At four A.M., Tim Jameson sat quietly on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette and gazing down at the still-unconscious figure of his naked young bride. The police had long since taken Art, Sal and Tanya away with them, leaving him alone with his wife in the chaotic wreckage of their home. Now he waited patiently for Susan to wake up. Finally her eyes fluttered open, and she woke with a start, sitting up on the bed in terror, knowing nothing of what had happened since she had blacked out. Then she saw Tim.
"Tim! Oh, Tim!" she cried and flung herself into his arms weeping and sobbing like a baby, grateful to be with her beloved husband once more. "Oh Tim, I thought I'd never see you again."
"It's okay, honey," he murmured quietly, cradling her softly in his arms. "It's all over now. They're gone, and from what the police tell me they should be out of circulation for quite a while."
"It was horrible, horrible," she moaned through her tears. "They did such horrible things to me, Tim… I can't tell you…"
"I know, darling, I know. Just calm down. Everything's all right now."
Soon the young wife's tears had subsided and she gazed up at her handsome sandy-haired husband with relief and adoration.
"When… when did you come back?" she asked.
"The strike was settled this afternoon. I was going to call but I couldn't get to a phone. I got to the house around ten…"
"Then… then you saw…"
"I saw everything… I came in while you were all up here. Everybody was so drunk and… preoccupied… that nobody noticed me or heard me when I called the police."
The young wife moved away from her husband and hung her head in shame.
"Can you forgive me, Tim? Can you ever forgive me for doing what I did?"
"Forgive you? There's nothing to forgive, honey. Those bastards held you prisoner! They forced you into it. The police got the whole story out of that blonde girl. They all had police records, don't you know that?"
"What… what did the police tell you?"
"Well, first of all the young guy, what's his name… Art?"
"Yes… Art…"
"He's an escaped convict. Broke out of a prison in Georgia two months ago and was heading for Canada with his girl friend. The girl… what's her name…"
"Tanya…"
"That's it. She said they'd run out of money and Art was picking up odd jobs in places where he was sure he wouldn't get spotted. But apparently the guy's sick in the head too, and when he found out you were alone, he decided to take the place over and have some fun for a few days. He's got a long history of theft, rape and… murder."
Susan gasped when she heard this, and realized just how much her life had been in danger.
"Oh my God," she moaned.
"The other guy, Sal, was apparently well known to the police. He's part of a big crime syndicate in the East, and they knew he was in Chicago."
"What about the girl…"
"Pathetic. She's been an accomplice of Art's for a long time. She'll be in the cooler for quite a while, too."
Unexpectedly the young wife felt a pang of sadness when she heard that Tanya was to be locked up. Despite the outrages they had subjected her to, and the viciousness with which they had systematically ravaged her sexually, there was something about the bizarre encounter that had taught Susan something about life.
Without this terror-ridden weekend, she might have remained forever a prisoner of her fear and anger. How strange it all was, how unreal and nightmarish.
"The house is such a mess," she said after a long silence. "It'll take so long to repair the damage."
"The insurance will take care of the expense. And we can redecorate together… it'll be like a new start. Maybe all this had to happen, Susan, to bring us to our senses. God knows there was a lot wrong with our marriage, with our whole life together. Maybe all this has been a sign that we have to start over."
"I think you're right, Tim. But… after all that's happened do you think we can? Is it possible?"
"I think so, darling. After all, what's the old saying – love conquers all?"
The young wife smiled, and Tim took her gently in his arms and kissed her warmly on the lips. How good it was to hold her in his arms again, to comfort her and reassure her. Susan returned his kiss with grateful affection, relieved to be held once more by her handsome young husband, feeling safe again at last after her frightening ordeal. Had it been only two days? Even less, really.
"Are you hungry?" Tim asked when they finally broke their warm embrace.
"No… not really. I think I'd like to take a warm bath, though."
"I'll start it for you," her husband said, getting up from the bed and going to the adjoining bathroom. "And Susan…"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
The young wife smiled at her husband and felt a tiny tear begin to trickle slowly down her cheek.
Susan sighed as she sank back into the hot tub, surrounded by glistening bubbles from her bath oil. Her luxuriating young body, aching and weary from the constant sexual assaults during the past forty-eight hours, eagerly welcomed the calming pleasure of a long, relaxing soak. The humiliation and degradation the young wife had endured so recently seemed to fade away like magic as she languidly soaped her curvaceous body letting each stroke wash away the memories of torment and shame. Sighing happily, she finally finished her bath and stepped out of the tub.
Standing before the large bathroom mirror, drying herself with a thick towel, she remembered that her traumatic encounter had begun on Friday evening, just after she had left the bathroom. Suddenly, in rapid montage, all the weekend's events seemed to replay themselves in her mind. She remembered Art's arrival at her front door, looking so handsome and sincere, then revealing himself to her that night as the brutal sadist he really was. And Tanya. How strange it had been to make love to a woman, how oddly exciting despite the fact that she had been forced into it. Finally, there was the depraved orgy – an orgy that had lasted for hours; first her doubled impalement by Sal and Art, and then the last mad debauch in the bedroom until Tim finally returned and brought the police. She remembered how Art had forced her to release her anger, anger she hadn't realized was the source of her fear, by making her stab viciously at her own furniture. It was hard to believe that it had all happened so recently, yet it was true. And they were safely in jail now. Yet, she couldn't help still feeling a certain amount of sympathy and even something akin to warmth toward them all.
Replacing the towel on its rack, the ravaged young blonde stepped out into the bedroom. Tim, who was in bed smoking a cigarette, glanced up as she came into the room and looked startled. For a moment Susan didn't understand his reaction, but then realized why he had such an odd smile on his face. She was completely naked. Normally she put on a robe or negligee when she had finished bathing, but she hadn't even thought about it this time. She realized with a start that she no longer was ashamed of her nakedness. After the past two days, how was that possible? She had been completely naked with total strangers. In the back of her mind she realized that perhaps she had learned a lot more than she thought.
"You look incredible," Tim remarked as his widened eyes traveled up and down the full length of her milk-white young body, lingering on the pointed upthrust mounds of her softly pulsing breasts and slowly taking in her full curving hips and tapered legs. He couldn't help but notice a change in her, not just the fact that she was standing completely nude before him with no apparent shame, but there was an atmosphere about her – a sense of womanliness and allure that had been the one missing element before. There was no doubt about it, she was a different woman now, vastly different from the frightened creature he had left on Monday. "Susan, I've never seen you so beautiful."
"Thank you," she said softly, her voice taking on a pleasant, somewhat husky quality he had never noticed before. "You look awfully good to me too."
Tim laughed softly and threw back the covers, revealing that he, too, was completely naked. Susan glanced down in unabashed admiration at his slender muscular form. The young couple exchanged warm smiles, and their eyes locked together fully and directly, establishing a steady current of unspoken affection and love. Immediately Tim's thick cock began to lurch into erection until finally it stood up proudly from the furry tangle of his pubic hair, swelling with eager desire.
His young wife gazed openly at his hotly pulsing genitals, and a teasing smile crossed her lips.
"I thought you'd be tired from your trip, but I guess not," she remarked slyly.
"To tell you the truth, I was, but not any more." He rose slowly from the bed, never once taking his eyes from the stunning vision of his wife standing like a shimmering Venus before him, no longer frightened and trembling, but sure and confident. "I thought you'd be tired too… after all you've been through."
"I should be… but I'm not tired at all. What was it you said earlier? Love conquers all?"
"Did I say that? Well, well, well…"
As if drawn by the magnetism of their steadily mounting excitement Tim and Susan moved toward each other, breathing faster and faster as lusty passion began to ripple through their naked young bodies. Finally they stood face to face and suddenly reached out their hands and clasped each other in a feverish embrace, their lips meeting hungrily as they showered each other with hot kisses. Tim slid his hands down to the softly curving roundness of his ardent wife's white hips, then upwards over the trembling plane of her stomach, until they came to rest on the resiliently pulsing flesh of her taut breasts. He massaged them hungrily, reveling in the silky smooth texture of those pliant mounds, no longer cold with resistance but quiveringly hot and alive. He squeezed the little buds of her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers until they stood out proudly erect.
In response, Susan's hands dropped down to grip the rigid girth of her young husband's thick swollen cock, and deftly pulled away the soft covering of velvety foreskin, exposing the purplish blood-filled head that pulsed in lustful anticipation. Then, in a sudden, unexpected move, she dropped to her knees before him and took the throbbing head into her mouth, avidly closing her wet glistening lips around it.
"Unnnngggghhhhh!" Tim moaned with pleasure as she took his cock all the way into the moist interior of her mouth. Gently, tantalizingly, she moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue around his desire-bloated little glans while her teasing fingers closed around his huge swaying balls and kneaded them softly. Closing her eyes, the sensually-awakened young wife savored the delicious sensation of having her husband's hot rigid penis in her mouth as it slid up into the farthest recesses of her expanding throat.
Tim gripped the curly tresses of her light-brown hair in ecstasy, scarcely believing that his formerly frigid young wife was rapidly becoming everything he had ever hoped she would be. His mind became filled with lewd erotic thoughts as he fantasized all the delightful love-play that was possible between them now. Susan began to increase the tempo of her eager sucking, fondling his balls enticingly as she brought her delighted husband quickly to the point of seething arousal. He began to plunge his excited penis in and out of her yielding throat. while she gripped his tautly flexing buttocks with her roving hands and kneaded them rhythmically as he thrust his pelvis back and forth in growing frenzy.
"Oh Christ, baby," he moaned suddenly, "let me fuck you… it's been so long…"
With childlike happiness, Susan eased her lips off his hotly swollen penis and stood up. They were at the very edge of their wide double bed, and suddenly, with a deep guttural growl, Tim seized her satiny shoulders with his hands and the two of them fell backwards, consumed by a swelling tide of aching sensuality. He quickly arched his body over her, positioning himself so that his knees were between her legs. Then, supporting himself with one hand, he gripped his lustily throbbing cock in the other and placed it at the quivering entrance of his reclining young wife's extended vaginal slit. With a victorious cry he lunged forward, thrusting his rock-hard cock-shaft deep up into her moistly contracting cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" Susan mewled in delight as she felt her husband's rigidly hardened penis slide all the way into her welcoming cunt. Quickly she twined her tapering legs high around his back, giving full and total access to her love-craving vaginal interior, and reached her eager hands around to knead once more the hard half-moons of his buttocks, pulling and stretching them apart lewdly as he began to thrust his hips up and down and around in a torrid screwing motion.
The lust-drenched young bride was overwhelmed as her naked husband's thickly swollen spear traveled in and out the length of her wetly palpitating cuntal sheath. This was a thousand times better than anything she had experienced with Art, Sal or Tanya! A magical radiance seemed to envelope her from head to foot, and she reeled delightedly in the knowledge that at last she and Tim could experience sensuality in a fully open way. Flashes of pleasure rippled through her naked throbbing body as Tim drove his massive cock all the way in up to her belly, pulled out again and then lunged forward, until he buffeted against the thrillingly hot hard wall of her cervix. She cried out shamelessly, reveling in the sheer honest pleasure of their love-making.
Looking up, she could see his head thrown back like a proud lion, his handsome face contorted with excitement, and the sight of his mounting lust aroused her even more. Accommodating her warmly quivering body to his, she began moving against his writhing frame like a wild creature, twisting her pelvis in sheer abandon, and grinding hard against the stocky base of his shuddering cock.
It was incredibly intense, even more intense than what she had experienced before, but the newly awakened young bride reveled in it, mewling with delight, her curvaceous young body tinglingly alive from head to foot, surging with hot flashes of ecstasy. She knew in that delirious moment that her fear and anger were a thing of the past. Miss Whitfield's bitter lectures no longer held sway over her mind – the young wife no longer resented fate for her frigidity, and, best of all, she no longer feared her husband. She was his, completely and totally!
"Yeeesssssss!" she groaned, demonically, "Yeeeessssss!!!"
Hungrily, she reached up with her hands and grasped his head, pulling his mouth down onto hers. Her wet snake-like tongue darted over his groping lips and against the hard white wall of his teeth, which parted eagerly as his own thick tongue shot forward to meet hers. Greedily their hot oral spears mingled in raging passion, as though they could never get enough of each other. Susan's thunderingly aroused husband pulled her moist palpitating tongue into his mouth, sucking it until she felt it would be ripped heedlessly from its moorings, but it felt wonderful, wonderful.
Slipping his arms beneath her hotly responding body, Tim gripped his wife's supple flesh, and their two copulating bodies began rolling deliriously all over the bed. So tight was their embrace that their thrashing bodies seemed cemented together as they heaved shamelessly on the straining creaking bed.
"Oh Honey!" the delighted young husband cried, "You feel sooo gooddddd!!! Sooo ggggoooddddd!!!"
He forced her thighs up and apart as far as they would go so that he could sink his wildly plunging cock as far as humanly possible into her quaking pussy. Susan, reveling in her lewdly splayed position, used all her strength to lift her creamy-white buttocks even higher. It thrilled her to the very core of her being to be taken like this by her own husband!
"Oh harder darling, harder!" she found herself suddenly crying out.
Seething with triumph, Tim hammered into her wetly gasping pussy like a primitive barbarian. He knew for once and for all that Susan had changed, changed miraculously into a creature of sheer lusty excitement! At last his wife was awakened to the pleasures of the flesh, and he knew their marriage was saved. Not only saved, but well on the way to being completely satisfying. He couldn't believe his luck, and realized inwardly the irony of the situation. She had been systematically raped by two hoodlums and their girl, yet she had come out of it totally transformed. It was incredible, but it was true, excitingly true!
Their fevered bodies rocked excitedly to and fro, each craving complete union with the other. Deep inside the delighted husband's heavy testicles, he could feel his boiling seed gather achingly, painfully, within his churning loins like a volcano about to erupt. Susan, also, sensed uncontrollable spasms of radiant pleasure sizzle through her hot cuntal depths, spasms that made her thrashing legs tremble and her entire young body quake in gasping ecstasy.
Suddenly their bodies soared out of their conscious control as the first jet of white-hot cum shot out of Tim's madly jerking cock and traveled deep into his enraptured wife's raging belly, while the two of them shook in the throes of torrid mutual orgasm. It was all Susan could do to cling tightly to her ejaculating young husband. Her hotly perspiring body was lost in a seething windstorm of delight, vastly more intense than what she had experienced with the others. It was beautiful, incredible, wildly exciting. Electric waves of erotic energy shot through their rocking bodies as if they had been struck by lightning.
Their young voices mingled in shrieks of wanton pleasure as their tumultuous orgasm went on and on. Finally, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their blissful shameless fucking, Tim emptied the last bubbling gush of his boiling semen into her wetly frothing vaginal canal… and then… it was over.
They lay on their bed, entwined lovingly in each other's arms, their bodies bathed in a sumptuous afterglow from their galvanic copulation. The first rays of morning sunlight began to filter through the window and fell across their softly heaving bodies. Susan looked up just in time to see the pinkish-gold disc of the sun rising above the row of suburban houses.
"Look, darling," she whispered to her young husband, "it's the start of a new day… a brand new day.