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CHAPTER THREE

It was Cynthia's first night in the city, her first night away from home. She locked the door of her bedroom in her aunt's apartment, high on the eighteenth floor of a tall, mid-town building, and walked over to the built-in wardrobe, the doors of which opened out and made a three-way mirror. She wanted to look at herself. For she had just had sexual intercourse for the first time in her seventeen-year-old life.

It was almost midnight. Outside, a light summer rain was pattering on the window. Through a half-open door leading to a balcony came the wet smell of rain and the muted noises of late-city traffic far below. But here in her room it was quiet. After hours of talking to her aunt, she was glad she was finally alone. All evening her body had been smarting beneath her clothes for her back and hips were covered with cuts and scratches.

Quickly taking off her clothes, she let them lay where they happened to fall and opened the mirror, switching on the neon light which was set above it. She stood before it, seeing herself reflected three times. She knew she was beautiful. And she was glad, because she wanted to feel again, many times again, what she had felt this afternoon. Being beautiful would help her attract men – the kind of men she now wanted.

In the three mirrors her heavy golden hair rippled down over her shoulders like a waving field of ripening wheat and her eyes, the color of a clear, cobalt-blue sky above, large, slanting, fringed with thick, black eyelashes, stared back at her beneath the mocking arched wings of her eyebrows. Her nose was straight with the faintest suggestion of an upward tilt, her mouth, full and ripe, although a trifle too large. But her teeth were perfect, and her smile both innocent and seductive.

The straight lines of her neck flowed smoothly outward to the squared angles of her shoulders and downward to the rising curves of her breasts, twin mounds of firm flesh tipped with dark-red buds, their halos large and rosy. Rising on her toes, she stretched her arms above her head, making her breasts arch high and taut, her nipples becoming swollen and rigid as she remembered Dave's hands passing tightly over them this afternoon and the sucking, eager mouth. With a soft and languorous caress, her hand followed the flowing, mysterious curves of her body, brushed gently over the golden breasts, rubbed slightly the red, aching tits, cupped snugly the small circle of her waist and swept outward around her rounded hips. The slight acrid scent of dried sweat mingled with the musty smell of the leaves she had rolled on that afternoon and which still lingered on her skin.

From the slight indentation of the navel set in her gently rounded stomach, a faint line of down led to the strong jut of her mound, her center of sex thinly covered with silky, blond hair, golden swirls hiding her entrance of sex. Beneath were lush, full thighs and tapering long legs, their muscles tensing and relaxing as she moved up and down on her toes. Her skin was not pure white, but slightly golden, the color of toast or the fur of a tawny tigress. Slightly rotating her body to see her back, she drew in her breath as she saw the usually smooth planes of her shoulder blades, the concave hollow of the small of her back and the orbs of her haunches, as full and plump as ripe peaches, covered with pale-pink scratches.

But she really didn't care. For the hot, rising tide of pleasure, culminating in the sharp peak of the first orgasm with a man, had been well worth the lacerations on her body. And she knew that, for her, this would always be true. Being able to make love would be worth almost anything.

She turned out the light, walked over to the bed and slid between the sheets. Their coolness was fresh and soothing on her burning body and she fell asleep almost immediately.

She had driven to Chicago with a visiting cousin of one of their neighbors, a young fellow named Dave, whose gentle bespectacled face, when she had first seen him the evening before, made her think he was too shy and reserved to be possibly interesting. Since she had obtained her parent's permission to forgo college and, instead, look for a job in Chicago – permission more easily given after her aunt had written from Chicago inviting her to stay in her apartment as long as she wanted – she had been eagerly envisioning what adventures she might fall into, adventures for which her long pent-up desires were more than ready. But when she noticed his large strong hands and the ease with which he moved his powerful, compact body, a tingle of anticipation passed through her. Now that she was leaving home and would be finally independent, she no longer felt hesitant about indulging in a full sexual experience. It was as though a second umbilical cord had been cut, a strong cord of obligation and responsibility tying her to her parents and prohibiting her from doing anything which they might disapprove. For the first time she could look at a man and want him, without also feeling guilty about it.

They had stopped for lunch at a roadside diner and when they climbed back in the car, Cynthia moved over near him, her legs folded back under her, the hem of her cotton skirt above her knees.

"What kind of job were you thinking of getting?" Dave said.

"I'm not sure. I haven't had any experience. Do you think one will be hard to find?"

"Shouldn't be with your looks, baby," he said.

"I was thinking I might take a secretarial course first, but I'd really like to get a job right away instead, and be on my own."

"What's the rush? Anxious to make your first million?"

"No," she said, glancing at him out of the corners of her eyes, "but I'm sick of living with parents and relatives. I want to live by myself so I can do what I want."

"And what do you want to do?"

She didn't reply, but continued looking straight ahead out the window, a faint smile on her face. She felt him looking at her and then the light pressure of his warm hand on her knee.

"It's hot out. I feel all sticky," she said. He withdrew his hand as she unfolded her legs and stretched them out before her, her knees spread apart. She moved them back and forth and, holding the hem of her skirt, shook it slightly. "Perfect day to go swimming. I'd like to dive in right up to my neck."

"Yeah, I'd like to dive in, too, but not in water, and not up to my neck." He took one hand off the wheel and ran it down over her hair. "Baby, as I said before, you're a real killer."

He pulled her head toward him until it lay on his shoulder. She tilted it up and he kissed the end of her nose while his hand strayed down over her shoulder, under her armpit and over the proud rise of her breast which his fingers cupped and then tentatively pressed, the flesh soft but resilient under his spread fingers.

Moving her leg against his and laying her hand on his thigh, her fingers lightly kneaded it and then crawled slowly upward toward the crotch of his trousers. Her lips whispered with soft flutters against his neck and up to his ear, the lobe which she gently chewed, her hot breath filling his ear. With her hand she found the bulge between his legs and began massaging it until it became large and swollen and pressed tightly against the material. Digging his fingers in her breast, he rubbed and twisted the knob of her nipple, making it swell out under the thin white jersey like a dark-red grape.

The loud blast of a horn jerked them up, startled. The car swerved to the right as he quickly spun the wheel and narrowly missed a car which roared past them, its horn a continuous screech.

"My God!" Dave exclaimed. After a moment he laughed hollowly and said, "Honey, our romance almost came to a sudden and permanent conclusion."

Cynthia looked at him and said, "Can't we open a new chapter?"

He glanced at her quickly, at her flushed face and the thick hair tangled by the wind, at her blue eyes, their lids half-closed, gleaming with a frank invitation and then he slowed the car, soon turning off the highway onto a graveled road which he followed until he turned again, this time onto a bumpy lane leading into a small wood.

Switching off the key, he turned toward her, one hand still on the wheel. Wordless they looked at each other for a moment, feeling the tension between them, stretched tautly like an elastic band. But it snapped suddenly as they fell together, their bodies hungry and frantic. For they met like two wild cats, each furiously trying to subdue the other with their lips and hands, chewing, scratching, bruising, their mouths pressed together like two crushed flowers, biting each other's lips and tongues, their hands sliding heavily over the curves and hollows of their bodies as though they were trying to hurt each other.

She cried aloud as he grasped her hard with one hand and wrenched her around so that her back smashed against the steering wheel and the hard rim dug into her flesh and locked one arm around her. His lips bit into the smooth golden hollow below her neck while his fingers, tangled in her hair and pulling the roots, held her head like a vice. His other hand pressed and squeezed her breast as though it were an orange, as though he were trying to twist it off; so sharp was the pain that she screamed and struggled furiously to make him stop, kicking her legs until her skirt fell back over her belly, exposing the sheer pink of her panties under which the blond curls of her mound lay like a yellow crocus. Her full, tanned thighs trembled like golden jelly as she bucked and writhed, trying to escape, trying to free her twisted right arm from where it was crushed against his chest, the pen in his pocket jabbing into her flesh. He stopped her moans with his mouth and at the same time brought the palm of his hand down with a loud smack against one of her inner thighs, leaving a bright pink imprint, the sting and shock of the blow momentarily halting her contortions. He worked his hand up under the elastic of her panties, touching her wet throbbing vagina and tantalized the warm moist lips between her legs. As she felt his hand loosen on the back of her neck and his lips kiss her more tenderly, she began to relax and slowly freed her hands. But when his nails suddenly scratched the tender flesh under the fleece of her loins, she clawed his back and bit his lip until the blood flowed.

"You bitch!" he snarled. He clasped her wrists grimly in one of his hands. In one quick movement he pushed her off him and, still holding her wrists, opened the door and said quickly, "Get out."

He got out and pulled her after him. Her legs slid over the seat, the friction burning the naked underside of her thighs; she felt as though her arms would come out of their sockets. She was filled with a wild anger and wanted to fight back, but at the same time she was enjoying his violence, the open display of his lust for her and her body responded with an equal lust for him. The conflict between her anger and desire made her almost hysterical for a moment; she didn't know whether to tear at him with her nails or to fall upon him with all the love and passion her long pent-up desires demanded as a release.

But she had no time to decide for he threw her roughly to the ground and fell on top of her, the impact of his body crushing the breath out of her. The sharp rip of tearing cloth mingled with her moans as he first tore off her white blouse and then, with one wrench, tore off her brassiere and pressed his mouth against the soft pulp of her breast. When she felt his hard mouth sucking and biting the tender, aching nipple, flashes of pain lanced through her body and she began to churn violently beneath him so that her naked back ground into the pebbles, sharp as broken crockery, and the dirt covered roots which stuck out from the sod like knots of rope. She rolled her head from side to side, her taffy-colored hair now streaked with dirt and threaded with bits of leaves and twigs, her eyes closed, her mouth, once red and demure, now bruised and swollen. Scraping her nails down his back, she heard his shirt rip into long ribbons and felt the warm slipperiness of blood against her fingers.

He reached down and tore off the thin mesh of her panties as easily as though he were brushing away a cobweb and twisted around on top of her, dropping his face to the warm soft flesh of her thighs. She groaned and writhed beneath this violent attack that she hadn't expected as she felt his fingers clawing at the tender lips of her vagina, slowly spreading them apart between her wide-spread legs. She tried to clamp them together in a sudden rush of terror but he was too quick. His head dropped and the sudden wetness of his slavering lips locking onto her throbbing and exposed clitoris froze her body as it was. A sharp new sensation rippled through her and she felt all the tingling carnal passions that she had built up over all the years before suddenly and without warning, rushing up from her legs and belly and gurgling from her mouth in an uncontrollable torrent of pleading cries.

"Ooooh God! Oooooooooh God!" she groaned over and over without ceasing as the tiny bud of her clitoris springing into a life that she never knew it possessed as he nibbled and sucked at mercilessly in the sudden crazed passion that had overcome him. Her head rolled from side to side on the hard, unyielding ground, matting her hair with tiny bits of leaves and dirt but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now but the delicious rape of the mouth that was making wet sucking sounds down between her open and defenseless legs. Strange, muted and hazy thoughts of that summer day long ago with Pal drifted across her mind and she wanted to open her eyes and see if there were lazy fleecy clouds above, but she couldn't. There was nothing she could do but buck and churn beneath that probing tongue that was burning fire into her young and unplundered vagina.

And then… then when she thought it would never end, he twisted around again, dropping heavily between her legs. He grasped her behind the knees and lifted her thighs high on either side of him, pausing only a moment to drop his pants to his knees.

Cynthia was beside herself, she had never felt so open and ready in her life. Her pelvis rotated in small hungry circles as he knelt between her open thighs, holding her legs in the air. He smiled down at her.

"You're hot, baby. I'm gonna like this."

"Dave!" she gasped urgently, her pelvis making larger circles now. "Fuck me! Fuck me or I'll die!"

Without hesitation he pulled her under him, the softness of her buttocks scraping unnoticed along the roughness of the ground, and fell heavily down between her legs. His hand directed his huge throbbing cock to the wet, quivering lips of her cunt, pausing for the slightest of moments to part the thin, blond pubic hair, and then plumbing forward to rip without stopping through the thin, tight membrane of her virginity.

"Aaaagggghhhbh!" Cynthia suddenly screamed, the hot, blinding pain seared deep in her belly. "Oooooh, God stop, you're killing me. Oh… please… please…!"

Her arms jerked up involuntarily and clung to him with all her strength as though it might drive the pain away. Her face was contorted and eyes clenched tightly shut. She struggled once, but then her body stilled to ease the pain. She could feel the full length of the huge penis throbbing deep inside her womb, imbedded to the hilt. Tiny whimpers sifted from between her tightly closed lips as she lay quietly, adjusting to the new and strange invasion of her tight virginal pussy.

Dave did not move at first, but lay rigid on top of her. He was surprised at her virginity from the fervor with which she had entered into the act but knew it would take her a moment for the pain to subside. Then, then by God he would throw it to her like she'd never get it again. He had never had a virgin before and he wasn't going to let this one off easy.

In a moment, Cynthia made her first tentative movement. She rolled her buttocks slightly under him and a small surprised gasp of pleasure escaped from between her teeth.

It didn't hurt!

She had thought the pain would last much longer and had been afraid of it but suddenly there was none, a slight bit, yes, but coupled with the strange forbidding sensations coursing through her body it all merged into one great mass of indescribable pleasure.

Dave throbbed his cock inside her.

"Oooooooh, yessss, do it," she whimpered softly up into his ear.

He did it again.

"Oh God, yessss! Yessss!" she hissed, her hips suddenly and slowly beginning to rotate beneath him. The tight, wet walls of her cunt contracted jealously around the hardness of his cock as though it were frightened of losing it. He groaned as he felt the muscles deep inside her belly answering the pulsating throbs of his steel-hardened cock. He could hold himself back no longer and began a slow teasing grinding in and out between her wide spread thighs. He could feel the tightness of her clasping around him like soft warm butter, the walls of her cunt holding to him in an animalistic desperation as he withdrew slowly and then thrust forward again to sink his massive cock deep back down inside her.

Her pelvis beneath him began a faster rotation now, her buttocks grinding and writhing down into the hardness of the ground with a sudden abandon that took him by surprise. Mewling sounds of passion and lust bound from her lips in waves of sound that he could not understand but that his body reacted to in the age old rhythm of intercourse that was as old as man himself. He levered up on his toes and dropped his hands down under them to cup the full quavering mounds of her buttocks so that he could fuck deeper down into her.

"Aaahhhhhg! Ooooooooh!" She groaned and twisted her body hike a tortured snake under him. Thrusting her loins up at him as he ground down into her to take the whole of his expanding cook far down inside the warm hot sheath of her pussy.

Cynthia rocked in a dream world of obscene and uncontrolled lust under his pounding body. She had never in all her life, not with Pal, not with anything felt the way she did now with his huge male hardness buried to the hilt inside her. She could feel the soft slap of his balls against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks and the strength of his hands as they kneaded and tore at her tender flesh like the talons of a giant striking bird. She struggled hike a demon to open her thighs wider, to take him deeper, but she could not. He was sunk as far into her as he could go but she wanted more.

"Fuck harder… fuck harder," she pleaded and begged as she felt him begin to thrust his massive hardness into her with longer and longer strokes now. A strange dancing delight of fire was building far down in her quivering belly that drove her churning body on and on in it's wild quest for the delicious sensation building and building in every pore of her sweating body.

And then it came!

Her muscles contracted tightly around his plunging cock and she cried out wildly thinking the end was here, but soon his strong rhythmic strokes set off another explosion of delight that she had never dreamed possible. Her buttocks rotated against the hardened earth like a helpless ship caught in the vicious waves of a driving storm. She arched her back like a bow, her head buffeting against the ground, her hair spread out like a golden fan, her full quivering breasts pointing to the sky, trembling and swirling in jerking circles as she quickened her movements to meet the mounting urgency she could feel pulsating through the head of his throbbing rod sunk so deep inside her hungry vagina.

It was gentle at first, preceded by a soft, inhuman gurgle from deep in his chest. And then, she felt it. It was as though a giant explosion were ripping her belly apart. Hot white jets of his sperm erupted and flooded into her filling her womb with a warmth and sensation beyond all description. She could feel it racing around deep inside her as though the flood-gates of heaven had been thrown wide-apart. At the same moment, she jerked her own legs uncontrollably out in the air on either side of his spasmodically, grinding hips and a great flash of erotic fire leaped up inside her and exploded in a volcanic eruption of her own orgasm.

"Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah!" She moaned, her head turning from side to side, her hair beating the ground hike a golden whip. The muscles of her hips and belly contracted in rolling waves of spasm, the pulsating walls of her hot, sperm-filled pussy sucking the last drops from his still spurting cock, until finally, weak and exhausted, she stopped and fell limply back onto the ground.

They lay for some time, panting and gasping, the smell of her wet orgasm and the odor of the perspiration which coated their bodies like a light film of dew overpowering the fresh scent of the forest around them. Finally he sat up and then helped her to her feet. With her torn panties he wiped the dirt and blood from her back and hips and then he got their suitcases from the car.

Without speaking, they changed their clothes, climbed back into the ear and started on for Chicago.