Chapter 4
Judy was still lying in bed two hours later when Frank's car turned into the driveway. She was half-dozing, still unable to believe the wonderful thing that had happened to her. She had actually experienced her first orgasm! True, it had been with a woman rather than with Frank as nature and the law would have preferred. But still, it had brought her such ecstasy as she had never before known. The delicious sensations still tingled in her satiated pussy and her hands still lovingly caressed the soft hair-lined slit. She remembered Patsy's promise to take up the lesson again tomorrow and she smiled to herself with satisfaction at the thought.
She only half-heard the back door slam shut as Frank walked into the kitchen. She listened then as his footsteps came nearer to the bedroom. She was sitting up and pulling the covers around her naked body when he came into the darkened room.
"Still in bed?"
Frank's voice was hard and unfriendly and Judy immediately suspected that her husband had been drinking. She caught the faint aroma of stale tobacco and alcohol on his breath as he came over and sat down on the bed, his glazed eyes taking the lovely flesh that she struggled to cover with the blanket.
"Have you been drinking?" Judy demanded. She wanted to put him on the defensive if there were going to be another fight. "I think it's disgusting to be sitting in some bar this early in the day."
Frank laughed.
"How about you still in bed?" he replied. "That's not exactly my idea of supreme ambition!"
"I've just been resting," she countered. "You know I didn't get much sleep last night."
"You could have had plenty of sleep if you'd have given in and given me a little of that sweet pussy instead of arguing until almost morning!" His voice was brutally cruel and she gasped.
The last thing in the world that Judy wanted was a fight right now. She was still too overwhelmed by the newness of her first real sexual satisfaction and she wanted nothing more than to just lie there and remember every wonderful detail.
"Why do you insist on using that kind of language," she demanded.
"You mean 'pussy"? What's wrong with that? Would you rather I called it a cunt, or maybe you'd prefer snatch!"
She could see that he was leering at her swelling naked breasts and she made a swift move to pull the covers up over her. Patsy was right. Men are such animals when it comes to sex and how a woman needs to be treated.
Frank was suddenly sniffing the air with a puzzled look on his face.
"I smell a different perfume," he said. "Was there someone here this morning?"
"M-Mrs. Blair from next door looked in on me," Judy stammered, trying to clear her mind.
"You mean Patsy?"
Suddenly Judy was more confused than ever. How did Frank come to be on such familiar terms with the beautiful neighbor? And why hadn't he mentioned that he knew her?
"Have you met her?" she demanded. She could see the smirk on Frank's face and she wondered if he found Patsy attractive.
"Sure, I met her the other day while you were at your mother's," he said with a smug smile. "She's a real beaut! Those knockers are really something else! And that ass!"
He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.
"How dare you talk about Patsy that way," Judy snapped. "She's a very wonderful person!"
In his drunken condition, Frank sensed what had happened this morning. The strong aroma of female pussy pervaded the air of the room and excited him tremendously. He could feel his huge cock pulsing and throbbing beneath the tight material of his trousers.
"I suppose you complained to her about me?" His voice was strained and on edge. "I mean, what a lousy lover I am and everything?"
Tears of unhappiness came to Judy's face at the memory of what she had thought their marriage would be like. She had always felt that it would be pure and romantic. Instead, Frank had turned into a sex-crazed beast. Now, he was trying to destroy the most beautiful thing she had ever found.
"What if I did, it's true isn't it?"
Suddenly, Frank could stand no more. He reached down and savagely pulled the covers away from his wife's nakedly cringing body and feasted his eyes on the lovely flesh. He could see the deep red fingermarks still remaining on her breasts and thighs where Patsy had dug her fingers into Judy's body.
"Maybe it's just that I haven't treated you like the bitch you really are," she spat out. His cock was throbbing crazily and he could hardly stand the frustration of seeing his wife's beautiful young pussy go unfilled. "That's what you've always wanted, isn't it? To have me take you like some whore!"
His hands came out and dug into her arms, pulling her unyielding body toward him. She was almost overcome by the disgusting odor of alcohol and the leer on his face. She prayed silently that he would leave her alone.
"Frank!" she begged him as his hands cruelly massaged her still tingling breasts and nipples. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?" he countered in a thick voice. "I'm going to ram my cock up into that sweet little pussy like I've wanted to do for months. I'm going to make you scream for mercy, you little prick-tease!"
She fought him desperately but it was no use. He held her with one hand as his other hand pulled the shirt and trousers from his body. Judy gasped in fright as his huge cock swung up into view, the purplish knobhead massive and pulsing. She could see the rope-like veins that ran up the length of his swollen shaft.
"Frank!" Her voice was panic-filled and she could hardly keep from screaming in agony as his rough hands began to run up and down her white thighs, bruising the tender flesh.
"Did you think you could hold me off forever?" he asked in a determined voice. "I've got rights, too, and one of them is to ram my cock into you whenever I feel like it!"
Suddenly he was on the bed beside her, pushing and pawing at her body as if it were a sack of old clothes. She smelled the whiskey even more as his lips crushed against hers and tried to force her mouth open with his tongue. It was disgusting and she was trembling from the effort to fight him off.
"I'll show you how A real man acts, baby," he threatened her. "You're going to be screaming for more cock by the time I'm done with you!"
His brutal hands were pulling her thighs apart and she finally let herself go slack, anxious for the cruel rape to be over with. Let him have his way, she reasoned, let it be over quickly.
There was no finesse in his hands as he roughly pulled her pussy lips apart and tried to guide his pulsating cock between the tender lips that had only this morning known such ecstasy.
In another burst of panic, Judy tried to roll her hips away so that his massive cock could not enter her.
"Stop it, you bitch!" he ordered in a determined voice. "I'm either going to fuck your pussy or your asshole, so make up your mind which it'll be!"
The awful words were like a slap across the face to the terrified young bride and she could hardly believe it was her husband mouthing these obscenities. He couldn't-he wouldn't put his disgusting thing in there!
"That's better," he said finally as he felt her body relax again. "Now get your hand down there and guide it in!"
Despite herself, Judy felt her hand slip between their straining bodies and grasp the hated organ.
It was disgusting, but she knew that she had to do it. With a look of distaste on her face, she guided it toward her waiting pussy and felt the hot tip lodge between her outer cuntal lips. A shock of revulsion spread through her as she began to push the tremendous column of flesh into her clenching channel.
"AAAGGGHHHHHHH! That hurts!" she screamed as the horrible cock split her legs apart and bruised the tender inner flesh. "Oh, please Frank, don't! It hurts so much!"
He ignored her pleas and pushed harder. He enjoyed every moment of this rape and he wanted to punish his young wife for all of the times that she had denied him satisfaction.
"How do you like it, baby?" he said in an angry voice. "Does that little pussy like my cock fucking into it?"
He laughed as her tortured pleas resumed.
"Shut up, bitch, or I'll make you suck my prick next!"
The terrible threat was enough to make her clamp her teeth tightly together to keep from screaming again.
She felt a dull pain as his massive prick rammed against her womb and his dangling balls slapped into her upthrust buttocks. She prayed silently that it would be over soon.
"Let's have a little action with that sweet little ass," he ordered as his cock began to slide out of the violated passage again. "Get it moving!"
For an irrational moment Judy thought that he was going to pull his burning penis all the way out of her pussy. But then, with his knobhead lodged just inside her inner lips, he began to slide forward again, ramming his body hard so that his rigid shaft tore into her once more.
"AAAGGGHHHHHH!" she wailed, trying to move her lower body and make the cruel penetration easier for herself.
"That's it, baby, scream while you're twisting your ass around," he groaned. "That's the way I want to do it!"
Frank's tempo increased and soon he was thrusting in and out with a rapid rhythm. As much as she could, Judy tried to hold herself rigid, but it was no use.
"Get your legs around my back," he ordered her.
The terrified young bride tried to block out the humiliation as she brought her long legs up and locked her ankles around her husband's strong back. Then, just when she thought she could stand no more of the cruel rape, a new sensation began to block out the pain. She felt a slow warmth build up in her crotch and a delicious tingling spread through her. Her body began to respond to the thrusts from above and she involuntarily opened her thighs wider to give him greater access to the slickly moistened pussy.
"That's it, baby, fuck back," Frank called out as he sensed her change. "I'm going to ram it home again and again, you sweet little bitch!"
Strangely, the words were no longer so awful. Now they were helping to excite her and she almost wanted to respond with her own lewd cries. The same feeling of incredible lust that she had felt with Patsy was coming back. A feeling so overpowering that she could not have controlled it under any circumstances.
"Do it harder, honey," she begged him. "Split me open with your cock, make me come!"
Frank could hardly believe his ears. She wanted it! He thrust into her with more force than he thought possible only to have her begin writhing and twisting in a lewd dance of ecstasy. No longer was she cold and unresponsive! Now she was fucking with all the passion of a nymphomaniac and he loved every minute of it.
"OOOOHHHHHHH, YES! DO IT HARDER! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" she screamed up at him, crushing her gorgeous breasts into his chest and straining to massage her nipples with his hard-muscled flesh.
She was like a woman on fire and her fingernails dug into his shoulders and tried to pull him down into her. She pressed her hair-covered glistening crotch tightly against his groin, sinking his penis more deeply into her.
Frank felt the smooth clasping softness of her vagina pulling and massaging at his penis, holding him prisoner in the well of delicious sensation down between her widespread legs. He would have forgiven her all of her former coldness at that moment, so wrapped up in the wonderful fuck was he. He pushed forward, burying his toes in the mattress and sinking every last throbbing inch of his thick instrument into the furthest depths of her clenching hair-lined vaginal tunnel, making her scream-this time with ecstasy.
"Oh, God! It's so good. Ohhhh, God! Fuck me harder!" she wailed and began squirming and throwing her hips frantically, grinding her sharp pelvis against the hardened bone in his groin.
"Uuggggg," he grunted as the first flash of orgasm hit him and he felt his hot sticky sperm racing up the long tunnel and out of the dilated head of his cock.
"Are you coming yet?" he asked with a low groan.
"Don't stop yet," she begged in reply. "Don't ever stop!"
With a growing rhythm he began to plunge and withdraw his pulsating weapon from her nakedly squirming loins, feeling the contracting muscles of her aching pussy pull and suck wildly for more of his lusting pole of flesh boring into her. His breath was shortening and he tried desperately to hold back the rushing sperm but it was no use and suddenly it exploded wildly into her quivering pussy.
"I'm coming... I'm commmmmmiiiinnn-ngggg!" he cried out.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!" she answered incoherently. "FUCK MEEEEEE!"
As the gushing white fluid shot into her clenching pussy, Judy gasped frantically. Her mind was an endless stream of flashing lights and electrical shocks piercing her straining nerves. There were only a few seconds left until her climax and she could feel the blood-filled muscles of her belly begin to roll like waves in the sea, heading for a rumbling, crashing orgasm. She was on fire, ready to erupt.
"Now... I'm coming now! Aaaaaiiiiieeeeee!" she screamed incoherently and bucked suddenly upwards, lifting him completely off the mattress as the exploding orgasms jerked wildly through her body. "Ooooooohhhhhhh!" she wailed again and he shuddered above her, hardly able to ride the bucking and twisting mass of female flesh as his cock pumped more and more of the wonderful sticky liquid into her clenching pussy.
Their screams of delight became more and more quiet as the spasms of delight subsided until the only sound in the darkened room was the heavy breathing of their tortured lungs.
They lay side by side on the bed, neither of them speaking.
Then, Frank reached out and patted his wife's naked thigh affectionately.
"That was wonderful, baby," he murmured dreamily, his thoughts wandering back to the pleasure he had experienced.
"Don't forget to leave the money on the dresser," she replied in a tired voice.
"It's usual to pay a whore isn't it?" she said in a trembling voice. "You treated me like one, now you can pay me whatever you think it was worth!"
With a low sob, she leaped from the bed and ran to the adjoining bathroom, locking the door.
The next two days were pure torture for them both. Frank tried his best to get his wife to talk out their problems but she refused to discuss anything except trivial matters. He even tried to apologize for the brutal rape but she stopped him cold.
He tried to work on his novel but it was no use. He just sat in front of the typewriter and brooded, at a loss for words of any kind. They let the telephone sit on the cradle unanswered when it rang, even though both of them wanted desperately to talk to Patsy.
Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Frank stomped out of the house and roared away in their car. Judy watched him from the front room window, the tears slowly forming at the edges of her lovely eyes.
Patsy was at the back door almost before Frank was out of sight. She walked in without knocking.
"Judy, are you home honey?" she called out.
In a moment, Judy was racing through the house and in her arMs. The tears flowed freely now and she mumbled incoherently against the older woman's swelling bosom. It seemed as if she would never cease the crying.
"Oh, Patsy," she said finally, "it was so awful! You can't imagine how I felt when Frank came home drunk and... and raped me!"
"There, there, honey," Patsy said soothingly, patting the girl's hair with a practiced hand. "You just get all the tears out and then tell me exactly what happened."
She led the unresisting girl into the front room and sat her down on the couch. Her own body came down beside the unhappy bride, her arms still tightly holding her.
"You say he got drunk and raped you?"
"Y-Yes, it was right after you went home the other morning," Judy said. "I was still in bed and he came in and forced me to make love to him. It was so terrible I don't even want to think about it!"
"I know, baby. But it's got to be this way. You've got to tell me every little detail so I can try and help you."
Suddenly the words were gushing out in a torrent. Judy spared the other woman none of the details of her brutal violation. She recounted every moment and every word that Frank had spoken to her that morning. She even managed to tell Patsy of her own feelings during the terrible ordeal. How she had suddenly found herself responding in a way that she had never been able to before. And how her whole body had exploded with spasm after spasm of delight from her husband's brutal cock.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for what happened to you," Patsy said. At that moment she really meant it. Despite her own plans for the girl, she could sympathize with her.
"Why couldn't it have happened on our wedding night?" Judy said unhappily. "I don't mean him raping me, I mean the way I responded to him."
"You know the answer to that, don't you?" Patsy asked.
"W-What do you mean?"
"I mean you simply weren't ready to enjoy sex then. It took our little session the other morning to bring the repressed desire to the surface. You're not forgetting who gave you your first orgasm are you?"
"Oh, no, Patsy," Judy protested, "honestly I wasn't. I'll never be able to repay you for that!"
"Oh yes you can," Patsy said cryptically, her hands still caressing the young girl's bare arms. "As a matter of fact, you can repay me by coming to a party I'm throwing tonight. It's kind of a surprise party for Walter, my husband. He's been out of town on a business trip and I want to do something special for him."
It was strange but Judy had never thought of Patsy as being married. Of course she had only known her for three days, but the older woman's husband had simply not been mentioned before.
"A party?" Judy asked. "What kind of a party?"
"Oh, just a few friends from the neighborhood," Patsy said soothingly. "I think it would be best if you met the folks you're going to be living with."
Patsy Blair's mind was racing with the idea of the naive little bride attending her husband Walter's welcome home party. Party was hardly the word for it since it would be more of an orgy than anything.
"I don't really feel like socializing, Patsy," Judy said in a low voice. At that moment the only thing she wanted was for Patsy to hold her and comfort her. She felt all warm and comfortable again and she hoped that the older woman would understand.
"Nonsense," Patsy replied firmly. "It's exactly what you need right now! Besides, Walter is just dying to meet you and Frank and I don't want him to be disappointed."
Maybe Patsy's right, Judy thought dully. Perhaps it would be better if she got away from her own troubles and met other people who could make her forget the awful truth about their marriage.
"Maybe you're right," Judy said at last.
"You won't regret it, honey," Patsy said with a flashing smile. "I'll guarantee you the best time you ever had." She paused and looked deep into the girl's eyes. "Are you about ready for your second lesson?"
Despite herself, Judy was nervous about what had happened between she and Patsy the other morning. Somehow it seemed so sordid and degrading. But there was no denying the fact that she did want Patsy to take her in her arms again and rekindle the flame of desire that had raced through her tortured loins.
Judy nodded hesitantly, almost afraid to speak.
Without another word, Patsy rose to her feet and pulled Judy from the couch.
"Let's go over to my house, Judy," Patsy said. "There's something I want to show you. I think it will help you get over your hesitancy about sex!"
"What is it?" Judy asked, excited now by the prospect of spending the afternoon with her new friend.
Patsy only smiled, pulling Judy through the house and across the backyards toward the rambling ranch-style home next door. They went inside quickly and on into the den.
"You just make yourself comfortable, baby, I'll get things ready," Patsy said as she went into the adjoining room.
Judy sat down on the couch and looked around the comfortable furnished room. Everything seemed to be just right, from the soft lounge furniture to the expensive accessories. There were large pillows scattered about the room and a well-stocked bar in one corner.
"I'll be with you in a minute, honey," Patsy called out from the next room. "Just relax and make yourself a drink if you like."
Judy was tempted to have a drink but she decided against it. Her puritanical upbringing surfaced occasionally and this was one of those times.
"I'm back, honey," Patsy said as she walked into the room carrying a stack of books and several thin, square boxes. She had changed from her slacks and blouse into a sheer lounging robe and it molded perfectly to her voluptuous figure.
Judy was curious about the things that Patsy carried but she said nothing and waited for the woman to explain. Patsy went to a cabinet in the far corner of the room and took out a movie projector. She hummed brightly as she set the projector up in a table near the couch.
"I think you'll really like this, honey," she said at last as she opened one of the boxes and took out a reel of film and threaded it onto the projector. "I can never see enough of this one."
The young neighbor was puzzled but she said nothing.
Patsy finished threading the film onto the projector and then went to the far wall and pulled down a concealed movie screen. Then, she drew the drapes and came back to where Judy was seated.
"Have you ever seen a stag film, Judy?"
Judy shook her head. She had never even heard of a stag movie. Somewhere in the back of her brain a voice told her that she should get up now and go home, but she remained seated, waiting for whatever would happen.
Patsy sat down next to the young bride.
"You're in for a treat then," she said lewdly. "This is one of the best I've ever seen."
The older woman reached over to the table and flicked a switch and the room was plunged into darkness. Her eager hands went to the projector control and suddenly it came to life, spreading a soft glow over the room. While Patsy adjusted the focus, Judy sat staring at the screen, a strange feeling of anxiety and fear washing over her.
"Here we go, Judy," Patsy murmured in a low, almost strained voice. "I want you to pay particular attention to the girl in this film, she's a real artist!"
Suddenly the screen was flooded with light and Judy strained to focus her eyes. The film was in color and all she could see was a mound of undulating pinkness, glistening as it twisted. Then, the camera started to pull back and the staring girl realized that the pinkness was flesh-the flesh of two writhing bodies!
Back and back the camera came until the young bride saw with a shock that it was a man and a woman -the woman hardly more than a girl her own age - wrestling obscenely on a huge bed. Her eyes widened in horror as the couple's sexual abandon became apparent.
Judy saw the girl's head rolling back and forth, her face contorted with the far away stare of erotic obsession, while the man knelt between her legs, his tongue darting and obscenely licking her naked flesh.
The young bride tried to close her eyes - to shut out the awful scene reflected on the movie screen only a few feet in front of her, but it was no use.