Stop. Please. Remember our promise!' The promise she was trying to remind him of was one they had made long ago. No sex until marriage. Beth's parents trusted her to live alone and it seemed the least she could do was to honor their trust. It seemed silly and old fashioned, yet she liked the idea of going to her marriage bed knowing that she was giving herself for the first time to the man she loved. Bill had agreed reluctantly and had been good about it until tonight.
Now his hand was between her legs and her dress had been forced up to her hips, exposing the thin white crotch band of her panties. Her long naked legs writhed on the couch and she tried to close them and only succeeded in trapping Bill's probing hand between her strong thighs and guiding it to her nylon covered pubic curls and the softly throbbing lips of her vagina beneath them. 'Ohhhh, Bill!' she moaned as she felt his hot hand close over the thin protective material of her panties and a hot rush of pleasure throb through her belly. 'Bill, for God's sake stop!' she cried, fighting harder now, fighting her own desire as much as his strength.
She struggled, managing to upset him slightly and getting her hands free. He attacked her again, a guttural snarl in his throat, drunkenly lashing out and catching a shoulder of her dress and pulling at it with all his strength, turning her half around with his force and ripping the dress down the front. 'Bill Travers, you're drunk and crazy!' she yelled, going on the defensive, trying to hold her dress together.
He stared at her like she was a stranger. 'Crazy, huh?' he mumbled. He reached and tore at the dress again, ripping it away from her body and revealing her milk-white breasts quivering under her bra. A lewd grin came over his open mouth and two brutal fingers hooked themselves in the bra and tore with relentless force. The bra snapped and was torn from her body and Beth tried to hide her now naked breasts with her hands, cupping the nipples defensively as Bill fought with her hands. He pulled one hand free and his mouth clamped on the naked tip like a suction cup and Beth struggled, her head back, his hot mouth sucking at her nipple making it grow hard and taut. 'Bill, stop, stop before it's too late, oh, God, stop she pleaded softly as she struggled, subdued, her body writhing in a kind of sensual rhythm to the inner pulsating of pleasure she was feeling involuntarily rising in her body.
Her dress was now a torn rag with Bill's hands tearing, pawing, caressing and the one hand still between her legs and the fingers massaging her vagina through her rapidly moistening panties. One finger protruded, forcing the band between her rapidly swelling and parting vaginal lips. The nylon of her panties, aided by his ravaging finger was hurting her and yet exciting her at the same time as it worked its way inexorably toward her vagina and clitoris. She felt a dampness of excitement between her legs and her breath was coming deeper and faster.
He bent her back again, the small of her back bending over one padded arm of the couch and her head fell back and her breasts jutted upward all the more. More quickly than she thought he could move, his mouth flew to her other breast and his tongue licked at the nipple as his lips closed over it and sucked. He sucked hard, hard enough to hurt. But it didn't, it felt good. It felt very good and aroused a dark passionate side of her that had remained dormant except for wild lewd dreams she sometimes had. Now she was nearly naked and helpless and loving it. Incredible for her to think, but she loved it! Her mouth parted in a slow, lewdly accepting smile and she felt as if her whole body was swimming in warm butter and Bill's mouth closed over her heatedly pulsating breast was driving her mad!
Then, grunting, he started taking off his own clothes, pulling his pants down and kicking them off. He fumbled for a moment then squirmed over on top of her and she felt his heavy hard weight on her nearly naked body as his arms kept her from falling over the arm. And she felt something else! For the first time since she had known him, she felt his hot male hardness pressed against her thigh! It was so exciting and lewd! 'Bill!' she murmured again. 'Oh God, Bill!'
But now one of his arms reached down and he slid his fingers between her hip and the panties and began pulling them down, tugging wildly, then lost all control and ripped them completely from her helplessly squirming loins.
'No, no, no!' she pleaded, but it was too late, the panties were torn away, the tattered remnants hanging loosely down on one thigh. He had accomplished his purpose, her vagina was nakedly exposed along with the softly curling down of her pubic hair. Beth, moaning helplessly now, felt his cock, huge and throbbing, press forcefully between her thighs and he pushed down hard, then began pumping slowly back and forth. 'Bill, stop, you've go to! I'll never speak to you again! Stop!' She groaned helplessly beneath him, her long silken hair flailing vainly from side to side.
Yet he couldn't stop, possibly couldn't even hear her as he went about prying her legs apart with his one hand while his other hand bent her back over the arm of the couch and his mouth greedily sucked at her breasts, leaving the nipples tense and wet. Slowly, with brute force, his nails digging into the insides of her thighs, he forced her legs open and, as she cried out, she could feel his thick prick slip between her legs and the blunt end of it push against her involuntarily lubricated aunt, spreading the eager vaginal lips and something in her turned to jelly. It felt so good! Nothing had ever felt so good or so lewd! She remembered the thought going through her mind: if I had known how good it was, I'd do it all the time!
A shudder of wild, unwanted pleasure racked her body, relaxing all of her muscles and she closed her eyes with a long sigh that dropped down into a moan as she felt the smooth, rubbery head of his cock slipping up, its path lubricated by her growing excitement, spreading her vaginal lips until they hurt. But they hurt deliciously. Despite herself, her hips wiggled and undulated and her cant, the tingling edges of her vagina, throbbed in growing hunger.
Bill felt her responding underneath her and shifted his weight, pulling back and gazing at her naked body with the tattered remains of her dress and panties still clinging to it and he grinned like a greedy and lewd rapist, his eyes glazed with alcohol and desire. He pulled her down on her back on the couch and pressed his body harder down on top of her, causing her to gasp for breath, his cock again probing, searching hungrily for her defenseless young cunt.
If she hadn't seen his face, she might have gone on, she might have followed her equally wild desire and given herself to him. No, it wasn't right! He was drunk and brutal and probably wouldn't even remember the next day. She wasn't Beth, his love, the woman he was going to marry. She was at this moment, anybody, a naked female body to ravish!
Her upbringing, her sense of honor and her love for the tender Bill came welling up, dampening the passion. Putting her hands on his shoulders and using every bit of strength she had, she closed her eyes and shoved and twisted him to one side. She caught him by surprise in his drunken stupor and he tried to grab her but it was too late and he fell off the couch and crashed to the floor on his back, his head hitting a corner of the coffee table on the way down. He fell with a crash and lay still, his eyes closed.
'Bill?' she called softly, covering her breasts and drawing her knees up as she looked down at him. 'Bill, are you all right. Bill, don't play games, answer-me!' Concern made her widen her eyes and with a little cry, she slipped off the couch and knelt beside him, naked, her breasts practically hanging in his face as she bent to hear his breathing. With a sigh of relief, she pulled back one eyelid and only saw white.
Her fear made her forget she was naked and she got to her feet and ran across the room, her buttocks swaying, her breasts bouncing, as she fled to the bathroom and came back with a cold wash cloth. She knelt by him again and was startled by a loud snore coming from him. She laughed, more in relief than anything. He had simply passed out!
She sat next to him,-weak with relief, applying the cold cloth to her own forehead. She looked down at him and at his exposed penis, still half erect, sticking out of his underwear. She bent over it and examined it closely. A wild thought was in her mind, something that she wanted to do, something with her mouth, so lewd and obscene, she didn't dare give it a name. With a shudder, she pulled herself back. Only perverts and prostitutes did a thing like that.
She had put on a bathrobe and made a bed for Bill right there on the floor. He had been too big and heavy and too deeply asleep to move. She had gone to bed to toss and turn, excited by the coming morning and the night with Bill. Before she dropped into a restless exhausted sleep, she thought: I've got a lot to learn about myself.
And now, in the camper, naked, feeling again the lewd promise and thrill of that night, she pulled on a robe and stepped into shower clogs, picked up the letter, a bar of soap and a towel and stepped out of the trailer into the hot Arizona night. Above were the stars in panoramic display, slowly wheeling overhead with the Milky Way on Display, full of more stars than she could count and a luminous dust. It was so beautiful and she thought of how few stars one could see from New York City.
She stood for a moment, letting her eyes grow accustomed to the dark. The migrant worker camp was
