Chapter 1
Sharon Edwards stretched her long, slim, shapely legs out underneath the covers to where the sheets were cooler and soothing. Even though she was wearing a very scanty nightgown of soft white cotton, she felt over-warm. The almost transparent fabric clung to her voluptuous contours as moisture from her nervous perspiration seeped through the material. Tired, and yet excited by the possibility that Gordon would be returning at any moment, she adjusted her pillow, propping it up behind her back by folding it in two, and then with a quick gesture, brushed her long auburn hair from her eyes. Sharon wondered if her new husband Gordon would return to their small apartment before she fell asleep. She lay naked, beneath her gown, under the thin summer blanket on the foam rubber bed they had made for themselves and placed upon bricks and plywood. It was every bit as comfortable as Gordon had told her it would be when she had expressed doubts just prior to the marriage a few short months before. Yet, Sharon had to sigh deeply as she turned over, alone in bed, realizing that she had mentally visualized a succession of erotic nights with Gordon upon the soft foam of their new bed... nights that just hadn't materialized. Not yet anyway!
Their apartment was on the ground floor of an old building in the small upstate New York town of Blandings, and now that it was well past midnight, all sounds of passing cars had ceased, and Sharon lay in almost complete silence, except for a barely audible dripping of the faucet from the kitchen sink. It was the fourth night in a row that he hadn't made love to her, she realized, and even that last time had been a terrible disappointment. He had been so quick! If only he had waited until she could catch up to the level of his excitement!
She could feel a small, excited tingling at the tightly compressed moist place up between her soft inner thighs, there where her deep reddish brown pubic curls lay touching each other and the warm inner moisture of her expectantly waiting pussy. She wanted to reach her hand down there and touch herself, to bring to the surface the hidden excitement that pulsed desperately in her loins. But she resisted the temptation, even when she felt the hardened buds of her large, firm breasts protruding achingly against the fabric of her nightgown, wanting to be touched, to be patted, to be sucked.
"Gordon didn't even touch my breasts the last time!" she thought ruefully to herself. And yet she knew that they pleased him, even if he did make her wear dresses that hid the splendid upthrust of their curves. It was only so that they would be more secret, more special for him! Sharon had liked that, liked being a secret beauty for her husband, and at night when she let down her long hair from the severe bun she wore during the daytime at work, she felt all the more special and exciting.
Even though they teased her about it at the office, she would only smile, knowing that her plain daytime looks were only a game, a shield that would keep her charms intact for her darling new husband.
"Well, that's all well and good," Sharon thought to herself now, "If he would only look at me again!" The first few weeks of their marriage had been just as she had dreamed they ought to be. They had moved into the tiny apartment, complete with the new modern furniture they'd wanted, and had enjoyed each other's bodies with such relish that Sharon had thought herself the luckiest of all women. But those days seemed to have disappeared, and sometimes Gordon was so sullen when he returned from his job on the local newspaper that Sharon wondered what had made her marry him in the first place!
He always seemed so preoccupied, so cruel even that she had resigned herself the last few weeks to going to sleep at night without bothering to wait up for him as had been her habit in the earliest days of the marriage.
Her shapely young body missed his touch, almost more than she missed the tender sweet things he used to say to her, and Sharon couldn't help feeling bitter about it.
Suddenly she jumped up from the moist bed, her pale near-nakedness gleaming in the dark room. The svelte lines of her voluptuously curved hips and thighs moving gracefully as she went to the closet. She turned on the light and blinked as it invaded her eyes, accustomed to the dark of the room. Then she began to search out the beautiful negligee that had been part of her trousseau .. . she had worn it on their honeymoon up at Niagara Falls, and Gordon had expressed nothing but admiration for the way she looked in it. Admiration that took the form of intense ... yes, even violent lovemaking far into the nights they had spent at the motel near the falls. She examined the beige and black lacy outfit that her mother had helped her to pick out in New York several weeks before the wedding. It had been fun to have her mother help her shopping for such sexy apparel, and Sharon had found that the older woman had excellent even modern taste in such things. The revelation had brought Sharon closer to her mother than she had been in years. It seemed as if, by marrying Gordon at the ripe old age of 24, Sharon had finally done something right. Something that her mother had approved of.
Hurriedly, the young auburn-haired beauty donned the frilly negligee. There was little to it but a cape-like effect and a tight fitting bodice. But once the limp material was on, and the elegant clasp attached right between the gently heaving softness of her fully rounded breasts, it looked completely different. Sharon looked at herself in the full length mirror that was on the inside of the closet door. It was true, she looked like a princess in it, and it brought out every good point about her figure. The translucent nylon seemed almost nonexistent at the point where her large round nipples peaked, and the twin circles of brown flesh were clearly visible, and enhanced by the surrounding laciness of the negligee. The rest of it fell in soft folds that clung to her full blossomed hips and thighs, in a manner that somehow filled that triangular spot between her legs with a greater mystery than if she had been completely naked. She moved ever so slightly, watching as the light beige tone that streaked the middle of the gown betrayed the glowing auburn of her pussy, for a moment you could see it, and then you couldn't. It was a splendid gown! Tonight, Gordon would not remain insensible to her charms! Of that much she was determined.
Sharon didn't know if she could face another dull day at the office in downtown Blandings, typing business letters about nuts and bolts and screws, without some kind of recompense ... some kind of reminder from Gordon that she was still that very special person ... that wonderful sexy lady that he had married!
She moved toward the small kitchen. She and Gordon seldom drank, but tonight she would have a snifter of brandy waiting for him. She would insist that he drink some, along with a cup of the espresso coffee he liked so much. They would talk, and then they would fall happily into bed and each other's arms. Sharon felt a thrill start at the base of her spine as she thought of it and began to measure out the coffee. While it was brewing, she went back into the bedroom and took out the perfume that the girls had given her at the shower before the wedding. It was very expensive, she knew, and she loved its smell. Gordon did, too, she knew, and she placed a few drops of Madame Rochas behind each ear lobe, and then put a tiny bit between the warmth of her slightly trembling breasts. Wickedly, as an after thought, she parted the long gown which simply hung unbuttoned in luxurious folds that stemmed from the clasp at her breasts, and placed a few drops on the inside of each thigh, so that when she rubbed her legs together, the exotic scent permeated her softly throbbing pussy.
Then there was not a moment more to prepare for his arrival. She could hear footsteps on the front stoop outside. It had to be Gordon. No one else in the building had footsteps that sounded like his. Hurriedly she smoothed her long red hair and adjusted her revealing negligee. He simply could not refuse her tonight, she knew.
Gordon didn't finish turning his key in the lock. Suddenly the door was opening and he realized that Sharon had waited up for him. He was inwardly pleased. Tonight he felt like talking to her. The dark cloud that seemed to be hovering over his head recently was lifting, and he felt himself emerging from it as a moth comes from a cocoon.
"I don't know why I've been so grumpy," he was saying a while later sitting across from Sharon at the kitchen table. He sipped the hot coffee and felt its heat filling him with a feeling of well-being. The brandy made him feel a pleasant glow inside as he looked across the table toward his young wife. God, she was beautiful that night, he thought, his grey eyes gleaming with the seeds of desire that were rising inside him. If any other man were to see her, he would want her. She's definitely a prize!
Sharon blushed. Gordon was just staring at her, not saying anything, and she could tell that he wanted her .. . that her plans were going to come to fruition .. . that in a very short time she would be pressed beneath him, feeling his strong hard arms squeezing her so that she could scarcely breathe!
Her heart fluttering, she returned his gaze. He looked so handsome to her, his thin face and features were sensitive and intelligent. His short cut hair was dark and thick, and his steely grey eyes seemed to penetrate her to the very center of her soul.
"I love him ..." she thought, "I really do!" "And it's all for me ... " Gordon thought, his eyes falling to the gently protruding mounds of Sharon's breasts where they were covered by her diabolically revealing negligee. "It is all mine!" he thought, "To fuck as much as I want!" Once more he thought of all the other men in the world who would give their eye teeth to get their hands on naked flesh as creamy and smooth as he knew Sharon's was beneath her gown, on a body as ripe and fresh and young as hers. And just this thought was enough to excite him all the more
Things had not been going well for him at the newspaper and he was afraid of being fired by the editor-in-chief, a fact which he decided to keep from Sharon. No sense in worrying her unnecessarily. If he were fired, he would find something else to do, but he hoped to maintain his job as reporter on the small paper in hopes of moving on later when he had more experience to a bigger town and a bigger paper. The night shift on the Blandings Standard was not the most exciting job in the world, and Gordon's main job consisted of checking out the hospitals and police station and chasing fires, and hoping that something really interesting might happen that he could get his teeth into.
Rod Anderson, the editor, sensed his lack of interest, and resented Gordon's pretensions. "You'll never amount to anything as a newspaperman if you can't even pull your weight here in Blandings!" he'd told him more than once, when a local fire or an accident went unreported for 2 days because Gordon had spent most of his time in the Dug Out Pub without bothering to make the usual rounds.
But these problems were far from Gordon's mind right now as he looked at his wife of 2 months and reminded himself that he had a lot to be thankful for.
"Ready for bed?" he asked. "You have to be up early in the morning, you know!" he said, eagerly. He couldn't wait to get that thing off of her and feel her satiny nakedness beneath his fingers.
"Yes ..." she giggled shyly, "You're right." Hastily, Sharon began to clean the kitchen up and leave things where Gordon could find them when he woke up. By then, she would have left for the office hours before, and she hoped to make life easier for him by these small touches. She could feel his eyes on her as she stood at the counter, her back turned toward him, and she knew that he could see her plump buttocks through the sheer material. She felt embarrassed, but pleased. In a few moments they would be intertwined, body pressed to naked body in the soft foam rubber bed. She would let him know just how very much she had missed him. "Oh, Gordon!" she thought.
At last with the kitchen chores finished, Sharon hastened to join her young husband, who had already gone into the bedroom. Her entire body longed for him, she realized. It was like a dull persistant ache all over.
Gordon had already undressed and was getting into bed. Sharon hesitated. She was about to take off her gown, but she thought she would rather turn the lights out first. She reached for the switch and then in the comforting darkness began to undo the front clasp. With a soft, swishing sound, the negligee fell to the floor. It had done its job, Sharon thought, feeling the blood pounding at her temples.
"God ... I'm tired!" Gordon exclaimed, letting himself fall heavily into the bed. But Sharon was not fooled. Once she was there beside him he wouldn't be tired at all. She moved toward the bed and heard him covering his naked body with the lightweight summer blanket. Slowly, Sharon climbed in next to him, hardly daring to breathe. She felt fragile, as though the least wrong move between them would ruin everything. Then she could feel his hard masculine body next to her softness. He was on his back.
"Oh, darling" she sighed, "darling, I've missed you so much!" she kissed his shoulder with soft moist lips and wrapped one of her long silky legs around his.
The strong scent of Sharon's perfume reached Gordon's nostrils and they dilated at the pungency. The nudging pressure of her soft nakedness against him sent chills through his loins as one of her breasts brushed against his arm. He could feel his thickly aroused penis beginning to rise higher in anticipation of what Sharon might do next; and he decided to remain still only for a moment in the way of a slight experiment, to see just how far she would go.
"If Rod Anderson could see me now!" he thought, "And the fellows at the Dug Out. Wonder who's fucking them tonight! Anderson's old lady probably hasn't put out in a decade!"
Gordon sucked in his breath sharply. Sharon's hand was moving softly over his ribs. He shivered, and noted that Sharon seemed to be encouraged by this, and began to move her fingers lightly down along his side.
"MMmmm ..." he said, almost noncommittally. Usually he was the aggressor, but Sharon was evidently all worked up. Maybe he would get the best results by not fucking her so often!
Sharon felt an electric tingle running through her as her hand got closer and closer to the warmth of her husband's loins. She was frightened by what she was doing, but she didn't seem to be able to stop. Any moment she expected Gordon to stop her but he never did. She breathed shallowly next to him, a current of desire running through her as she touched the stiffness of her strong young husband's fully erected cock. She gasped and withdrew her fingers for a fraction of a moment, then boldly, she moved forward again, and closed her small hand around its hotly swollen girth, imagining the full thickness of it plunging high up inside her, touching the very depths of her womb!
A small groan of desire slipped from her lips as Gordon turned slowly toward her. She felt so grateful as he gathered her trembling nakedness against his, pressing his throbbing hard cock up against her soft, hair-covered pussy as he did so. Sharon writhed against him joyfully. It was going to happen. At last it was going to happen! Her lithe body strained all its muscles begging tightly to be possessed by him, and she clung to his neck, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she let her hips execute a slow grinding motion against his rock-hard cock. Gordon's hands moved around her, smoothing along the hotness of her excitedly quivering thighs touching the nakedness of her hips the fullness of her buttocks. He pushed one hand in between their closely pressed bodies and entwined his middle finger in the ringlets of hair that surrounded her pulsingly wet cunt. Then teasingly, he slid it up between the moist folds that covered the tiny ridges of her soft quivering pussy.
"OOOOOOoooooh," the new bride moaned softly, ''Oh, darling, don't stop .. . yes ... yes ... do it like that some more ... it feels so ... good!"
Grunting slightly, Gordon continued to slide his finger back and forth causing a steady friction in his auburn-haired wife's exposed cunt as he flicked back and forth across the twitching bud of her swelling clitoris.
He thought his thoroughly aroused cock might burst as he listened to the soft cooing sounds she made, and he caught his other hand up under one firmly rounded breast and squeezed hard. He knew she liked that. He began to moan along with her.
"AAAAAaaaah!" she cried out in pain, but the pain subsided quickly as her breasts tingled maddeningly from the pressure her husband had just subjected them to, and a building excitement rushed to replace the pain. She jerked against him, almost in tears, she was so excited. She wanted to beg him, to plead with him, but she held herself back. Then, Gordon's middle finger plunged downward toward the tightly pressed opening of her vaginal lips, and slid up inside the smooth dark quivering dampness.
Sharon suddenly went wild. All her inhibitions were forgotten as the intense sensation of Gordon's lewdly inserted finger made her squeal and thrash against him. First he inserted two fingers and then three.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH DARLING!!!!! DARLING!! YES .. YES .. YESSS!!" she cried.
Gordon could feel the tight clasping wetness of his young wife's highly excited pussy twisting against the expertly thrusting fingers of his hand as her softly yielding vaginal walls melted against their upward pressure. His body half covered hers now, so that she was lying beneath him as he continued the forceful upthrusting into her desire-filled inner flesh. No one would ever know she was like this in bed! he thought, feeling perspiration dripping from his forehead. No one would suspect that he could wring these beautiful sounds from her. Sharon looked so prim and, yes, even dull to the unpracticed eye, but Gordon had known what she could be like from the moment he had first laid eyes on her at the local movie theatre.
It was all there beneath the surface, waiting for him to bring it out, but even when he had shown Sharon the innate wildness of her nature, the beauty of her body, her hair, her features, he had insisted that she remain a prim school-teacher type for all other eyes but his, and she had not resisted his wishes.
He knew he would have to enter her soon. His sperm-bloated testicles were beginning to ache from the internal pressure building up inside them.
"DAMN!" he thought, "She sure is hot for it tonight!" He moved further over on top of her, looking down at her lovely passion-contorted face. It was always exciting to him to look at her while he was making love to her, and tonight was no exception. It was as if he were forming her then and there... creating a new personality by sending her into a state of uncontrollable excitation.
"OOHHHHHH .. GORDON ... OH GORDON ... OH GORDON ....!" she was moaning.
"Yes!" he said, through clenched teeth, "It's been too long!" With that he quickly withdrew his wetly churning fingers from the palpitating lust-filled channel between her slightly spread legs, and Sharon knew that he was going to enter her now. She felt a rush of unbearable desire, so great that it was almost painful; a desire to feel her new, young husband's desire-hardened cock ramming into her over and over again. His hand ground persistently into the soft, rolling flesh of her breasts and she wanted nothing more than to have him obliterate her, pound her to nothingness beneath him!
Gordon pressed his lips hard to Sharon's and pushed his long pointed tongue deep into her willingly open mouth as Sharon writhed upward toward him, pushing her hips pleadingly against him. The thick rubbery tip of his cock pressed at the entrance of her warmly streaming pussy as he wormed up between her legs, spreading them wide upon the bed. His narrow hips ground ever closer to the widespread "vee" of her loins and he pushed the swollen nakedness of his cock upward, feeling it slide smoothly into her, as though it were an animal burrowing into its nest. Its throbbing thickness stretched the pliant walls of Sharon's narrow vaginal passage as it sank deeper and deeper, slowly advancing into the depths of her warmly waiting belly.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" She was filled by him ... taken by him. She WAS him! She felt pinned to the bed, smashed by the pleasure-giving ramrod of his long, hard penis. Stunned by the impact at first, she lay panting beneath him. He had conquered her once more and how she wanted it! How good it was!
Then the young bride went wild, her arms alternately flailing out flat on the foam rubber mattress and grasping her husband about the neck. Then, her nails were on his back, running thin lines along the length of its arched surface, trailing against him as her long naked legs snaked out and up around his back. With her powerfully motivated thighs she pulled Gordon still closer into the burning hair-lined entrance of her secret pussy-flesh.
YES, THIS WAS WHAT SHE HAD WANTED. HIS LIPS AGAINST HERS; HIS HEAT-FILLED NAKED BODY COVERING HERS; HIS MASTERFULLY POUNDING COCK SURGING HIGH UP INSIDE HER AND MAKING HER FEEL COMPLETE, MAKING HER FEEL LIKE A REAL WOMAN!
Sharon felt she could live forever as long as Gordon was there above her, taking her, fucking into her with all his strength. He rode her hard and fast now, slapping into her with all his might, and she could feel the head of his cock touching her most inner depths, pushing wildly his back.
Gordon knew it wouldn't be long now before he would have to let loose. He had to exert all his will now just to keep up with Sharon's pace. Her ravenous body egged him on, begging him for more and more with each rapidly churning thrust.
He thought he would soon go mad if he didn't ease the fullness of his balls and spurt his hot scalding cum deep into his new wife's sex-starved pussy.
"OH ... OH ... OH! OHOHOHOH!" she was gasping for air now as she felt her orgasm drawing near. It was almost there . . . almost but not quite. Just a few more seconds, a few more thrusts!
Gordon felt it happening deep in the pit of his belly. Something broke loose inside him and he quickly threw his hands down beneath Sharon's knees, pulling her long legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her smoothly gyrating buttocks tilted against his hard thighs and his lust-swollen cock slid even further up into the moistly slanted shaft of Sharon's auburn-haired pussy. HE WAS SO DEEP! Those few extra centimeters were against the spongy surface of her cervix ... the insanely excited surface fronting her womb where it lay hidden high up at the end of her vaginal channel. She was squirming and tossing beneath him. "OH HARDER HARDER HARDER!" she gasped, her heels beating into enough to do it for him, and with a cry of abandon, he let loose a stream of thick sperm that shot like a ram-jet straight up into Sharon's wildly contracting cunt.
But it was too soon for Sharon. When Gordon re-positioned her legs, she lost precious ground in her struggle toward completion. She had felt herself climbing toward the peak of it and then just before she reached the blessed orgasm she so sorely needed, Gordon's scalding hot jism filled her, and his thin muscular body trembled and quaked against hers as she clung to him, still hoping against hope that she might still be able to make it... to join him in his climax. Her straining pussy milked hungrily at his rapidly deflating cock, grasping for the girth that was no longer there, until finally Gordon was still and she lay silent beneath him, as his softening penis slipped gradually from the heat of her wet but unsatisfied pussy.
Gordon breathed deeply and evenly, his head heavy and moist on her shoulder, his body limp upon hers. She blinked back the tears that wanted to come and then managed to push her new husband's totally relaxed body to the side as she wriggled out from beneath him.
To have gone this long ... she thought, and to have him function like this ... to have such a thing happen! she thought bitterly. Her heart was still pounding wildly from her mighty struggle, beating wildly in her chest sending blood rushing through her veins. Her entire body was set in motion for a climax of which she had been cheated.
Gradually Sharon's hand found its way to the soft folds of cuntal flesh hidden beneath the moisture soaked tufts of her hair-fringed pussy. Her middle finger searched out the tiny protruding nub of her clitoris. She sighed as she felt the rush of air over the tender exposed surfaces. But she just couldn't bring herself to continue the gentle self-massage. The intense feelings that rushed from her quivering pussy mound remained unsatisfied, as her fingers stilled themselves and lay unmoving between her legs. Suddenly Sharon turned over and began to sob in earnest.
Being married to Gordon was turning out to be nothing like what she had expected! But there was nothing to do for it but to fall asleep beside his now snoring form. She had to get up at 8:30 the next morning at the very latest to reach the office by 9:00 a.m. There was already a lot of typing waiting for her on her desk.