with him, knowing that she couldn't let him be completely frustrated. She couldn't let him remain in his present condition, without release. To do so would have been cruel, inhumane, and she even considered offering to suck his cock with her mouth, the thought of it repugnant to her even as she thought it. Again, Mike was deaf to her pleading. He continued his mindless attempts to get his huge cock between her legs and into her cunt where it belonged.

He raised himself up, now, and used his strong arms to lever her legs apart. She could resist him no longer. Her legs parted and he threw himself into the angle of them, wedging his hips in, solidly, an animal-like growl of elation ripping from his open mouth. "Now, well see. God damn it!"

Desperately, she reached down between them, just before his heavily pulsing cock fucked up her pussy hole, grabbing the hard, throbbing shaft of it in both her hands to deflect it from its tender target. She held it, tightly, for all she was worth.

With feral animality he rammed his cock forward, still trying to get it into her cunt, and as Janet gripped it, solidly, he continued to pump wildly for several strokes.

Janet had felt the shaft of his cock expand and contract in her hands, and helpless gasps of panting passion poured from him, again and again. Then, she felt the hot liquid of his cum-juice gushing thickly and wetly into the softly curling strands of her pussy hairs, and beginning to run down over her thighs, seeping down between them, and the pungent odor of his cum was heavy in the night air between them.

Panting, he collapsed on top of her, his breath raspy in his throat, and she held him close to her. God, she did love him, but she just couldn't give herself away cheaply. She caressed him, trying to let him know that she cared.

Finally, he rolled from on top of her, found a towel and handed it to her. "Sorry," he muttered. "I shouldn't have tried to force you I can give myself a hand-job any time I want!"

"Don't you understand? I want things to be right when I...." She tried to explain it to him, but she couldn't find the words, without referring to her real desire ... marriage.

"I understand plenty!" he snarled. "Gals like you are just cock-teasers! All kinds of promises, but no performance!"

He arose, picked up his trunks, and started for the door. "I'm going to bed!" he told her with finality.

Janet morosely wiped her flooded thighs and naked cunt with the towel, then draping it about her, she picked up her ruined bikini and padded into Mike's parents' home, went directly to her room, stepped into the shower, and washed herself clean. Her nerves were still keyed to a fine edge. She was the one who had been left frustrated and unfulfilled. Mike had had his release, of sorts, but it was she who had to cope with a body raised to fever pitch. Stretching out under the clean sheets, dressed in a clean nightie and fresh from the stinging, cold shower, she felt better and decided to read for awhile. She selected a mystery novel and settled down, hoping that welcome sleep would come to her soon.

Try as she might, she couldn't get it out of her mind. If only Mike had said something about marriage, she would have accepted him. She might even have indulged in premarital fucking with him, but Mike Rucker wasn't thinking about marriage, she realized.

He had never mentioned marriage. She had hopes that he would come to his senses and do the right thing. Maybe, tomorrow ... tomorrow. She was asleep.

Janet didn't know how long she had slept. Was it an hour, maybe two hours? She awoke, restlessly, shifted about trying to find a comfortable position, wanting to go back to sleep, but finding it futile. Finally, after several minutes of tossing about, she decided to go out onto the terrace to get some fresh air.

She slipped on a dressing robe and walked from her room into the hallway, which was lighted by a dim nightlight. The door to Mike's room, she noticed, was slightly ajar, a dim light coming from the interior. Hesitating a moment, she almost turned back, not wanting to see Mike again, just yet. Their next meeting should be in the clear light of day; however, she thought, he may have gone to sleep with the light on, and there would be no reason why she should not be able to pass his door.

There was no way she could have missed seeing the scene in Mike's room. She unconsciously glanced in as she passed. What she saw froze her to the spot, staring aghast.

The foot of the bed was toward her, so the participants had no way of knowing that she stood in the hall watching. Laura was kneeling down on top of Mike! Her curvaceous full, white asscheeks were spread wide, her tiny puckered asshole slightly visible in the open crevice, while just below her tightly clamped cunthole engulfed and absorbed Mike's long, pulsingly hard cock. As she watched, Laura rocked backward, and his huge cunt-splitting cock disappeared up inside her wet pussy hole, then, as her lithe body moved forward, it slid out, again, glistening, only the blood-inflated cockhead remaining just inside her cunt opening.

Fascinated, Janet watched, in spite of herself, and some of the questions flooding through her mind were answered, when she heard Laura's voice.

"Steve was good for only one pop, tonight," she said. "He just rolled over and went to sleep, after only one lousy fuck!"

Mike's voice, then, "We're in the same boat, baby!"

"Why? Couldn't you make it with Janet?"

"No! I got a lousy hand-job is all!"

Janet had heard and seen enough. Clenching a hand over her mouth to hold back the sob she felt coming, she fled back to the sanctuary of her room.

She had not married Mike Rucker.

She had married Peter Young. Patient, gentle, plodding Peter had caught her on the rebound, after her break-up with Mike.

And her life with Peter had been secure. He had been a law major. In the ten years of their marriage-they had been married right after graduation-he had moved, steadily, ploddingly, up through the offices of the law firm.

That was the trouble, Janet mused. Peter worked too hard. He worked too hard, and was too tired and preoccupied most of the time to fuck her. Oh, he loved her; there was no doubt about that. He was gentle, somewhat undemanding and unimaginative, almost perfunctory, in the performance of his marital duties. That was it, too, she decided. He approached screwing like it was a duty, a chore to be done with, and Janet was always hoping there would be more, that he would fuck wildly and uninhibitedly make her feel savagely wanted, like Mike Rucker had wanted her that time.

She held the letter in her hand, still musing. She hadn't seen Mike since graduation; indeed, she had no contact with any of the members of her class. What if? What would it be like to see, again, an old flame, a man she might have married, a man who had almost fucked her virgin pussy before marriage? It might be fun to talk about old times, renew acquaintances and old friendships. Could an old flame be fanned back to life? She knew it was impossible, even as she thought it. Mike would be just another old friend. He would be married, maybe have some children, all settled down now with his dude ranch. But there was a gnawing curiosity in her. What would he be like now?

Her decision was made. She'd tell Peter about the ranch for their vacation. This was the one place they could afford and enjoy. She was sure she could convince him; he usually left the vacation arrangements to her.

Mike Rucker! Strange how his name filled her with excitement. She'd have to stop daydreaming.

She couldn't afford them. But that thought still didn't stop the shameless tingling in her pussy or the sensuous throbbing of her tits as she thought of the way he had lewdly sucked them on their last meeting together.