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Chapter 3

More than one hour had passed. In the living room down the hail the two girls conversed, they watched television, they drank wine-while Hugh waited. The fireworks he expected seemed to have fizzed out, and he lay in the dark, hands clasped behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

He could not figure Jennifer out. She was ripe for sex, but perhaps the shower had cooled her off, strengthening her decision to wait until marriage before giving herself to him. At her age! There she was, cherishing his caresses, unable to hide her emotions; yet he had to turn to his sister for satisfaction.

In disgust he gave up. His erection was gone, his lusts had abated and he might as well hear the latest news and then go to sleep. One thing, though, he was going to have some second thoughts about marrying Jennifer.

He turned on his side to switch on the transistor radio. His door opened and Jennifer entered. She was wearing a flimsy nightgown, and even in the dim light he could distinguish her breasts, huge and round, floating forward as if they had a life of their own.

"Jenn…!"

"Sshhh!" She put a finger to her lips and came forward on tiptoe to sit at the bottom of his bed.

Why in hell didn't she take off that damned nightgown, he wondered. "What are you hushing me for? I expected you here hours ago."

"I want to talk awhile before I go to sleep," she whispered.

He reached for her, but when he dug his fingers into her arms Jennifer stiffened. As he pulled her on top of him, the lower portion of her body slipped between his opened legs. Immediately he was aroused, acquainting her with his previously unknown penis, large, hard, upright.

"No!" She struggled, but he snapped his legs to her hips, preventing her escape.

"Baby…!"

"No, Hugh… not yet… I am not ready yet."

"What the hell're you talking about?"

"I've prepared myself for this moment and yet I just can't!"

"This doesn't make sense. In this day and age, a girl and the man she's engaged to marry! Now come on! This thing is going into you!"

"I… I don't know what to do. Suppose it went badly between us? I'm frightened that it would ruin our marriage." She placed the palms of her hands against his chest. "Anyway, we're not in an empty house. Your sister's room is just down the hail."

"Oh hell!" He bent his back, trying to shove his hard penis between the slim, smoothly rounded thighs.

"Please don't!" The kiss she gave him now was too brief, too chaste. "There. Until tomorrow."

"Shit!" His sister's mouth had been hot and pulsing, her tongue a vital thing.

"Don't use that word!"

"Look, if you're going to start nagging…" It was best that she leave anyway because shortly afterward he would be at his sister's door, in her bed, and in her body.

"Now you're angry." She offered a better kiss this time, more open – mouthed.

Hugh pulled her to him and forced his hand inside the nightgown. The flimsy fabric strained, then tore all the way down the middle. The massive bosom was bared, the coral nipples as thick as thumbs.

"What're you now, a rapist?"

"Gee-zuz, those tits!"

"Stop!"

"They're enormous! Why in hell do you always dress to tone down the size of those things?"

"They're monstrous, that's why, and the rest of me doesn't match. When I'm nude it looks as if my boobs could pull me forward off balance."

He tried to suckle them and Jennifer pushed him back. "No, enough is enough!"

"It's the first time I've seen them, for Crissakes!"

"It won't be the last. Now let me get out of this room because you're running a hell of a temperature and, truthfully, the size of that thing is frightening."

She gave him her mouth for the last time that night and as he kissed her his hands, ever busy, explored the contours of her girlish torso. He arched up, scraping the length of his penis against her coarse pubic hairs, but by bringing her buttocks up Jennifer prevented a merging.

But he had reached her, sent her senses in a turmoil; for her protests now were weak and she could barely gasp, "No, no!"

He parted the slender columns of her thighs and, straining, reached the coveted goal. His knob easily separated the soft vaginal lips, entering about one eighth of an inch. The burning heat encircling his tip sent a fire along the length of his instrument all the way to his scrotum and the tightly packed nest of balls.

"Man! Jennifer!"

"Ow!" She dug her sharp fingernails into his arms and twisted her hips to escape the too-large flaming torch. He had ignited her, but even though her loins were now ablaze, she rolled off him.

"You vicious son of a bitch! Ohhh," She squeezed her legs together. "It hurts! You broke something in-side me! Ohhh!"

"I broke nothing! There was no damned membrane, what the hell're you squawking about?"

"You bastard!"

"What the flick, we're going to be married."

Her breasts, still high and full as she lay on her back, gleamed so whitely that he attacked them, in a fury of emotion, parting them to widen the deep chasm.

"If you touch me!"

"Touch you? I'm going to fuck the very ass off you!"

"Noooo!" Jennifer's body jerked as he pulled up the torn nightgown and bared her slender, well-molded legs.

"Come on, cooperate. It'll be better for you." He aroused her with his hands and mouth, stimulating the erogenous zones. His finger slipping into her cunt found it well juiced and deep enough to take his full length! With his body angled between the long, quivering columns of those inviting thighs he rested the heavy tool on the whorls of pubic hair. Then he drove forward, splitting her evenly.

"Oooohhhh… oh… ohhhh!" Jennifer groaned. Her head rolled back and forth over the pillow and her fingers clutched handfuls of the sheet. He was deep in the core of her being, so big, so hurting. But when he rose up, pulling most of the dreadful penis out, she swiftly swung one leg up over his shoulders and broke the contact.

Hugh caught her and, ignoring her whimpering, slammed her back down, face forward, upon the bed.

He pressed his knees between her legs, surprised that they parted so easily, and held her there, on hand flattened on the small of her back at the point where her saucy ass took shape.

"You cunt!"

"Mmmmm," she sobbed, "oohhh, mmmmm!"

It was exciting to him, taking a woman this way, holding her while she writhed, slower now but always rhythmically. Finding no resistance, he bent to rain kisses down her smooth back all the way to the tiny hairs growing at the base of her small, compact ass.

As his hands slid under her, his fingers piercing the taut flesh of her great breasts, she punched up with her hard buttocks, nearly unseating him. "Don't! Please don't!"

Much as Jennifer pleaded, she did nothing to obstruct him. For a moment, breathless, she was aware of his rising penis shooting between her thighs as he pulled her up into position. She shuddered, awaiting his entry, and stiffened her ass cheeks as he again slid his length into her vagina.

It hurt even more, the impact stunning her senses, and she bent forward, screaming into the pillow. He was pulling in and out, throwing himself into an unstoppable rhythm. And his penis! My God, not only was it hard as cement, but unbelievably long! The knob especially scorched her insides and left her nerve ends all raw and throbbing.

"You're tight… ahh, baby, you're tight, skinning the flesh off me!"

"OOOOOO!" She squirmed underneath her lover, feverishly trying to rid her hole of the scraping torment. But soon she realized that the more she vibrated her small but lovely ass the more frenzied he became.

If I remain still, she told herself, it will soon be over. But ohh, was he killing her, was this degenerate murdering her!

Hugh maintained a steady and rhythmic pace, not once breaking the action to judge her enjoyment. Her coming was not his main concern, for what he wished was to acquaint her thoroughly with his penis, make her accept that her body was not going to be a gift but his rightful due.

"There, baby, there. Good, isn't it? Sometimes it's too small, but right now it's big and stiff especially for you."

He was going to come, but as he approached the peak of his climax Hugh restrained himself and rose and fell more slowly, taking his time, controlling his release.

"You're dripping in me, dripping and it burns!"

"But you love it now."

"No, nooooo!"

He thrust into her all the more violently and, holding back a scream, Jennifer trembled in a last fit of surrender and soon found herself eagerly pushing her ass up at him, using muscles she never knew existed in her vagina to grab at the penis sliding in her slime. She was going to have an orgasm! Oh, no, no, she did not want to!

"Yeahhhhh!" Sensation rose like a swollen river overflowing the banks and Hugh came. He grabbed the elusive, hot-fleshed buttocks, driving his weapon deeper, thrusting more vigorously as he ejaculated.

And it was while he lay still, pasted to her back, that Jennifer experienced an orgasm. She twisted and contorted, her velvet rump grinding as she received the greatest pleasure possible.

When long minutes had passed and they separated, Hugh slumping but Jennifer rapidly recovering her energies, she left the bed. She used the ruined nightgown to mop the perspiration from her quivering body.

"Hugh, like I said before, you're a son of a bitch!"

"Ahh, shut up!" He was aching all over. "You came, so shut up!"

It wasn't so bad with her, he acknowledged, but he needed a woman who knew her way around beds, someone more sexually experienced, like his sister. Matter of fact, although it was rotten to consider it since he had just dropped a wad into Jennifer, he would not be displeased if she went back to where she came from. If all those protests were a sample of what married life would be like then he would rather marry someone else.

Alone now, Hugh sat up and edged away from the small pool of wetness soaking through the sheets. He had to consider it, consider breaking the engagement. He was too lusty a man to put up with a whining girl like Jennifer. The bitch climaxed and she still called him names!