Within a month after their first meeting, both the young people knew they were destined for each other, a state of affairs that removed Angela's last natural psychological protection against the temptations of lust.
One warm spring night she and her young hero were lying on the grass behind the library, protected from prying eyes by a screen of bushes and the dark. Jack had removed Angela's brassiere, not for the first time. However, in the past, this was about as far as it ever went, Jack delighting his intended by nibbling and sucking at the ripely rounded mounds that she so timidly exposed to him. Maybe it was the spring air, maybe it was just time, but the whole thing got out of hand. A couple of times before, Jack had got as far as to slip a finger inside the elastic leg band of Angela's panties, once even working it part way up inside her incredibly tight little virginal opening. The first time Angela had ever felt this happen had almost stunned her by the intensity of the feelings awakened in her long-denied body, but, at the same time, she became frightened and made Jack stop.
This time the delighted, if apprehensive, young virgin did not stop the intruding finger, but, instead, writhed and moaned on the soft grass as Jack wormed his middle finger higher and higher up inside her tight cuntal depths, relaxing, stretching wide the reluctant opening. By the time Jack was working her panties down over her feet, the wildly aroused young coed was past knowing what was happening, and didn't notice Jack pulling down his pants to release his already erect cock-shaft. Then, suddenly, there was a sensation of weight, and the delicious stroking of her eager young cunt changed into incredible pain. Looking up suddenly, the terrified virgin saw Jack's manly form hovering over her, his hips pressed tightly into her own agonized loins. Some last bit of control kept the young woman from screaming out into the night as Jack's mighty rod of lust-driven male flesh tore through her fragile hymen, searing her loins with agony. Mercifully, it was short, and the excited Jack was cumming after several long hard stabs up into the virgin depths below, engulfing her no longer virginal cunt with the first hot flood of sperm she had ever known.
Angela was at first overcome by shame for what she had done, or rather, what she had let happen to her. Vowing to never again become involved in such an obscene and painful activity, the young coed was chagrined to discover herself, just two weeks later, once again spread-eagled below a panting and thrusting Jack. The dam had been breached! Angela had launched on her sexual life as a mature woman whether she knew it or not. But, still the young woman held on to her beliefs, convincing herself that this was different, even if still somehow sinful. After all, Jack was the man she was going to marry, and, being influenced by some of her more daring and uninhibited roommates, the eager young girl said to herself that a simple piece of paper such as a marriage certificate could never make her love for her man any righter than it was just now. But that's as far as it went. Never would the young coed have even let the thought enter her mind of sleeping with another man, one not intended her by God.
Soon another problem began to bother the young beauty. The second time she made love it no longer hurt, but, to her amazement, even felt kind of good. For the next two or three weeks.
Angela dutifully let Jack make love to her, gaining warm satisfaction out of the obvious pleasure her beloved got from the act, and a few sensitive tickles for herself. But then one day, after Jack had coaxed her into straddling his loins while he lay on his back, so that Angela had to slide up and down on her lover's impaling cock, the young woman had suddenly been stunned by an incredible sensation that burst unexpectedly in her penis-filled cunt. Her eyes opening wide in shock, the young girl had let out a little yelp and jumped off Jack's body, his huge gleaming shaft slipping out of her cunt and rearing up like an angry white cobra.
"Hey, what the…?" Jack exclaimed. "What happened?"
"I-I don't know," Angela said in confusion. "Something happened… felt strange inside." To her further dismay, Jack started laughing.
"You just had your first orgasm, silly," he chuckled.
"Really?" Angela responded. A pleased little smile came over her face and she lay down with a sigh next to her lover.
"Hey, wait a minute," Jack said in mock sternness. "You may have had your orgasm, but I haven't had mine." He pointed to his swollen penis and ordered, "Now, get back up on there and don't stop until you milk it dry."
Angela blushed at his lewd words and at the sight of his huge member so nakedly awaiting her, but did as he asked, being rewarded with her own second orgasm just as Jack began pumping his hot semen up into her ever more receptive womb. In those days Jack had been a strong and untiring lover, bringing Angela to orgasm time after time. But for some reason it all changed after their marriage. For reasons that neither of the young couple could put their finger on, Jack became more hasty, not exactly thoughtless, but genuinely unable to hold back his orgasm until his new wife had hers. In the nearly twelve months since they had been married, Angela had had just two or three climaxes, just enough to tease her, remind her what she was missing, but not enough to still the raging need that grew day after day up inside her cum-starved depths.
All these thoughts and more passed through the young wife's mind as she lay in hopeless despair in her bed, the slow tears still trickling down her cheeks. She didn't know how much longer she could fight the powerful desires that coursed through her sensual young body, and, at the same time, she hated herself for being the victim of these desires. "Temptations of the flesh," her parents had said, and she succumbed to them like the most wanton scarlet woman. If only she could be satisfied with her lot, Angela thought in despair. She loved her husband, and they got along in all ways but this one, the one she couldn't seem to do without. Lately, faint thoughts of leaving Jack and at least escaping the terrible torture of sleeping next to his powerful body unfulfilled, had come to her. In despair, she put the thought from her mind, but it came back on its own, seaming her that something would have to be done soon, or she would lose her mind.
Finally, sleep released the young woman from her mental torture, and she lay stretched out beside her husband, a false picture of youth and beauty and contentment.
CHAPTER TWO
Jack Sims eased his car into the company parking lot, wincing as the tires bounced roughly over a high spot in the pavement. Damn, I must have got drunk last night, he thought, trying not to move his aching head. Half remembered images of the party flickered through his mind, but much more sharp were his recollections of that sexual debacle with Angela after they got home.
What the hell was the matter with him? he asked himself bitterly. Two years they had gone together, having no trouble making love, and now, all of a sudden, this. Like most men, Jack hated to put the blame for sexual inadequacy on himself, and had been looking for some time for a way to lay at least some of it on his wife, and, little by little, he was beginning to be successful, at least in his own mind. She just made him feel so… so… tense. No wonder he couldn't hold it back.
And maybe there was a little boredom in the whole thing, too. As a young man, Jack had had a dizzying succession of women, but now, for something like three years the only woman he'd slept with was Angela. Not that she wasn't worth sleeping with, he thought ruefully. Hell, he'd never found a more beautiful woman, no one who turned on more in bed. For just an instant, a faint thought flickered in the back of Jack's mind, a thought perhaps too close to the truth for him to really let live long. Thinking of his wife's passionate responses to his love-making stirred up some old fear, a subtle feeling that somehow she was threatening something in him, in his manhood, and, for a moment, Jack knew he probably had the key, but then it was gone, pushed from his memory by automatic mental defenses. And, besides that, having parked the car, the young man was now entering the plant, and, once in the plant, he tried never to let anything but work occupy his mind. He was ambitious, and felt this was the right way to get ahead.