Lucy Mancini lifted her pink gown off the floor and ran up the steps. Sonny

Corleone's heavy Cupid face, redly obscene with winey lust, frightened her, but

She had teased him for the past week to just this end. In her two college love

Affairs she had felt nothing and neither of them lasted more than a week.

Quarreling, her second lover had mumbled something about her being "too big

down there." Lucy had understood and for the rest of the school term had refused

To go out on any dates.

During the summer, preparing for the wedding of her best friend, Connie

Corleone, Lucy heard the whispered stories about Sonny. One Sunday afternoon

In the Corleone kitchen, Sonny's wife Sandra gossiped freely. Sandra was a

Coarse, good-natured woman who had been born in Italy but brought to America

As a small child. She was strongly built with great breasts and had already borne

Three children in five years of marriage. Sandra and the other women teased

Connie about the terrors of the nuptial bed. "My God," Sandra had giggled, "when

I saw that pole of Sonny's for the first time and realized he was going to stick it

into me, I yelled bloody murder. After the first year my insides felt as mushy as

Macaroni boiled for an hour. When I heard he was doing the job on other girls I

went to church and lit a candle."

They had all laughed but Lucy had felt her flesh twitching between her legs.

Now as she ran up the steps toward Sonny a tremendous flash of desire went

Through her body. On the landing Sonny grabbed her hand and pulled her down

The hall into an empty bedroom. Her legs went weak as the door closed behind

Them. She felt Sonny's mouth on hers, his lips tasting of burnt tobacco, bitter.

She opened her mouth. At that moment she felt his hand come up beneath her

Bridesmaid's gown, heard the rustle of material giving way, felt his large warm

 

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Hand between her legs, ripping aside the satin panties to caress her vulva. She

Put her arms around his neck and hung there as he opened his trousers. Then he

Placed both hands beneath her bare buttocks and lifted her. She gave a little hop

In the air so that both her legs were wrapped around his upper thighs. His tongue

Was in her mouth and she sucked on it. He gave a savage thrust that banged her

Head against the door. She felt something burning pass between her thighs. She

Let her right hand drop from his neck and reached down to guide him. Her hand

Closed around an enormous, blood-gorged pole of muscle. It pulsated in her hand

Like an animal and almost weeping with grateful ecstasy she pointed it into her

Own wet, turgid flesh. The thrust of its entering, the unbelievable pleasure made

Her gasp, brought her legs up almost around his neck, and then like a quiver, her

Body received the savage arrows of his lightning-like thrusts; innumerable,

Torturing; arching her pelvis higher and higher until for the first time in her life

She reached a shattering climax, felt his hardness break and then the crawly flood

Of semen over her thighs. Slowly her legs relaxed from around his body, slid

Down until they reached the floor. They leaned against each other, out of breath.

It might have been going on for some time but now they could hear the soft

Knocking on the door. Sonny quickly buttoned his trousers, meanwhile blocking

The door so that it could not be opened. Lucy frantically smoothed down her pink

Gown, her eyes flickering, but the thing that had given her so much pleasure was

Hidden inside sober black cloth. Then they heard Tom Hagen's voice, very low,

"Sonny, you in there?"

6 Sonny sighed with relief. He winked at Lucy. "Yeah, Tom, what is it?"

Hagen's voice, still low, said, "The Don wants you in his office. Now." They could

Hear his footsteps as he walked away. Sonny waited for a few moments, gave