A long time later, after her whole life had been turned upside down, Catherine Mason would remember having perceived the harbinger in the storm. She would realize that her trepidation, and her bizarre fascination with the then unexplainable feelings that gripped her, had derived from a sixth sense, warning her that she had more to fear that day than the elements, that she faced a danger much greater than the mere wrath of God as personified in the fury that poured from the sky.
It was not the kind of storm one was accustomed to seeing in that part of California. Though not by any means a real tornado, the balmy green-clouded stillness that had immediately preceded it would have sent old-timers in West Texas or Kansas scurrying to the shelter of their cellars. The clouds took on that unreal looking greenish glow; the light left the sky as swiftly as if there'd been a sudden near-total eclipse; a vacuum-like stillness seemed to descend over the rolling, vineyard-planted bills. It was almost summer and it was not cold. It was neither cold nor hot. Yet it looked cold, cold in a way she'd never seen it look before, and riding beside her young husband in the front seat of their second-hand Chevy the sensuous nineteen year-old blonde shivered involuntarily, folding her bare arms protectively oven the flimsily-shielded swells of her high standing young breasts. She gazed apprehensively through the windshield at the surrealistic painting created by the low-hanging clouds, then slid suddenly across the seat toward her husband, pressing her slender, bared thigh hard against the gear-stick in order to get as close to him as the bucket seats allowed.
"It looks absolutely weird out there!" she gasped, dropping her hand to his knee and feeling him tense slightly at her touch.
"It's just gonna rain," Bob Mason said, his eyes roving quickly over Cathy's supple young body before he returned his attention to the road. "And maybe hail a. little. Giulio's vineyard's another thirty miles or so. I was hoping we could make it there before it broke." He paused, peering intently into the distance before them. "No chance," he added, shaking his head.
Following his gaze, Cathy watched the sudden intricate web-work of lightning that was scrawled over the bank of clouds. It seemed to fade but gradually, like a hieroglyph drawn in disappearing ink. She winced at the clapping of thunder, which seemed to follow a long time later, so long that she'd begun to think it would not come. Then to the north, in the direction they were driving, she distinguished the gray wall of rain, still and solid-looking against the backdrop of clouds above and beyond it, standing up unmoving as though it were drawn on the sky in careful, slanting lines.
"You really think it's worth stopping at the vineyard?" she asked as the last sound of the thunder died off.
"Giulio makes some of the best wine in California, especially at the price he charges if you get it straight from him. Besides that, I haven't seen him in a couple of years. He's getting old."
Cathy sank back in her seat, drawing her hand back to her own softly contoured thigh as she watched 'another white streaking of electricity imprint itself on the sky. She waited, counting one, two, three, four, for the thunder. And still she winced when it came. Past the window flashed a neon sign reading Motel. She thought: I would like to have stopped. She glanced back at her husband out of the corner of her eyes. Furtively she observed his handsome profile, his slender but well defined chest and arms. Her eyes dropped lower,, then she looked away. It was funny, she thought. She and Bob had been married just a few days less than a month. They had just finished an extravagant and luxurious honeymoon, a gift from his aged and well-to-do grandmother. Now they were going to really begin their married life, and already, though she hardly dared admit it to herself, she was beginning to have misgivings. It wasn't that she didn't still love Bob, she loved him as much as she ever had. But it was beginning to seem that love, spiritual love, wasn't enough to make a marriage work. She needed something else, that unknown magic something she'd naively taken for granted would appear when they were married, sleeping together, making love. It hadn't appeared, and during the weeks that had elapsed since their wedding night when she'd gone to bed with him for the first time, relinquishing at last the cherished virginity she'd guarded stubbornly to the end, she'd almost ceased to hope she would ever know that magic of which she'd so wistfully dreamed.
Yet now, frightened and yet excited by the storm that was so swiftly descending upon them, she thought she would like nothing so much as just to curl up with Bob in a warm bed in the enclosed shelter of a strange roadside room. Now she would like to make love with him inside while the storm raged without, as if she thought that somehow their sex could feed itself off the excitement and energy that was about to erupt in the sky.
But she would never have the nerve to suggest that to Bob. Not now, anyway, the apprehensive young bride thought to herself as the lightning again crackled across the sky and the first great white balls of hail battered the roof of the car and pelted the road like so many falling golf balls, as her own thoughts went racing back over the last whirlwind weeks to the first night, when she'd been so full of fear, so full of hope.
They'd been married in a small civil ceremony in Santa Monica, and that had been followed by a modest reception at the home of some of Bob's relatives. Then finally the reception was over and, slightly intoxicated, nervous and happy, they took the long limousine ride to the Ramada Inn in Hollywood, where they would spend their first night together before catching a noon-day flight to Acapulco. Even now Cathy would almost feel the excitement that had fluttered in her stomach as they took the elevator up, as they walked down the long, lighted halls to their suite, as Bob unlocked the door and lifted her from the floor and carried her through the door. Holding her strongly in his arms, he kissed her hard on the lips, then let her gently down and returned to retrieve the small overnight bag from the hall.
"Do you want to have a drink… first?" Cathy remembered saying in a choked, quivering voice.
"No. We don't need a drink."
As he looked into her eyes she saw the determination set in his face. Then he set the bag down on the plushly carpeted floor, guided her gently but firmly across the lounge and through the door to the bedroom. Cathy felt her heart pounding in her breasts as she was confronted with the elegant, queen-sized bed, waiting, she thought then, like a sacrificial alter. She looked at the bed, then turned nervously to face Bob, a shiver running through her as she met the steel lust in his eyes, as he let his gaze dropping from her flushed and sultry face down to the full tightly rounded swells of her breasts straining against the lacy blouse she wore beneath the light beige jacket that matched her skirt.
"God, baby," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Have I been waiting a long time for this."
"I'm scared, Bob," she answered breathlessly.
Then his arms were around her, pulling her to him, his lips covering over hers and his tongue snaking deeply into her mouth. She felt his hands crushing against her spine and shoulder blades on the outside of her jacket and blouse, then dropping to the tightly rounded half-moons of her buttocks to pull her loins forcibly up against his own so that suddenly she felt the frightening bulge of his erection press hard against her warm thighs and the tender mound of her pubis. His tongue was still thrusting halfway toward her throat, his lips pressing so hard against hers she was sure they would bruise, his hands clawing animal-like at the pliant firmness of her tightly flaring ass. Then, as her legs almost buckled beneath her from her building excitement and fear, Cathy was released from her husband's grasp. A little sigh escaped her lips as his mouth drew away from hers, then her eyes widened as he pushed the jacket from her shoulders and with trembling hands started undoing the buttons down the front of her dress.
The virginal young blonde thought she could have almost passed out as she stood motionless before her husband, submitting without resistance as he slowly stripped the clothing from her sensuous young body. In spite of the freedom she'd granted him during some of their more torrid petting sessions, it occurred to her that she'd never let him see her completely naked, and that realization only increased her building passion as he untucked her blouse from her skirt and worked it down off her arms, then reached behind her back to loosen the snap of her bra, pushed the tight straps from her shoulders so the tightly constricting cups fell away suddenly to reveal the full, proudly upstanding nipple-peaked swells of her ripe, full breasts. Almost whimpering, she resisted the fleeting impulse to cover herself as his eyes hungrily took in the sensuously exposed upper half of her body, as his fingers fumbled with the snap at the side of her skirt, lowered the zipper so that it fell suddenly to the floor at her feet to leave her clad in nothing but her nylons and panties. Petrified to immobility, she stared down between her proud young breasts as he worked the panty hose down off her thighs, then tugged the panties from her buttocks and down to her knees so she had no choice but to step out of them. Then again he had her in his arms, stooping to cover his lips hungrily over the lust-swollen nipples of her breasts.
"Oh!" she gasped as his teeth closed too tightly on one of the tingling tips, his hands at the same time clawing even more hungrily at the tightly flexed roundness of her buttocks. But her hands had moved, seemingly of their own accord, up to stroke urgently through his hair and she was holding his face tightly to the exposed nakedness of her torso and squirming her breasts voluptuously against his eagerly sucking lips and tongue.
Then a little cry of disappointment rose in her throat as he again jerked his face away from her surrendered, burning flesh, and a moment later her legs almost went weak as he guided her suddenly to the queen-sized bed and pushed her quickly down onto her back atop the cover.
Still hardly able to accept the fact of what was about to happen, the naked bride lay motionless on her back, staring with rapt attention as her husband tore off his coat and tie and started to unbutton his shirt. Bob's eyes were still fixed hungrily on her body, and he tossed his garments casually away in his eagerness, stepping out of his trousers and leaving them crumpled in a heap on the floor before he jerked his jockey shorts swiftly downward and the sudden exposure of this long, thickly throbbing cock caused Cathy's whole body to tremble in fearful disbelief. My God, it was just too big! She could never take that huge thing up inside her tight little virgin vagina, and the mere thought of the prospect caused her to clench her eyes tightly shut. Then she shuddered again, her thighs scissoring tightly closed and her forearms pressing protectively over her breasts as she felt the bed sag from the weight of Bob climbing up beside her. She opened her eyes to mere slits, her mouth going slack as she felt him seize her wrists and pull her arms apart. Then one of his knees was planted between her legs to spread them a few inches. At the same time he was drawing outward on her arms, stretching them to full spread-eagle length away from her body on the bed. She tried feebly to resist and found, with a certain strange masochistic sense of security, that he was not going to let her stop him this time as she'd stopped him so many times before. Then he dropped his face again to the upthrust highly parted rounds of her breasts and she once more squirmed her naked upper torso eagerly against his face as he resumed the maddening licking and nibbling and sucking at her tender little nipple buds.
"Oh God!" the aroused and frightened blonde whimpered in the sheer passion of her building terror and lust. Her husband's hands were mauling over her naked body like he was some kind of sex-starved criminal just out of his cell. She was completely naked and exposed to his eager caress and now somehow he'd managed to plant his other knee down between her own, and he was gradually forcing her thighs apart with the same unrelenting determination he'd employed in forcing her to surrender her breasts. It was going to happen. It was really going to happen and in spite of the fear that bound her body and soul she took a lurid comfort in her knowledge of the fact.
Then the nakedly pinioned young blonde's whole squirming body jerked as Bob released one of her wrists and raked his hand almost viciously down over her ribs and the smooth warm skin of her belly, his fingers stroking through the thin blonde curls of the hair of her cunt before darting right down between her thighs to trail along the already lustfully moistened little slit.
"Ouuuuuuu!" Cathy whimpered, hopelessly trapped between her terror of the unknown and the salacious promise of the weirdly tantalizing sensation. But a moment later her body went stiff and her buttocks jerked spontaneously away in retreat as Bob dropped his own loins down between her forcibly parted thighs and she felt the rigidly pulsating hardness of his penis insert itself straight between them. A distant moan poured from her lips and she stared up with wide open eyes as he levered further up over her trembling body, his finger parting the blonde-fringed lips of her pussy and working slowly up into the cringing little opening as she struggled and jerked beneath him.
But beyond all her terror her body was crying out with an inflamed surging need, her want perhaps even intensified by her fright. Bob was still sucking and licking alternately at the lust-swollen tips of her upthrust nipples, his thumb stroking rapidly across the little nub-end bud of her clitoris as his finger wormed deeper and deeper up against the virgin membrane of her hymen.
Then she felt her husband shift slightly and another muffled gasp rose to her throat as the finger was slowly withdrawn from the entrance of her clasping pussy hole. She felt him seize the bard-throbbing rigidity of his cock, and as he levered further up over her, the blunt end of it came into sudden contact with her now completely moistened vagina. Then, as she struggled in sudden panic below him, he again seized the wrist he'd momentarily freed, pinning it once more tight above her head as he bucked forward to drive the swollen head of his cock straight up into the quivering elastic opening of her cunt.
"Ooooohhhh!" the helpless blonde cried out from the sudden raw stab of pain. She writhed and moaned like a slave strung out on the rack as the ruthless penetration continued, the bludgeoning rod of cockflesh driving with unyielding pussy tightness, ripping her hymen to shreds as it buried itself to the hilt into her previously unspoiled little cunt.
"God! It's too big!" Cathy whimpered, her whole body jolted by the agonizing violation. Bob's cock seemed to fill her all the way to her belly and she thought she would die if he made so much as a move. Then she cried out anew as he flexed the massive cock even deeper up into her loins, and she lay motionless in pain and fear as he slowly started to draw it out, then just at the first faint sign of relief sent it surging straight back up into her again.
During those first few slow skewering strokes, Cathy almost thought she would go out of her mind from the sheer sensation. Yet instinct told her that she'd already endured the worst of it, and she tried to take a consolation that at least that bridge had finally been crossed. And still the excitement and newness of it all was there. It was an experience, a sheer raw experience like nothing she'd ever known in her life, and gradually her vaginal muscles seemed to stretch and somehow adjust to the huge cock that was thrust deep up inside her. Her lubricating fluids mingled with the blood of her torn cherry to further slicken and moisten her cringing inner tightness, and as Bob released her wrists and moved his hands back to the pliantly quivering swells of her breasts, she began to experience the first promise of actual pleasure she'd encountered since the initial ripping penetration had completely wiped out all her original erotic yearnings.
"Yes," she whispered at last almost in wonderment. "Yes, honey! Yes, that feels better. Yes, do it to me like that!"
Cautiously, the young bride lifted her buttocks up from the bed, rolling them in a gentle undulation and discovering that token cooperation did nothing to increase her lingering pain and certainly did not detract from the wisps of pleasure that were dancing miraculously out over her softly perspiring flesh. She dropped her arms downward, caressing softly over her husband's laboring shoulders and back, smothering soft kisses of love and gratitude on his face as she began to arch and hunch her nakedly squirming ass-cheeks more swiftly.
"Yes," she purred softly. "Yesss, do it to me. Fuck me!"
She said it, that word she never said in the presence of any man, that word which she'd spoken before only secretly to herself or to her most intimate girlfriends, that word that since her puberty had been for her the source of so much guilt and dread and grudging fascination. She'd said it, somehow meant it in the delirium and excitement of the moment. And then before she knew it; Bob was racking her body with a series of shattering staccato lunges, grunting like an animal and pistoning the hardness of his cock so rapidly in and out of the still tender and burning hole of her pussy that the shear fury of the assault snapped her completely back to reality. And as she opened her eyes to stare up in shame and disappointment she saw the sudden sinking on his face, heard the soft swear word as he lost control and the first thick droplets of his hotly spurting cum went splashing far up into the depths of her belly.
"Oh please," Cathy whimpered, her body stiff and motionless beneath him as Bob continued the relentless slamming into her ravished inner thighs, building to a crescendo, then passing his peak, slacking gradually off until finally he sagged, exhausted and motionless on her.
"Cathy. Are you all right. Cathy. Cathy!"
Her husband's voice seemed to come to her ears from a great distance. Then suddenly she was snapped back to the present. She blinked, looking around at the torrent of blinding rain.
"What happened?" he said.
"Hunh?"
"What were you thinking about. You looked… gone."
"N-nothing," she replied, wondering why she couldn't just tell him the truth. "I was just… looking at the rain."