forms interlocked, and she could feel his bristly face against her cheek at the same moment that his belly, hard and muscular pressed against hers. Julie's breasts flattened against his massive chest. This was it. Now it happened again. His cock was stiff and erect against her, prodding one thigh.
Max kissed her, delving into her mouth with luxurious slowness, deliberate insolence. It was as though he were using the kiss to tell her that she was his property. His arms were around her, and his hands moved up and down her back and over her shoulders and her ass, squeezing and patting with pleasure.
It wasn't that she didn't still feel fear and disgust. She did. And it wasn't that she wouldn't have given almost anything to be able to get out of that bed, because she would have. But it was a physical sensation after all, Julie told herself, and something she couldn't help. She couldn't be blamed for that. You couldn't blame someone for a physical sensation over which she has no control.
It was a heat in her loins, a softening inside of her, as desire seeped through her body with the insistence of an underground spring finding its own path. Her thighs became warm and heavy, and she felt a weakness fill her muscles. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded.
He could tell what he was doing to her, of course. She knew that. There was no use trying to hide that from him. He was an experienced man, and he had told her that she was the type who wouldn't be able to help feeling pleasure. 'A good fuck', he had called her. She had denied it then and had fought against the realization in her own mind that she was just that. But it was true. It was true, but so what? It had nothing to do with her. Nothing to do with the collection of beliefs and ideas that made up her personality. It was physical, nothing more. Any man, in these circumstances, would have been able to excite these feelings in any normal woman. It was something she couldn't help.
His hands continued their movements, slipping around to knead her breasts and slide with familiarity over her belly and down into the tangle, of hair at her cunt. She felt little thrills, little sharp pleasures that wouldn't be denied, and she tried to hide them at first, but it was no use. He was kissing her at the same time, moving his lips over her face and neck and shoulders, licking her skin with his tongue like a cat. The dampness of his spit on her was cool and exciting. Her legs writhed in a spasm of involuntary motion. Max laughed, deep in his throat, and rolled over her, pressing her to her back. She realized that her legs hall parted for him, automatically, without her knowledge. It was almost as though they had shared a bed for years. The thought hammered at Julie's mind like a horrid battering ram.
They were good together!
No. No, that couldn't be. She wouldn't accept that.
It was just a physical sensation, something she couldn't help, something that had nothing to do with her as a person.
Max took his cock in his hands and centered it on her slit. Julie closed her eyes tightly waiting for him to push in.
When be did the sensation sent a thrill over her frame, a quick fit of motion. She gasped and almost cried out.
The connection made, Max lay on her, his weight pressing her body into the mattress. Julie felt a submissive feeling that he couldn't help liking. She felt pinned down by his weight, owned by it, possessed. He was much heavier than Jim.
Oh, God, why had she thought of that?
It wasn't like it was with Jim. It wasn't something you could even compare. One was a love act, the other was rape, something she submitted to out of fear for herself and those she loved. How could you compare the two things. There just wasn't any way. She banished the thought by throwing herself completely into the sensations that were beginning to sweep over her as Max started his movements. She didn't hold back this time, as she had the first time. She let her hips have their way, moving in unison and counterpoint with Max's, and she embraced him, holding him tightly against her. There wasn't any use trying to pretend that he wasn't getting to her. He obviously knew better. And allowing the pleasures to fill her and wash through her might make it a little easier.
The pleasure, the tingling and tickling of joy in her loins grew stronger, and spread up into her ribcage and her breasts, and even in her arms, and down into her thighs and calves. Her knees locked, and her ankles tightened as she thrust her feet down and curled her toes with the power of the pleasure. Their bodies accelerated, the slapping of their bellies filling the room.
'Oh, God!' Her own voice assailed her ears, and she didn't care about it, didn't care about hiding her feelings any longer. 'Oh, Jesus,' she shrieked. 'Yes! Oh, God, yes!'
Then it was like an explosion in her head, so powerful she lost all contact with the room and the world and anything outside of their two bodies, and the stiff organ massaging her insides with insistent force. And she felt his seed boil into her, and she bit down on his shoulder for a moment, and raked her nails across his back, and then she cried out again as the peak give way to a greater peak, an intensity she had never known before.
She lay next to him quietly, too shocked by her own reaction to his lovemaking to cry about it, even. This was more than he had expected from her, surely. It was more than she had ever had with Jim. She had to admit to herself now. She had responded to this son-of-a-bitch in a way her husband had never been able to bring about.
'You're better that I thought,' Max said, stroking her thigh lightly. 'I think you're better than you knew, huh?' He laughed.
'All right, you bastard,' Julie hissed. 'So I liked it. But that doesn't mean I didn't hate it, too.'
'No, it doesn't,' Max agreed, amusement heavy in his voice. 'But as time goes by, sweets, and you get more used to it, the hating is going to get less and the liking is going to get more and more.'
He knew how to hit below the belt, she thought with grudging admiration. If he was trying to humiliate her with his statements, he was good at it.
'Thanks a lot,' she said, and started to cry.
'Oh, shit. Face it baby. We're all animals. We like to eat and we like to fuck because that's the way the nerves are strung together. It's no different with us than it would be with a couple of dogs. Better, maybe, because we're more sensitive animals than dogs are. But not really different. The sooner you face up to that the better you're going to come out of this.'
'You're enjoying humiliating me. And my husband. Would an animal be able to enjoy what you're doing to him? Making him sit in there knowing what's going on between us?'
'As I said, we're more sensitive than the other animals. We enjoy some things they don't.' There was a touch of anger in his voice, as though her reproachful words had stung him a bit. 'Now, I'm going to enjoy something the animals don't do at all, sweety. Just to show you who's in charge of things here.'
'I know who's in charge,' Julie said. She felt a surge of panic. She didn't know what he had in mind, but it had to he something particularly unpleasant from her point of view, if he meant it to show her he was boss.
'I don't think you do. I think you need a little lesson, Julie. A little something to teach you not to be critical. Tell me, just how good a sex life have you had with Jim or whatever his name is?'
'I don't know what you mean. We've had a good sex life.'
'I mean what have you done for him? Anything special?'
'No.' She regretted the denial as soon as it was out of her mouth. It was too quick, too vehement. It told him just what he had meant to find out.
'Well, you're going to be a better wife when I get through with you, sweets, because I'm going to teach you a thing or two about pleasing a man. Farmer Brown in there ought to thank me for what I'm going to teach you.'
'Please,' Julie began, and then, realizing the futility of it, she asked tiredly, 'what do you want me to do?'
'Haven't you guessed? You seem like a pretty hip chick. You must know about things even if you've never done them. I want you to French me, sweet-heart.'
She closed her eyes a moment. This would take about everything she could muster. But, of course, she had expected it to come sooner or later. A man like Max couldn't be expected to forego something like that when he had a woman at his disposal.
'I don't know anything about doing that,' she said. 'You'll have to-to teach me.' She almost choked on the words. Max laughed with obvious enjoyment.
'Nothing to it, baby. I can teach you everything you need to know in a couple of moments. After that it's just
