"Bitch. Bitch!" he growled.
The man was like Dave, Marilyn thought. The same kind of dominating drive, the same urgent need. And she was doing the same thing. Trying to get away. Trying to run, to escape the man's lust. Maybe the man was right. Maybe she was afraid of men. Maybe when it got to be such passionate desire she could not handle it. Maybe, just when her husband wanted her the most, just when he had the greatest need for her, she would panic.
At that rate, Dave wouldn't be around as a husband very long. No man would.
Marilyn forced herself to breathe very deeply and to relax, commanding her body to be still, to stop resisting the man.
"Hey. Yeah. That's better." Carl held her firmly but relaxed some of his strength.
"Don't hurt me. Just don't hurt me."
"You're learning slowly. But you're learning. We'll make you ready for your husband yet." Carl rose on his knees and pulled his belt from the loops. His pants sagged on his hips. "Just so you don't get any ideas."
"What are you going to do?" Marilyn stared at the wide leather strap.
"This is so you'll know who's boss. I'm the man and I'm in charge. The man is always in charge." He reached for her arm. "Put your wrists together."
"What do you want? Why don't you just… just do it?"
"I will. You'll get screwed. Don't worry." He held her wrists crossed over her head and wrapped the belt tightly around, drawing the strap through the brass buckle twice before he wrapped it crosswise to hold the girl's arms securely.
"What… what's that for?"
"To show you that you're helpless and that I'm the boss. You have to do what I say." Carl pulled off his shirt. "You have great tits." He ran one hand over them as he opened his fly and shoved his pants around his knees. The cock stood right up.
Marilyn lay below him, stretched out with her arms over her head, the dress bunched at her neck. She made herself look at him, look at his big prick. The man seemed to be ten feet tall as he gazed down at her, the body looking very dark, almost charcoal in the partial moonlight. As he bent toward her, an animal force seemed to radiate from him, shimmering out of his crotch.
The man was on top of her again. "Please. Oh, God." She shook with terror.
The man entered her. His cock filled her cunt. One rapid jab put all of his hard tool into her body.
"Yes." Carl made several slow thrusts with his rod.
There was no pain. Marilyn managed to raise her knees, moving to get more comfortable on the sand.
"There." Carl lay still, his prick completely inserted into her pussy. His chest pressed firmly against her tits.
Carl looked down at the pretty face just inches away. "How do you like it? How do you like having a man in your snatch? How do you like having a big stiff cock up your cunt?"
"It… it's okay." She turned her head away.
"Look at me!" He stabbed with his prick.
"What?"
"Try to enjoy it. Maybe if you learn to like it with me, you'll be good with your husband." He moved his dick around, rotating his hips. "Feel that? That's my cock. A man's cock. Learn to like it. Learn to take it. Take a lot of it."
"Is that better for you? Do you like that better?" He struck in harder.
"Try to come. Try to get all turned on. Turned on by my cock." He moved up higher, sliding in at a new angle.
"But, I… I'll try." She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Dave on top of her, tried to imagine that her husband was fucking her. Marilyn relaxed and there was just a bit of warmth through her pussy. His hands were on her breasts, the fingers pinching her nipples, a bit of pain, where his fingers pinched. And a bit of enjoyment, too.
"Do you like that?" Carl asked. His prick slammed in.
"Uh… yes." It was not quite a lie.
"I told you you'd learn to like it." His hips drove down steadily. His dick filled the box.
"Look at me," he said. "Open your eyes and look at me." He held her chin with one hand. "I want you to know who's fucking you." He drove faster. "My name's Carl. Carl!"
"Carl," Marilyn whispered. The man's strength, the force of his desire, began to make her more aroused. "Oh."
"Yeah. Feel it. Feel my cock." He shoved in full strength. "Feel it."
"Feel it!" He crouched close to her. "Feel it."
"Oh." There was a whisper of real lust from her clit.
"Now." His hips rose, fell and he began his final moves. Fucking steadily, pressing himself to her full length. Carl humped into the peak of his lust. Shimmering clots of pure desire crowded around his dick. His balls ached and he thrashed in with his prick. "Now! OH! NOW!! NOW!!" Three low grunts and he came, heavy rushes of hot cum drenching the blond's cunt instantly. His pleasure whirled and he shoved all, the way up her tunnel until it dripped ball-juice.
Marilyn felt the raw power of the man. She lay helpless under him, eyes right on his face, looking at the cruel smile, staring at the cords in his neck, the bulging veins on his forehead. The look frightened her and aroused her. Her body had done that, had made him feel like that, had created that much lust in him. Her body had driven him to a fury of passion.
That must be what Dave feels, she thought. And I've got to try to satisfy him. Got to!
"Ahhhhh!" Carl lay on her, breathing deeply. "Not too bad. For a first time." He kissed one tit.
"What?" Marilyn lay completely still.
"You're learning. But you've got a long way to go." He slipped his tool from her twat.
"What do you mean?" The fear started to return.
"Well, you've stopped screaming and trying to run away. But you didn't come. Didn't even try. Did you?"
"Uh… uh, no. No."
"I can always tell." Carl stood up. "But you will. You'll come and come and come before I'm through with you."
"But… but you came. That's all. You'll let me go now. Won't you?"
"Hell, this was just a sort of waem up." He pulled on his pants.
"But… but I…"
Carl started to take the belt from her wrists. "I told you that you had a lot to learn. I'm a fucking good teacher." He threaded the belt through the loops around his waist. "You'd better get up."
"I… I just want to go back to… to my room."
"Still afraid of it, huh?" He took her arm to help her up and kept holding on firmly.
"I… I just… Carl, no. Please."
"Yes." He began to lead her along the beach. "I've got lots of nice thihgs to show you. Lots of toys and games for us to have a good time with." Carl held her firmly by the arm and waist as he directed her back toward the hotel.
"What… what are you going to do now?"
"Show you what real fucking is all about. Teach you how to please a man. Any man. Even your husband. It's high time you learned that, honey."
"But, I… He likes me. Dave loves me."
"For how long? With what I'm going to show you, you can hang on to him forever. He'll never want to look at another woman." Carl's hand glided over her ass. "And you will like it too. Be better than any kind of fuck you've ever had."
"But… I don't love you. I love my husband."
"This isn't love, kid. This is fucking. I didn't say one damn thing about love. Did I?"
"Think of it this way. You're doing this for him. For your husband. To please him. Just like you learned to cook or keep house."
"I… uh… that's not the same thing, really."
"And remember. You don't have much choice, either." His fingers bit into her arm tightly. "Ow. That hurts."
"Just remember that." He led her away from the edge of the water. "Besides, I won't touch you after today. It's just for a little while."
"Listen. It's just bodies. Just screwing. That's all. You can try to get something out of it or you can fight me. I'll still get what I want. So it's up to you."
"I… well…"
Carl stopped moving. "You might as well say yes."