Laura arrived home with her heart all a flutter. Ralph had come home early, and he wanted her! If only everything would go all right tonight and they could correct all their past awkwardness! She hoped and prayed that somehow they were going to break through the unmentioned barrier of difficulty that seemed to have enshrouded their married life.
"I'm home, darling," she called as she opened the door, removing her key from the lock and stepping into the dimly lit entrance hall.
"I'm upstairs," came his husky, deep-throated voice.
Laura's heart leaped. He was already in the bedroom! She felt as if her skin was flushing beet red all over. Her chest heaved with excitement and her heart pounded in her ears like a tom-tom.
Perhaps he was already lying in bed, stark naked. She imagined her handsome husband lying on his back with the hard tower of his penis standing up sharply perpendicular to the curly dark tangle of hair between his thighs. Would he be holding it? Teasing the tip with his thumb to wipe off some of the clear liquid issuing from it? Her heart beat rapidly, the blood rushing hotly through her ears with the force of a tidal wave. Her training had included the proscribing of any illicit or perverted love, but sex between a man and his wife was a good and natural thing. She felt no shame and was prepared to let herself go in enjoying it. If only Ralph would wait for her for once, and not climax in five minutes or suggest any lewd and disgusting variations.
She vowed that she was going to put forth whatever extra effort would be required to assist their mutual happiness. Her fingers worked nervously at her clothes, shedding them rapidly as she moved up the stairs to the second floor. In another moment she was clad only in her white lace brassiere and panties with her outer clothes thrown over the bannister.
Laura blushed from the pink-painted nails of her toes to the roots of her glossy blonde hair. Was this the way? Could she be sure that Ralph wouldn't be shocked? Well, she'd have to take that chance if she was going to save their crumbling marriage.
And while she was taking it, what would it cost her to go all the way in her allure? Ralph had seen her naked often enough. She stripped quickly out of her brassiere and panties, leaving them in a silky white pool around her feet.
"Honey?" came his voice from the open door of the bedroom. "Are you coming?"
Laura smiled nervously and then stepped awkwardly into the open doorway.
She had been correct in her lewd imaginings! Ralph was lying there in bed without a stitch of clothes on, the light of the table lamp the bedroom's only illumination, casting soft circles of illumination across his hard-muscled manly body.
He gasped as she entered. Ralph was only accustomed to the most demure behavior from his young bride, and to see her posing so obviously for him quite took his breath away. Her body was a work of voluptuous art. Every sensuously exciting detail of her lust-inciting curvaceousness was lucidly clear, from her sensually rising pink nipples to the soft triangle of sparse blonde hair that nestled so cock-stirringly beneath her cream-white belly.
"Do-do you like me, Ralph?" Laura stammered unsurely.
"Like you…" he breathed. He jumped to his feet and almost raced across the carpet to take her into his arms, a deep animal-like groan erupting from his throat. His mouth fell on hers and he devoured it avidly, hungrily, his tongue driving wetly into her open mouth with an urgency that took her breath away and made her shiver all over with excitement.
"Please, please be gentle with me, Ralph," she begged when she could get her mouth free. A certain terror flickered through her as he greedily fondled all the lush contours of her voluptuous young body, kneading her ripe succulent breasts and hips and buttocks a little too cruelly within hot, searching hands that he could no longer control. Small tight fists of flesh were gripped painfully in bloodless white ridges between his savagely clutching fingers. This wasn't the way she had wanted it at all.
His face dropped to the straining young buds of her nipples and he sucked on them until Laura felt as if they were becoming charged with electricity. But he was still being so rough that several times she cried out as his hands twisted and pulled at her trembling young flesh.
"Darling… oh… please… you mustn't… oh no… not this… Ralph… you're too rough… oh darling… it hurrrrts…" But her tortured words went unheeded by her sexually incited young husband. She had gone too far, and she realized that now.
Breaking off his vulturish laving of her helplessly quivering body, he dragged her over to the bed and flung her unceremoniously down on it. In another moment she was imprisoned there by the heaviness of his body falling on top of hers. Her long blonde hair flung from side to side on the pillow in feeble protest as he struggled to get her legs up and spread wide.
"No, Ralph, please… oh, not so fast! Darling, please not so fast!" she moaned, but he was relentless in his urgency to satisfy his fiercely aroused sexual needs. She thrashed in helpless terror, her young aunt now cringing in fear of her husband's imminent entry, scarcely ready for him at all.
He'll split me in two, she thought, horrified. Oh God, he's going to hurt me terribly!
Her large blue eyes flashed desperately with disbelief that this could be happening. Ordinarily Ralph was considerate if nothing else, but just because she had appeared naked before him with the lights still on, he had totally lost his head. She hadn't expected this at all. But what had she expected?
In any case, there was no time now to consider that now. The brutal fact was that she was scared and unprepared and afraid, and that Ralph was trying to enter her. She knew it was going to hurt, and couldn't remember when she had been so sure of anything in her entire life. But, at the same time, was there something inside her that wanted this punishment? Oh God, no.
She begged some more until her throaty pleadings became nothing but an incoherent jumble of mixed-up words. But Ralph ignored her low pleading moans, rolling on top of her to trap her lust-inciting body with his weight as her long slender legs struggled desperately to block his brutal entry. His hips fell heavily between her widely spread thighs, pinning her writhing buttocks down snugly to the mattress. The soft blonde tendrils of her pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing penis, exciting him to incoherent mutterings of maddened and even further uncontrollable desire.
Laura's ravishment was almost complete. His knees held hers wide apart and he ground his pelvis hard into her defenselessly squirming loins. The spasmodic jerking of her soft white inner thighs lured his hand downward, and he searched there between the milk-white columns of her legs, striving to place his lust-heavy penis, trying to maneuver his aching hardness deep into her beckoning blonde cunt.
Suddenly he found the tiny opening he was searching for. Uttering a savage cry of fulfillment, he rammed the blood-engorged head of his cock hard between the moist fleshy lips of her pussy and with a low, drawn-out moan, shoved all the way forward into his young golden-haired wife's quivering vagina.
"Aauuuggghhhh!" Laura cried out, as the walls of her cunt struggled to resist this horrifying intrusion, clasping his penis and pushing it back with all her might. She kicked her legs out wildly on both sides, but it was no use. This only seemed to worsen her position, and there were additional cries of pain from her fear-contorted lips as his stiff male hardness battered still more deeply into her warmly yielding cuntal flesh, ravishing her completely.
"It hurts, oh it hurts!" she wailed piteously, but her husband took no heed. His rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper until finally his pelvis smacked hard against hers as he struck bottom.
"Oh God, no," she gasped, "Ralph, you're splitting me. Don't move it. Don't… aggghhhhh!"
His rigid fleshy column was at long last sunk all the way inside her quivering belly, with the moist warm walls of her vagina wrapped snugly around him in a pressure that drove him suddenly wild.
By now Ralph wouldn't have been able to stop had his life depended on it. Giving his lewdly skewered young wife no chance at all to adjust to his sudden massive presence deep in her womb, he began to fuck her like some animal gone mad, ramming his desire-crazed cock in and out of her without pause. He could think of only one thing, and that was to spew his hot sticky load of sperm deep inside her belly where it belonged. He vented his desire within her moaning, mewling flesh time after time, finally cumming even faster than usual and flooding her stomach several times over with his hot white liquid as he groaned out me force of his passion.
Afterwards neither Ralph nor Laura could remember how many times he had fucked her. All they knew was the continual gush of his cum within her quivering belly and his stiff, jerky swift movements which made both themselves and me bed joggle obscenely.
Laura's mewls and pleadings became interspersed with deeply felt sobs. To some extent her body had betrayed her, because she could not keep her love-starved vagina from gushing forth its own passion-inspired moisture as penis rampaged within her helpless young body. But otherwise the pain was excruciating, for whenever she tried to cushion it by meeting it with desire, some fresh outrage made her resist him anew. Until finally she was sobbing continuously without a stop.
She didn't hear any of Ralph's babbled apologies afterward. She lay motionless beneath him, her large blue eyes opened wide like those of a startled bird's, staring frozenly at the blank white ceiling above them. She felt only pain and self-disgust for the trouble she had taken to please her inconsiderate husband.
It was no use. Ralph knew only unbridled lust for her body. He could never satisfy her. She would probably remain unfulfilled for the rest of her life.
Without any apology, Ralph left the bed and went into the bathroom to wash himself off. She was glad to have his heavy, puffing body off of her. This was not what she had expected in marriage at all. Perhaps the whole thing had been a big mistake.
Laura lay there silent and motionless until he had returned to the bedroom and turned off the lights. It was rather early for them to be in bed, but the ravaged bride felt so drained of energy at she didn't have the strength to protest.
He slipped in beside her and pulled the covers up over them both. After that it was some moments before he spoke. "I'm sorry if I was a bit rough, darling."
"It's all right, Ralph," she said dully.
"You were just so beautiful that I couldn't control myself."
"I said it's all right."
"If you weren't so almighty virtuous it would be even more all right. I don't know, sometimes I think you don't even care. If you'd only show a little…"
"Let's not discuss it, Ralph. I'm more tired than I thought." She yawned without much conviction. "Maybe it's just as well to get to bed early for once."
To save up energy for the Franklins' party tomorrow night, she thought. Cleonora was right about one thing. I need some distraction.
And she vowed to herself that she was going to find it.
The following day broke reasonably clear, but quite windy. For most of the day enormous white clouds hung, seemingly motionless, in the sky above the rolling and tossing sea. This apparent calm above was denied down below, where the ocean thrashed with unconcealed urgency.
Around the Saunders' home, the trees as well blew first in one direction, then the other, thrown by gusty winds off the sea which seemed to strike with typhoon force as Laura watched from the window.
She wondered if she would be able to go to the Franklins after all. In weather like this, the coast road to their house was unpredictable, slices of it having fallen into the sea during similar storms with considerable alacrity. Or so she was told. She and Ralph were too new to the neighborhood to actually have seen the evidence of this.
But no storm developed, and as the day wore on the winds became gentle until finally soft breezes stirred the trees and bushes all around with scarcely a hint of the morning's airborne savagery.
The sun came out around mid-afternoon, and Laura took off some time to sunbathe on the rain-damp lawn in back of the house. The air became warm until she felt as if she were baking under an almost tropical sun. She relaxed and allowed herself to be caressed by the easy, pleasant warmth of that sun. A subtle lassitude entered her bones and muscles, and she felt as if she never wanted to stir again.
Around suppertime came the expected call from Ralph at the clinic. He expected to be late again. She told him that she would be visiting the Franklins for the evening for a meeting of the local women's club. He didn't seem to mind. She promised to leave him something on the stove.
After that she put all her time into getting ready. She wanted herself to be as attractive as possible if she was going to have an opportunity to expand her woefully small circle of friends. What good luck it was that Cleonora had invited her!
She bathed luxuriously, taking her time, and then she anointed her warmly glowing body with various creams and ointments, followed by a generous dash of the most expensive perfumes on her dressing table.
I smell like a prostitute, the naive young girl thought, but I don't care. I'm going to enjoy myself tonight if it's the last thing I ever do.
By the time she was ready to leave for Cleonora's she couldn't remember when she had looked or felt so radiant. Everything about her was exquisite, from the old-fashioned high-heeled pumps she wore on her dainty feet to her short navy blue skirt and the daring way she had unfastened one more button on the top of her pale blue sweater, to the elegant and beautiful waterfall effect of her long golden hair falling shiningly down her shapely back all the way to her waist after she had combed it out and scented it lavishly. She was in a mood that was just a little wild, although she couldn't have told herself why.
Distraction, she repeated to herself. I've got to distract myself and not dwell on my problems with Ralph too much.
By nine o'clock she was ready to leave for the Franklins'. She would have liked to arrive fashionably late in order not to be the first one there, but she didn't want to chance still being home when Ralph arrived, tired and bothered from his long day. Predictably he would send her on various errands for this, that and the other. No, the time to leave was before he came home. She set off down the steps into their driveway with haste and tooled the Mustang out of the garage before she could have any hesitant thoughts. In another few minutes she was turning into the Franklins' drive to add her car to a considerable line of other automobiles already parked bumper to bumper. She parked quickly and then half-ran up the gravel path to the big house.
There seemed to be no one else about, but she could hear happy sounds of merrymaking from within. All the curtains had been drawn, but they were moved occasionally by the brushing of unseen hands and bodies, and beams of light flashed through.
Laura was surprised to be met at the door by a butler in full livery. Ordinarily the Franklins were not so ostentatious. But the house was quite crowded with women – and their dogs – so Cleonora had definitely needed the extra help.
And their dogs. Cleo had told her that the Park Palisades Women's League was composed largely of dog fanciers, but Laura hadn't quite expected that the women would be bringing their dogs to the meeting as well.
Further, all the dogs were German shepherds. And what fine animals they were, too. Their coats shone lustrously in the expert concealed lighting of the Franklin home, and they moved with powerful confidence among themselves and the women. Laura had never seen such splendid animals anywhere, and the collection of so many of them in a single place made the net effect all the more striking and impressive. She looked around to see if Rover were among them.
"Ah, there you are!" came a gushing voice at her side. She turned to find Cleonora approaching her from the study. "Girls, this is the young lady I told you about!"
The commotion died down and a heavy silence fell over all the women. Laura felt very awkward under their examining gaze. "I… I'm not late, am I?"
"No, dear, you're right on time. People just started arriving a little earlier than expected, that's all. We've been preparing for you. Come along."
With this, Laura's beautiful brunette friend took her arm and led her towards the study.
Laura couldn't help but feel self-conscious. For the most part the women seemed older than she was, and their stares were so intent.
A strange scent wafted from the doors to the study as they approached it, and Laura wondered what it was. As they moved through the partly opened doors she saw further that the study's walls had been covered with red-and-violet drapes and the lighting had been greatly altered. There seemed to be more reddish glows all around, and dozens of large red pillows had been cast onto the deep-carpeted floor.
"Incense," Cleonora whispered. "That's what you're smelling." She didn't add that there were also traces of hashish and marijuana in the sultry air.
"Oh." Laura felt vaguely befuddled. Incense? At a meeting of the Park Palisades Women's League?
But hers was not to question. She had come to make friends, and she was going to do her darndest not to seem the farm-girl simpleton among all these worldly women. Although she did consider the dress of some of them to be just a trifle bizarre. There were some women and young wives wearing gold arm bracelets up to their elbows, and many of them with the cleavage of their tight dresses and jumpsuits cut altogether too low for Laura's taste, revealing much too much unbrassiered breast flesh. She even thought she spied the nipple of one woman bending over to have her cigarette lit by another. The woman didn't seem to be wearing any brassiere, and her full, well-shaped breasts reacted to gravity in the natural way by almost falling through the "vee" in the top of her dress.
"Here's a nice place for you to sit, dear. Rover will keep you company."
Laura was surprised to find Cleonora indicating one of the large pillows in the center of the room. She looked around self-consciously. Surely she wasn't expected to sit down on one of those things?
"I'll be with you in a minute. Go ahead. Sit down. I've brought your favorite drink."
Laura looked down. There was a small bottle of sherry and a glass sitting next to the pillow. The sherry Cleonora had given her the previous evening had certainly made her feel nice, though she could probably blame it somewhat for the fiasco between herself and Ralph. If she hadn't been feeling so pleasant, she wouldn't have enticed her husband so brazenly, and maybe then he wouldn't have – well, that was neither here nor there.
With Cleonora's pressuring hands encouraging her, the uneasy young blonde slipped downward onto the large, fluffy red pillow, crossing her legs carefully and smoothing her skirt over her long tanned legs. Rover came up almost immediately and placed his snout in her lap. She cradled his warm head and glanced briefly into his large, adoring brown eyes, then stroked his ears gently as she looked up again and around the room.
Everywhere young wives and older women were settling down onto the large cushions with their German shepherds nuzzling and pushing at them in the most curious way. For the most part the women were stroking the dogs in a normal fashion, but in at least one instance Laura thought she detected some excess of familiarity. She peered across the dimly lit room trying to ascertain if she had seen correctly.
But of course she must have been mistaken. These were all respectable women, and they looked it. They all dressed so expensively, so that she felt almost shabby by comparison. Was it peculiar that as yet Cleonora hadn't introduced her to anyone? Perhaps not. Perhaps there would be a get-together after what was obviously going to be a formal meeting, and then she would get to know people.
Her eyes moved around the room at a leisurely pace, taking in everything. And then she noticed with some astonishment that a sort of dais had been set up at the far end of the room by the windows on which had been placed a motion picture screen.
Her fingers moved in Rover's soft fur. The nestling of his head in her lap made her feel nice, as she picked up the glass of sherry that Cleonora had poured for her and sipped it. The drink was just a bit stronger than the ones she had been persuaded to have the previous evening, but Laura had no difficulty getting it down tonight. The sherry spread a warm comfortable feeling throughout her stomach and she worked her buttocks down into the huge soft pillow as she waited for the meeting to begin.
Cleonora sat down on another cushion close to her and patted her younger friend's hand. Surreal music had started up and now seemed to be floating in from everywhere. As Laura's eyes became accustomed to the swiftly fading light, she thought glimpsed unusual pictures of beautiful women with handsome German shepherds around the walls of the big room. Strange, she thought, that she had never noticed them before, with all the many times she had visited with the Franklins in this very room. Maybe Cleonora only brought them out on special occasions.
Her hostess had lit two cigarettes and passed one to her. "Go ahead, dear. It'll help you to relax," she coaxed.
Laura was startled but she couldn't see how she could refuse. It was true that she had never smoked a cigarette before in her life, but then on the other hand she had never drunk a sherry before, either. Her personality wanted to expand, to find distraction, to alleviate the increasing dissatisfaction and discomfiture she was feeling with her marriage. And Cleonora seemed to know exactly what she needed. It wouldn't be nice to refuse at this point. Besides, the sherry was so nice and made her feel just a little more daring than usual… So she said nothing as the burning cigarette was placed between her sensually parted red lips. It seemed a curious shape for a cigarette, too slim and looking sort of hand-made. She wondered if Cleonora "rolled her own". But that was silly.
"Merely sip it, dear. The way you do the sherry," Cleonora counseled. "Let it fill your lungs, but don't take too much at once. Suck on it carefully."
Laura put her fingers on the cigarette, only mildly aware that other women around her were watching her. She wanted to appear mature and worldly like the rest of them, but remembering her initial experience with the sherry, she knew that it was best to heed Cleonora's advice and take the cigarette very slowly.
After a few puffs Laura had the most irrepressible urge to giggle, and only barely managed to control herself. Her eyelids drooped and she smiled softly as a warm, sweetish feeling flooded her belly and loins. Cigarettes were certainly more remarkable than she had ever previously been led to believe. Did they make everyone feel this way? So nice and relaxed and ready for most anything. Or was it just her, because she had never had a cigarette before?
Cleonora was sitting closer to her now, gently stroking the side of her neck with the fingers of her right hand. Rover sniffed and moved his head in her lap as she caressed his powerful head.
"How do you like that, dear?" asked Cleonora. "Is it as nice as the sherry?"
"Mmmmm," Laura cooed lazily. The cigarette was good indeed. Her eyes moved easily towards the raised section at the far end of the room, and as they did so the lights went down very low and the background music crescendoed. There were unintelligible whispers all around her and she tried to sort them out – until she realized suddenly that she was looking at the motion picture screen on the dais, and that a colored slide had been projected onto it.
Laura gasped as her eyes focused on the astonishing picture in front of her. The slide was a still colored photograph of a German shepherd with an enormous erection!