Becoming more selective, the young blonde slowly worked her forefinger into the hot wet slit, moving it upward with agonizing slowness, stroking the sensitive inner surfaces until finally it poised right over her expectantly throbbing little clitoris, then pressed down hard on the tiny sensation bud. Angela's entire body jerked as if someone had run a heavy charge of electricity through it, her back arching and mouth and eyes opening wide. For a moment the young woman held frozen in this position as if she had been turned to stone, but then she slowly settled back down on the mattress as the first incredible spasm passed. Her buttocks began to slowly revolve as she circled her middle finger lightly over her clitoris, teasing herself, working up to what would follow. From time to time the maddening finger slid lower along the wet slippery slit, dipping experimentally just up inside her steaming pussy opening, wetting itself with the fresh secretions of her passion that bubbled there, then back up to stroke her painfully swollen clitoris. Thus Angela worked herself up to an unbearable passion with her torturing finger. With a groan she opened her sleek white thighs wide and jammed her middle finger far up into her hungry cunt, sighing with relief as she felt herself partially filled.
But it was not enough. Compared to the great rod of flesh that had so deliciously stretched her vagina such a short time ago, the panting young housewife knew that her one finger was ridiculously inadequate. Desperately she inserted another finger, worming them around in a wild pattern as far up into her burning vaginal depths as she could reach, then beginning to slide them rhythmically in and out, her hips rising to meet them in an obscene motion as old as time. On and on she thrust, her head beginning to twist and turn on the pillow as her passion mounted, her eyes half-closed, staring out unseeingly beneath her long silky lashes. Once Jack groaned and rolled over in his sleep and the startled young woman froze, certain that she would be caught in her sinful act, but in a few seconds her husband was once again loudly snoring, deeply anesthetized by alcohol and sex.
Feeling her cunt flowering open in greedy desire, the emboldened housewife put in a third finger, then fucked them lewdly into her shuddering loins for a seeming eternity. In and out the rigid fingers flashed, wet and gleaming from her heated vaginal secretions. Finally, the lewdly twisting young blonde felt it coming, her desperately needed orgasm. It grew far up inside her heaving belly like a building tidal wave, bigger and bigger until she knew it would break over her in exquisite bliss any moment. But the straining young woman was unprepared for the white-hot bolt of energy that shot up from her contracting womb to expand her already swollen breasts, then back down again to ricochet wildly over her spasming loins. She had to stuff her free hand in her mouth to keep from screaming out her ecstasy while her hips jerked up hard against her pounding fingers, once, twice, three times, her stomach muscles sucking in convulsively. The climaxing young wife was dimly aware of a warm slippery flood gushing out over her hand as her climaxing womb released its long stored up passion. Then, with one last shudder, it was over, and Angela's lovely body collapsed back limply into the mattress, her ringers slipping wetly from her still vibrating cunt. Right then, the temporarily satisfied young wife wouldn't have cared if her husband woke up to stare at her in disbelief as she lay gasping in pleasure, her face radiant with fulfillment, her taut, wide-set breasts using and falling quickly with her labored breathing.
But bit by bit the guilty reaction set in. Once again she had been unable to stop herself, the remorseful young housewife thought. Once again she had let the shameful needs of her body win out over her conscience. Large slow tears trickled from her eyes, turning them into huge blue liquid pools as the full knowledge of her weakness tore apart her triumphant mood of just a few seconds ago. Why, oh why did she do things like this? the unhappy young blonde asked herself in agony. There seemed to be no answer, Angela thought in growing despair. She was on a treadmill, a motorized treadmill, and somebody somewhere was speeding it up. In the back of her mind she dimly realized that it was normal for a healthy young woman to have sexual appetites, but, at the same time, she was hard put to struggle against her childhood training.
Angela's parents had been religious, fairly simple folk, trying to raise their daughter within their own code. While they were never cruel or capricious, they were at the same time unyielding, completely convinced of the divine rightness of their views. Naturally, the area in which they had been most strict was in regard to sex, or rather the denial of it. Angela was forbidden to go out with boys until her senior year in high school, and then only with those carefully screened and selected by her parents. At the same time, her parent's deeply ingrained prudery made it impossible for them to tell her anything about "sex", which they used almost as some foul curse word, to be repeated only when necessary for the emphasis of important moral lessons. So the young girl grew up totally ignorant of the implications of her parent's repeated warnings against the sins of the flesh.
Several times the dull young men her parents picked out for Angela proved to a little more enterprising than expected and made fumbling passes, attempting to fondle her budding young breasts or sliding inexperienced hands up under her dress. It was less a knowledge of what the boys were trying to do than an automatic revulsion to their strained panting and lust-filled expressions that caused the young girl to fend them off.
The big change came though, when Angela went to college. There was no college near her home town, so she was sent off to a large university upstate, one of the best, armed with her parents' blessings and warnings to shun evil ways. By this time she was in the full bloom of her young beauty, a dream vision to the horny young men on campus. They all went after her in a rush, and the first year was one of confusion and near terror for the inexperienced young girl.
For two or three years Angela had lived in horror of someday some man putting his… thing… up there, ever since one of her more precocious girl friends had told the young innocent the facts of life, taking childish delight in frightening Angela as much as possible. But now, for the first time, the budding beauty found herself occasionally thinking that might not be a bad idea. Strange tingling yearnings inside her heretofore ignored inner passage demanded some kind of attention.
Perhaps the confused young woman might have fallen victim to one of the hungry predatory young male students if she hadn't had another very important line of defense – the sanctity of her virginity! Time and time again Angela saved herself by desperately clinging to the idea that she must have this precious flower to offer the man she would eventually marry. Imprisoned in the arms of some strong young male, panting with desire as the young Lothario expertly slid his knowing fingers over her trembling young body, Angela would pull away at the very last minute, horrified by the knowledge that each encounter brought her a little nearer to the ragged edge of helpless physical surrender. Very quickly, the badgered young girl got the reputation of being a cruel tease, but this was a real mistake on the part of her would-be lovers. If any of them had had a little more patience and psychology, she would have soon tumbled into their waiting beds. As it was, Angela was a very physical girl, or, at least her body was. But, after twenty years of strict parental training, her mind was straight, narrow… and frightened.
And then she met Jack. Jack Sims was more than four years older than Angela. A stint in the army had delayed his academic education, and the young ex-soldier was now in college on the G.I. Bill. He was tall and good-looking, and enough smarter and more experienced than the other young males on campus to be able to have his pick of the girls. One look at Angela was enough to turn the trick for Jack. After two years of slogging through jungles, dodging ambushes, the lovely Technicolor reality of this innocent young coed was enough to guide Cupid's arrow right through the center of his heart. At first a little nervous around the obviously more experienced older man, Angela soon came to treasure the seemingly mature guidance he gave her.