heaving cuntal interior. White-hot sperm began to surge in his bouncing testicles as he rammed into her with the fury of a jackhammer.
Kneeling before him, her body jerking in perfect sensual rhythm with his, Susan began to experience velvety warm flashes of heat galloping wildly through her writhing loins. Her ravishing young body trembled with raw animal passion as delirious thrills consumed her for the first time in her life. Her wetly throbbing vaginal passage grew unbearably hot and pounded with an incredible need. She felt herself on the edge of a staggering sensual precipice, about to fall over the brink into a bottomless sea of irresistible, forbidden delight! She thrilled with happiness to think that at last her moment of complete release was suddenly here, despite everything! At last she was going to fulfill herself as a woman!
But in the next moment Tim began to cry out with the approach of orgasm.
'I'm cumming,' he moaned wildly, 'Oh fuuuccckk… I'm cuuuummmiiinnggg! Uuuuunnnggghhh! Fuuucckk!!!'
Susan was shocked back to reality by his obscene excited cries, and her body quivered fearfully when, in the next minute, his raging load of thick hot semen exploded in convulsive spasms into her violently clenching pussy.
It was happening too fast! The young wife suddenly found herself completely disoriented, and the ecstatic pleasure she had felt only moments before suddenly fled as quickly as it had come. He's an animal, a voice cried out in her head, an animal! Miss Whitfield! No…nooo! She felt as if boiling lava were squirting into her loins and spreading throughout her body! Bogeymen! Cummmiiinnggg! Inside of her body! Suddenly she was seized with blind terror as she had been so often in her childhood nightmares.
'Nooo!' she cried, protesting against her returning fear as much as the torrent of hot cum her triumphant husband poured into her from his rapidly jerking penis, 'Nooo!'
Tim rammed his massively ejaculating cudgel back and forth until its rhythm abated naturally and the last drop of his white sperm had jetted into her. Then, slowly, he pulled away as Susan fell forward in an exhausted heap on the bed. Something had happened at the last minute, something he had been too excited to comprehend. She had been responding incredibly and then at the moment of orgasm… What was wrong?
'Susan?' he asked softly. 'Susan?'
'Oh, Tim…' she moaned, her face buried tearfully in the coverlet of the bed, 'it's no good… it's no good…'
Tim's face soured into an expression of deep disappointment and anger as he realized once more that his efforts had been in vain. He had fucked her, yes, and had a full release, but now, seeing his wife once more shuddering in fright on the bed, the momentary galvanic excitement he had experienced quickly fled, replaced by the old feeling of resentment and frustration.
'Christ,' he said wearily, rising from the bed. 'What's the use?'
Susan Jameson sat absolutely still on the sofa, her mind slowly returning to the present. Tim had left for Boston a half hour after their unhappy encounter, and nothing was settled. Things remained at an impasse so that it looked as though their marriage might fall apart completely. Yet she also knew that something had happened to her during his cruel rape, for she had experienced, at least for a few rapturous moments, a sensual awakening the likes of which she had never known before. Maybe, with a little more time, she could really let herself go and experience an entire orgasm. With surprise, she realized that the crotch band of her panties had become moist, probably because of her detailed recall of what had taken place on Monday. Quickly she got up from the sofa, feeling a little embarrassed, to change into a fresh pair.
But as she started up the steps to the second floor of the house, the doorbell rang.
CHAPTER TWO
The petite young housewife paused momentarily on the stairs, wondering who could be at the door. She wasn't expecting anyone that day, and the only neighbor who was in the habit of dropping in unexpectedly was Mrs. Carson, who was away on vacation. The doorbell rang again.
'Just a minute,' Susan called as she descended the steps and paused in front of the mirror to straighten her dress and pat her hair into place. Oh, it must be the paperboy collecting for the week, she decided.
Going to the front door, she opened it slightly and found that her visitor was a good-looking young man who she guessed was in his late teens or early twenties.
'Yes?' she asked.
'Excuse me, ma'am,' the young man said politely, grinning at her with a friendly smile, 'but is your husband at home?'
'No… not at the moment,' Susan replied, somewhat cautiously. Tim had warned her often about being careful of strangers in the neighborhood, especially since the crime rate was going up steadily, even in their suburban area.
'Oh, that's too bad,' the young stranger said. 'I tell you, ma'am, I'm in kind of a tight spot. I know its not proper for me to be knockin' at your door like this — you probably think I'm some kind of freak or somethin' — but I'm just lookin' for odd jobs in the neighborhood.'
Susan noticed that he spoke with a slight trace of a southern accent. His face was extremely handsome, youthful and wholesome with bright brown eyes and high cheekbones topped by a thick curly shock of dark brown hair that, Susan thought, made him look almost like a young Greek god. Opening the door a little wider she noticed that he was quite slender, with an extremely well-muscled body revealed by the tapered bright yellow T-shirt and tight white jeans he wore. His feet were clad in high black workman's boots. Despite her initial distrust of her visitor, the young wife found herself fascinated by the good-looking youth and curious to know more about him. His face was so pleasant and sincere that it allayed her fears.
'Do… do you live in the area?' she asked.
'No, my home town's Atlanta, Georgia, and I'm headin' for Oregon to visit my brother. I been hitchhikin', but my luck ain't been so good. I had to get a bus from Ohio out to here, and my money ran out. Tell you the truth I ain't had a square meal or slept in a decent bed for two nights, so I thought I'd just ask around to see if there were some jobs I could do. I noticed your lawn needs cuttin' and I thought I'd just ring the bell and ask.
'I see. I don't know what to say. You should speak to my husband about it, really. We do need to have some work done on the yard, but…'
'Can I talk to your husband when he comes back?'
'I don't think he'll be here until Sunday.' The young wife immediately regretted her last remark. Although she had no real reason to mistrust this boy, she knew a wife alone without a man in the house was in a very vulnerable position. 'I'm… I'm sorry,' she said, attempting to close the door.
'Ma'am look, I'm really desperate for some money, can I just do the work and come back when your husband comes home to get paid? I can sleep in the park down the street tonight, and believe me, by tomorrow afternoon your yard'll look like the garden of a palace!'
'I… I don't know,' Susan said nervously. She felt foolish being so standoffish with the young man. After all, his story made sense, and he seemed sincere. What harm could there be in letting him work on the yard? Still, she had heard stories about suburban wives who were preyed upon by strangers when they were alone. She glanced searchingly at the boy, as if trying to make up her mind whether or not to hire him, and he smiled back at her so winningly that suddenly all her suspicions appeared utterly ridiculous. 'Oh, I suppose it'd be all right,' she said finally. 'When do you want to start?'
'Right now,' he replied cheerfully. 'The sooner I get to work, the sooner I can get some food in my belly.'
'Oh, well why don't you come in and have a sandwich, it'd be no trouble.'
'Ma'am, I ain't sure that'd be proper, what with your husband away.'
Susan smiled at him warmly. There was definitely something about him that inspired her trust. He was so courtly and gentle, so clean-cut, certainly nothing like the dirty hippies she had seen wandering around the streets
