The provoking sensation of being clasped so intimately by a female who was as weak and defenseless as she was beautiful was almost too much for the hotly aroused male. As his penis leaped to full blood-hardened erection, he had to fight back the overwhelming urge to rip off his jeans and ram his aching thickness deep into the tight little cunt that he knew lay hidden beneath those gently curling strands of pale gold pussy hair. That's exactly what he would have done if he'd been with most of the girls he knew – and in his profession, he got to know a lot – because they wanted to be fucked, not persuaded. Half the time, in fact, they'd been the aggressors, and the whole idea of seduction became a bit absurd. As a rule, this suited Larry just fine, for he preferred his adulterous adventures to be brief, uninhibited, and problem-free.

But with Sandi Smith, he instinctively realized he had to play a different game, and an oddly pleasant one at that. He was sure she didn't regard lovemaking as a healthy physical activity or amusing pastime; if she had indeed taken a lover, she was doubtless very guilty about it. No, the naive nineteen year old still hadn't accepted the fact of her basic sensuality… and the real kick, as far as he was concerned, lay in proving to her that she was just another cunt with no control over her body's lewd desires.

"Don't get all upset, Sandi," he whispered to the quivering young bride. "I'm here to take care of you, and I'll fix you up so that you don't have any nightmares."

As he spoke, he continued his subtle massaging of her shaking flesh, pressing into her smooth, pliant skin with his fingertips and then stroking its silk-textured surface, moving higher and higher up along her rib cage. At last he reached her firm young breasts and grasped one in each of his eager hands, teasing their rose-pink tips with his palms.