Angela was at first overcome by shame for what she had done, or rather, what she had let happen to her. Vowing to never again become involved in such an obscene and painful activity, the young coed was chagrined to discover herself, just two weeks later, once again spread-eagled below a panting and thrusting Jack. The dam had been breached! Angela had launched on her sexual life as a mature woman whether she knew it or not. But, still the young woman held on to her beliefs, convincing herself that this was different, even if still somehow sinful. After all, Jack was the man she was going to marry, and, being influenced by some of her more daring and uninhibited roommates, the eager young girl said to herself that a simple piece of paper such as a marriage certificate could never make her love for her man any righter than it was just now. But that's as far as it went. Never would the young coed have even let the thought enter her mind of sleeping with another man, one not intended her by God.

Soon another problem began to bother the young beauty. The second time she made love it no longer hurt, but, to her amazement, even felt kind of good. For the next two or three weeks.

Angela dutifully let Jack make love to her, gaining warm satisfaction out of the obvious pleasure her beloved got from the act, and a few sensitive tickles for herself. But then one day, after Jack had coaxed her into straddling his loins while he lay on his back, so that Angela had to slide up and down on her lover's impaling cock, the young woman had suddenly been stunned by an incredible sensation that burst unexpectedly in her penis-filled cunt. Her eyes opening wide in shock, the young girl had let out a little yelp and jumped off Jack's body, his huge gleaming shaft slipping out of her cunt and rearing up like an angry white cobra.

"Hey, what the…?" Jack exclaimed. "What happened?"

"I-I don't know," Angela said in confusion. "Something happened… felt strange inside." To her further dismay, Jack started laughing.