Tim was shaking now with pent-up desire, and he was taking an almost sadistic pleasure in the torment he was inflicting on his terrified young bride. His lewdly working lips slid in one flowing motion from her heaving breasts down to the pale skin of her abdomen. He ran his tongue snake-like along the velvety softness of her flesh until his hotly questing mouth reached the material of her dress where the buttons had ended. He pulled away from her, his eyes glazed with a demonic mixture of lust and drunken revenge.

"I want to see you naked," he growled thickly.

"No, please, Tim, please!" his cowering young wife groaned.

But he was not to be stopped. With a snarl of impatience, he reached out and twisted her body around, at the same time yanking the thin summer dress from her arms and pulling it roughly off her body until it slid free of her lithe tapered legs. Susan sobbed in futile resistance, her entire being quaking now with ice-cold twinges of fear and shame. She lay helpless on the bed, protected only by the flower-print panties she wore, while Tim eyed her hungrily. Never taking his eyes from her appetizing form, he slowly began to remove his own clothes, first unbuttoning his starched white short-sleeved shirt so that his strong tight-muscled chest and shoulders were completely naked. Then, tossing the shirt aside, he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip the snug slacks while his wife watched, her eyes widened in alarm. Finally, he stepped out of his pants, and stood before her dressed only in the white cotton shorts that bulged obscenely from the formidable stiffness of his hardened cock jutting out like the mast of a ship perpendicular to his loins.