Chapter 1

Jane Brighton held the canoe paddle in her hands and stroked gently into the shimmering moonlit waters of Clear Lake. Overhead the dark sky glinted and swirled with countless stars, and behind her the light from Lakeview Lodge had receded into a mere pinpoint in the distance. She lifted her paddle into the canoe as her husband Bob's youthfully strong arms steered them towards a small clearing of beach surrounded by forest. The dark blue water lightened as they glided into the shallows, then Bob leapt out in front of the canoe, splashing into the water, and pulled the prow of the boat onto the sand.

"Bob, darling, you'll get soaking wet!" Jane cried out as her husband waded back into the water and extended a hand to help her onto the beach. "You'll catch pneumonia!"

Her peals of laughter pierced the late-night silence. Suddenly he tossed her over his shoulder, grasping his hand around her smoothly curving thigh, and carried her up to the beach. He stood for a moment with his wife splayed across his back, then he spun her around before spilling her wildly kicking body onto the white sand. Jane rolled over on her back, still panting and giggling, and looked up at the face of her husband. The young man sank down beside her and embraced her around her shoulders. Laughing, she pulled away, giving him a light kiss on the cheek, and handed him a large beach towel she had brought in her satchel.

"Thanks, honey," he grinned. "I'll just run back into the bushes and hang out these clothes until this stuff dries off a little."

Jane watched fondly as Bob Brighton's tall lanky form disappeared into the trees behind the inlet. She spread out a blanket on the sand and pulled her beach dress over her softly cascading blonde hair. Then she sighed and sank lazily onto her back, exposing her young bikini-clad body to the night air. She couldn't help gazing down at the length of her torso admiringly and feeling a deep sense of pleasure that she had so much to give her husband. The exposure of her tummy above the panties was smoothly flat and broken only by a feather strip of blonde down over creamily golden skin; her voluptuously full hips arched firmly against the ground and the rounded whiteness of her scantily covered breasts formed two perfect half-circles in the moonlight. Her body was youthfully lithe, yet womanly and full- formed, and she restrained herself, a strange feeling of wild abandon running through her, from taking off her swimming suit and surprising Bob when he stepped into the clearing.

God, he'd probably die of shock! she giggled softly to herself, realizing how much this vacation was transforming her.

Yes, things had really changed since she and Bob had arrived at the North Carolina lodge for their summer vacation. In a way, it had been a second honeymoon for both of them, and each day had been a new discovery of how they could relax and get to know each other. She hated to admit it to herself but this first year of marriage had been a trial and this trip was a sorely needed break in their routine. Bob had worked so hard at his new job and came home only weekends, and there just hadn't been the time, she reflected, for them to respond to the complete possibilities that the sudden intimacy of marriage offered them. And what she needed was time; she just couldn't warm up and give herself on the spur of the moment to a virtual stranger. Oh, there had been moments when she almost felt she could let herself go completely with him, but then her fear of being loved merely for her beauty had held her back.

Jane looked up from the sand toward the dense foliage, wondering where Bob could have gone. He must be gathering kindling for a fire, she decided, and she was grateful for this moment of solitude to reconsider all that had happened on this vacation. The first few days at the lodge had been a bit difficult when Bob, as usual, had wanted to do nothing but stay in their hotel room and make love; but after awhile they had begun to take walks into the woodland areas of the southern mountainous terrain of her childhood and she had sensed her heart slowly opening up to him. That was important to her--that though they had met at a northern college, he understand and appreciate her southern background.

Not, of course, that she was interested only in their emotional relationships, she giggled to herself, and her heart skipped a beat when she recalled one episode a few days before when Bob had stripped to his jockey shorts in a remote clearing in the woods, meaning to sun himself, but unwittingly exposing the outlines of his strong young penis to her and emotionally stirring her. Before either of them had realized it, they had begun kissing passionately. Her stomach had throbbed at the feeling of the steadily hardening bulge in his shorts, and soon their kisses had achieved a plane of demanding sexuality where only the real thing would suffice. She didn't understand it; she had never known that feeling before and she couldn't explain why it had happened, except that somehow out there in the clearing everything had seemed different. The sun had shone down on their tanned bodies, bringing out her own deeply sensuous feelings, and slowly awakening her. Making love before had seemed so utterly mechanical, but in that setting there was something pure and natural about pressing her hand against the long column-like bulge in his shorts and wrapping her fingers around the warmly pulsating hardness. She'd damn near lost her head entirely as he tenderly massaged her vaginal swell through her tightly fitting jeans, then slipped his hand suddenly down through the waistband into the moistly seething passage between her legs.

Now Jane looked up into the star-covered sky and recalled guiltily how she had suddenly refused him after those preliminary moments of lovemaking. He was right in demanding her to give in to him, yet she had found the sudden urgency of his embraces disarming and she had been afraid someone might see them. On second thought, she sat up, running her hands across the smoothly curving orbs of her breasts, with the intention of acting out her original idea of undressing for him, but her fingers had just undone the top of her bra's knotted string-ties at the back of her neck when she heard Bob's voice from the thicket behind her.

"Well, here we are, Adam and Eve again," he smiled at the casually loosened bikini top. He stood before her dressed only in his smoothly fitting swim suit, his arms clutching sticks of wood he had found in the brush.

In a few minutes a small bonfire was blazing in front of them. They stretched out on the towel, taking sips from a thermos of rum Bob had thoughtfully packed with their day's picnic, and Jane lay stretched out lazily beside her husband, her arms propped behind her head. She realized she had never felt so comfortable and peaceful in her life as she gazed down at their bodies glowing in the firelight, her half-done bikini barely covering the curving fullness of her breasts. A fish splashed in the water. The Milky Way, like a swatch of sequined cloth, so distant and indifferently beautiful, made her feel infinitely small and at the same time closer to her husband than she had ever sensed before.

"Baby, it's been so long since we've been able to be close together like this," she said with a soft tenderness in her voice.

"Yeah, it's real nice. And you took absolutely delicious tonight," he said slowly, glancing over at the deep cleavage between her rounded fully swelling breasts and the creamily soft flesh of her bare midriff.

Jane laughed, returning his gaze with a magnificent blue-eyed warm smile of her own, and nodded her head affirmatively. She wore her long honey blonde hair in a pony tail, and she knew he liked to see her this way, fresh and natural without any goopy makeup to mar her natural loveliness.

"Sometimes, I think our first year of marriage was kind of a trial. Do you know what I mean, Bob?" Jane searched deeply into her husband's eyes as she asked the question she had been afraid to mention before. But now she thought he might understand... "We went through so much. In some ways, I wasn't the perfect bride you'd thought I'd be."

She breathed a sigh of relief when Bob laughed softly at her subtle apology and pressed his hand gently over hers, and the couple lay together in silence for a long while before he spoke again.

"I only wish that I could have afforded to give this to you before."

Jane tilted her head towards her husband's tanned smiling face. She ran her hand through his shock of dark hair, then pressed a finger against his lips. The warmth of his body was all that she needed now, and anything they could say to each other seemed almost superfluous.

"Just think of all that corporation crap we had to go through back in New York. I bet old Fielding is roasting in the heat. Three accounts folding, another one on the rocks," he laughed, raising the thermos to his lips.

"Don't talk about that now, please Bob," Jane said, slowly raising herself on one elbow and turning her voluptuously formed body toward him. "It's absolutely perfect, being close to you like this."

"Well, being a salesman, if you will excuse the expression, is a bitch and the first couple of months working at R & S were a goddamn strain on me."

Jane sighed and shifted her weight closer to her husband. "Well, that's all over now," she said after a moment. "It's just that you tried so hard to make it on your own. If you'd just swallowed your pride and accepted some of Dad's help, I don't think it would have hurt your dignity."

He chuckled and tossed the burning end of his cigarette at the water, watching as the sputtering ember struck the sand, then went out. "There's some things in life you want to do by yourself, I guess. Now that we're financially stable, I can look your old man in the eye. I've got a sense of self-respect."

"Dad always respected you," Jane firmly protested from where she lay stretched out on her side next to him. "He knew you worked your way through college. He understood how you struggled. But now that you've made it, why don't you relax a little?"

She breathed a sigh of relief when Bob laughed softly and, reaching around her waist, gently pressed his hands against the warmth of her back. "I'm trying to relax," he said, running his fingers down the length of her back and resting his hand just above the smoothly curving swell of her buttocks for a moment.

Jane lifted an arm and brushed aside a strand of silvery blonde hair that fell lazily across her forehead. "Don't worry about it," she said in a sympathetic tone. "We both had our problems and it's our business during the next few weeks to forget."

Bob nodded, indicating that he thought they understood each other. He raised himself from the blanket, moving to the fire that had dwindled to a few glowing coals, and Jane looked up at his tanned muscular shoulders and back, then dropped her eyes to the length of her barely covered body that was golden brown in the softly diminishing light. She could feel a warm sensation tingling in her breasts and sending tiny pulses of pleasure through her stomach into her groin when she thought of his body close to hers. She felt aroused at the thought of holding his hot thick cock in her hands and his strongly thrusting member pushing into her moistly flowering vagina, and she hoped that she would be able to give herself to him without any of the complications of their previous lovemaking.

"That log should go for a good two hours," Bob said with a professional air, spreading himself out beside her on the blanket again.

"It's a lovely fire," she said, straightening out her legs and laying the palm of her hand across the bareness of his chest. "I wish we could lie in front of it here all night."

"I'm glad you're comfortable," Bob said, his voice almost a whisper. "I mean, I've wanted to hold you and kiss you all afternoon."

Gone now were the misgivings Jane had suffered earlier at the thought of Bob making love to her out in the open like this, and she returned his first gently nibbling kiss with a soft brush of her lips against his cheek. She could feel his breath deepening now, and she sensed a building urgency in his movements when he arched his towel-covered waist toward the barely covered curls of her vagina. Suddenly, she found her hands drawn irresistibly to the small of his back, and she pressed the bareness of her stomach tightly against him as he kissed her with mounting fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until she uncontrollably splurged her tongue into his mouth.

She pushed towards him and his hands commenced to explore her body, caressing the full swelling outline of her breasts above the bra. He pulled the light covering material of her bikini top away with a snap of his finger on the flimsy clasp and the quivering orbs of her breasts were caught in the sudden grasp of his hands. She felt the tingling points of her nipples spring up; then he sucked one gently while his hands prowled over the delicately curving arch of her ribs down to the smooth plain of her belly, brushing the soft nylon-covered pubic hair until she prickled between her legs, pushing between her panties and spraying the moistly parting lips of her vagina open as he pressed his mouth upon her own. She groaned against him, unable to contain herself as she writhed on his fingers.

"My darling... Bob," she whispered in growing passion.

He continued the movement of his fingers and hands coursing down the smoothly curving flesh of her full upper thighs. Suddenly, he pulled open the towel and tossed it from his waist and she heard him breathe deeply as the cool summer night air rushed over his completely exposed body. She felt a hard fleshy protuberance press enticingly against the small strip of cloth between her legs, and she wrenched back for an instant when the blunt pulsing head of his cock touched her bare inner thighs.

"Open your legs," he demanded, grinning excitedly down at her.

She jerked when his fingers thrust the tightly clasping band of her bikini panties below her writhing thighs, and he continued the pressure of his fingers of his other hand into the softly swelling lips of her cunt. Slowly she felt herself responding to the strength of that hand and the directness of his command. She inched one leg a tiny bit apart from the other and suddenly she felt a warm dampness seeping out from the glistening, hair-lined slit up between her lips. Her eyes flicked to his hands lying between her slightly spread thighs and she gazed down at the sweep of her long gradually rounding lower body, feeling momentarily aroused by the vision of her own young nakedness. Her whole body had taken on a kind of majestic sheen that was highlighted by the flickering glow of the campfire, and she marveled at the sight of the high-set round breasts that were placed closely together, leaving room for the narrowest valleys running between their magnificent firmness.

He too had caught this glimpse of lust-inciting nakedness, and the sight of her full voluptuous body prone before him brought him to a fever pitch of excitement. He felt the length of his cock pulse out, jerking expectantly as he ran his hands down her smoothly curving thighs, and he eased against her so that the hot bulbous head of his cock lay directly on top of her blonde, hair- covered little cuntal furrow. Then, almost instinctively, he began to move, thrusting one leg over her splayed out thigh. He ground his warmly pulsating hardness into the tiny pleasure center of her groin, feeling a quick rhythmic response as she arched her smoothly uplifting buttocks to receive the swollen head of his cock between her legs. Damn, she was warming up for him now, he thought, hoping that he would not lose control of himself as he had on other occasions. It was just that he got so goddam excited, and could hardly keep himself from fucking into her as though he were some kind of mindless machine with no will of its own.

"Oh, yes, that's good. You're so gentle, darling," Jane breathed beneath him. She moved her hand down to the concave arc between their barely touching thighs and ran her fingertips across the velvety sac of his balls and up his rapidly hardening shaft until he thought he would explode with lewd excitement.

Jane reached up and squeezed the hotly throbbing head, moving her hand over its distended ridge and feeling the warm lubricating fluid seep out and moisten her fingers as she continued jerking him into further erection.

"God, that's good," he moaned and thrust his hand over her jerking fingers, pushing his hard fleshy instrument against the wetly quivering lips of her vagina. She could feel the tip flick slightly as it parted the warmly swelling outer flanges, and she jerked back, startled, with the first upward pressure he exerted between her legs.

"Oh God, Bob, you feel absolutely huge," she cried out, clasping her hands around his rigidly tensed buttocks and urging him on with digging fingers to push completely into her.

He lay outside of her for a prolonged moment, feeling her thighs slowly parting upward and raising themselves slightly toward his hips. Then she writhed beneath him, suddenly wanting the full throbbing length of his prick inside her warmly waiting pussy. Yes, she enjoyed this as much as she had loved anything in her life, and it seemed as though the last few weeks had prepared her for this precious instant and she should abandon her prudish ideas and give herself to whatever he wanted to do to her.

"Oooooh," a long lewd groan escaped from deep in her throat and then she moaned. "Go and do it, Bob. Oh god, it feels so good."

She grasped her hand around his expectantly poised cock and marveled at how enormous it was. She had always been aware of its size, but tonight his large male organ seemed particularly massive and the feel of the hotly throbbing prick expanding in her squeezing hand delighted her. She wished he'd push his hips forward and bury it within the tightly clasping passage of her warm cunt at this very moment! Instinctively, she began massaging the sperm inflated member, rubbing the skin tantalizingly back and forth, but she jerked back again in shock as his body seemed to transform itself into a band of steel tendons that were poised to rip her womb asunder.

"Janie, let me turn around darling, so you can suck my cock, please," he suddenly gritted down at her through tightly clenched teeth.

Jane reared back from his body pressed sidelong against her and looked at his passion-contorted face with utter shock and confusion. She just couldn't believe his request, it seemed too impossible to be true. A short while before she had expected to be eased into lovemaking with a few kind words and some soft gestures, but now he was acting like a wildman and talking to her as though she were nothing more than a lowly prostitute.

"No, Bob!" she cringed, detaching her hand from his heavily menacing erection.

"Please," he breathed out a long disappointed whimper that broke off on a note of irritation.

"No, I couldn't... I just can't. Please make love to me like you were doing before."

"You mean, 'fuck you'," he said with a bitter almost violent ring in his voice and began grinding the head of his hardened prick against the exposed walls of her still warmly dilating cunt.

"Nooooo... g-gentle like you were before," she stammered and her body flinched a useless quarter inch away as he slid his cock down the small forested valley formed by her seething wet furrow until the blunt head of his member was pressed directly on top of the tightly quivering mouth of her vagina. Despite her protesting will, she could feel her hot swollen vaginal lips--whose softly pulsating edges were damp with her own lust juices when he had kissed and toyed with her body only moments before--part slowly and throbbingly like the opening of a flower, leaving her temptingly small cunt mouth completely exposed and vulnerable to him. There was nothing she could do, her body lay open and ready for him. Yes, she thought with a feeling of mounting exasperation and bitterness, he had aroused her--but only so that he could complete his animalistic rape of her body without meeting any resistance. In distaste and detachment, she watched Bob, his eyelids hooded with lust and his nostrils quivering in anticipation, wrap his hand around his stonehard cock as he steadily wormed the blunt bulging head around and around the narrow rim of her small elastic opening; then suddenly with a slight forward jerk, it popped wetly up inside.