Ward Fulton - The Violated Virgin

"You're having dinner with us tonight," said Mrs. Delacorte imperiously, "Of course, we'll drop you off at your home first so you can say hello to your mother, but then you come on over. I know Suzanne's got lots of things to discuss with you, and we have to make plans for the wedding and everything."

Sam's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Wedding?"

Suzanne squeezed his thigh.

"Of course, darling." She kissed him quickly. "Don't tell me you're turning me down?"

He grinned happily. "No, of course not," he said firmly. "But I thought at least you'd wait 'til I asked you."

Mr. Delacorte's gruff voice broke in.

"Sam, if Suzanne's like her mother, you don't stand a chance, take it from me. Mrs. Delacorte proposed and married me before I could say, Drop your drawers."

"Really!"

Mrs. Delacorte's acid tones were drowned by Sam's loud laugh and Suzanne's high-pitched giggle.

"At least you're not marrying her for money," Mr. Delacorte continued more soberly. "Which is comforting."

"I'm marrying Suzanne," said Sam evenly, "because I love her."

Suzanne steered the car carefully around the winding street. Her eyes were on the road, but she knew Sam's were on her, taking in every inch of her profile.

"Well," he murmured gratefully. "At last we're alone, really alone."

"I know," she replied. "My folks can be a real drag sometimes, but they mean well."

The car pulled up outside the large mansion.

"You coming in for a while?" asked Sam, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Try and stop me," Suzanne answered.

They climbed out of the car and walked up the driveway arm in arm.

"That was a good dinner," said Sam inconsequentially.

"Mm."

"You going to cook for me when we're married?"

"Of course."

He laughed. "I thought maybe you'd want a cook like your mother has."

"Never. I'm going to cook for you, clean house, do everything for you."

"Everything?"

She squeezed his waist. "Everything."

"You sound terribly menacing."

"Maybe I am."

"I love it."

"And I love you."

She turned into him, moved her arms up around his neck, and pulled him to her, closing her lips over his. Breathlessly, they clung together, the warm breeze caressing their faces, and the bright moonlight turning Suzanne's hair to silver.

They broke apart and continued walking up to the front door.

"Mother's probably asleep by now," said Sam, opening the massive carved slab and ushering her inside.

"Good. We won't be interrupted then," said Suzanne, walking into the tiled entrance hall, her heels clicking softly.

He laughed softly.

"Are you planning to seduce me, young woman?"

She nodded.

"Of course. You really didn't invite me in for coffee now, did you?"

"Of course not."

"All right, then."

She walked into the wide living room, illuminated only by a small reading lamp at the far end. The warm glow gave her cheeks a sensuous patina, and Sam smiled as he approached her, took her in his arms, and kissed her gently.

"You're very lovely," he murmured. "And I've missed you terribly."

"Me, too. There wasn't a day I didn't wish you were back here. Oh, Sam, why did you ever leave?"

"You know why," he replied calmly. "I couldn't stand it any longer."

"Couldn't stand what?"

"Being with you, but still being at arm's length. You remember that night on Belle Isle?"

She nodded. "I'll never forget it."

"That's why. I figured I'd better get the hell away for a while. I think I did the right thing."

"Maybe you did. I've learned a lot since then."

"Like what?"

She moved away from him and over to a wide couch. She plumped down, and beckoned him to join her.

"Oh, lots of things. Like what a man expects from a girl, and how she should respond."

He laughed and sank into the cushions beside her. His hand went around her shoulders, and she leaned to him, her face tilted up invitingly. He kissed her quickly.

"Maybe I should see how you've changed."

"I haven't changed. I've just improved my education," Suzanne said with a giggle, her mind picturing her naked body on the floor of her apartment and Donald's body descending upon her.

"Well, I've had a few experiences myself," said Sam, his hand moving over to her breast and taking it gently in his fingers. "So maybe we've both grown up a little."

"Not a little," she replied, feeling her loins responding to his gentle caressing. "A lot."

Hungrily, she closed her mouth over his, and as their tongues met she slid her fingers between his legs and gripped his hardening shaft. As their tongues ravenously explored each other's mouths, Suzanne felt her emotions rising as her fingers felt his penis stiffen and throb. She reached for his zipper, and a few seconds later his naked organ was exposed, and her hand was holding it, her mind reeling under the impact of its size and thickness.

He broke away and leaned his head back against the couch, his eyes closed. He sighed ecstatically as he felt the surge of sensation through his groin as her fingers expertly pulled his foreskin back and forth over the head of his penis.

"Suzanne… Suzanne," he breathed.

She felt the tiger inside her straining to break loose, and then it happened; she felt a shiver through her body, and her emotions rose as she lowered her head with a rush and closed her lips around the end of his shaft, sucking hard and firmly. Her fingers pushed into his pants and pulled out his balls and began fondling them, rolling them in her hand. She gloried in their size, and she felt her vagina oozing juices in anticipation of receiving that thick, long phallus in its hot, hungry cavern.

He groaned, and she felt his rod flex in her mouth. Her tongue flicked across the end of his glans, probing his wide cockslit, and her mouth moved up and down, taking his length all the way until she felt the end ram into her throat.

"Easy, easy," he whispered. "You'll make me come."

She raised up and stared into his eyes.

"Come, then," she whispered. "I want you to come."

Hungrily she went back to his staff, her fingers massaging the hilt and his balls while her lips sucked harder and harder. She felt it throb and expand, and then his hands came down on her head, holding her firmly as he gasped. She felt a jerk in his hips, and then the sweet, salty taste of his seed was on her tongue, load after load; she gulped, swallowed and continued sucking until he relaxed, exhausted, panting, and he took her head and pulled it up to his mouth, kissing her violently. Finally they broke apart.

Sam stared at her with wonder in his eyes.

"You have changed," he murmured. "Oh, Suzanne…"

"I know," she whispered. "That was wonderful."

She went down on him again, sucking the last drops from his tube and nibbling on his foreskin, biting it gently and pulling it over his softening shaft, licking underneath it. He groaned and pulled her head off.

"Wait, wait," he pleaded. "Not so hard."

"What do you mean?" she said teasingly. "Am I too much?"

He laughed. "He's kinda sensitive after he shoots," he explained, and she giggled.

"Okay, I'll just let him lie in my mouth. Okay?"

She took his rod once more, letting it remain between her lips, feeling its softness, its thickness, and savoring the taste of his come.

Finally she raised up.

"Okay," Suzanne said brightly. "Now you can take me upstairs to your room, and I'll really show you something."

He shook his head in amazement and tucked his penis back in his pants.

"I just don't believe it," he said, rising, and pulling her up beside him. "What's happened to you?"

"I went to Wayne for an education," she said cryptically. "And I've graduated, that's what."