Ignoring all of his bride’s mewling pleas, Jim squeezed his hips further between her slender thighs, forcing her legs wider apart and pinning her writhing buttocks harshly to the mattress. The soft fleece of her pubic hair brushed teasingly against his aching penis, inciting him to incoherent ravings of drunken lust. His knees splayed her slim legs wider still, and he ground his muscular pelvis eagerly against her squirming loins.
“I’m going to fuck you silly,” he hissed down at her. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re my wife now, so you can’t play coy any longer! You’ve been a prick-teaser all the time I’ve known you, but Goddamn it, you’re going to get fucked now, ready, willing, or not!”
“Ohhhhhh, noooooo!” Suzie groaned in misery, knowing she was to be brutally raped… raped by her own husband! God save her!
Jim Halford drove his hand down between the fear-twisting hollows of her soft inner thighs, madly searching to find the tight elastic snugness of her cringing cunt. He felt the blunt rubbery head of his cock slip moistly between the sensitive pink lips of her pussy as he directed it with his fingers right up against the pulsating entrance of her vagina. He jammed his blood-rigid penis forward with a groan then, lodging it against the thin membrane of her hymen like a battering-ram poised at the gates of a castle.
“Damn, you’re tight!” she heard Jim groan above her. “You’re a cherry, all right!”
“No more, no more,” she moaned mindlessly up at him, her vagina feeling as if it were bursting at the seams. Her tiny little cunt lips stretched in a tight oval ring around the thick fleshy shaft of his penis, and involuntarily she tensed her hips as her husband forced his way into her screaming flesh, probing her maidenhead for a way through. He ground his blunt hard cock-head against her tender hymen with a slow deliberation, wanting her to know that she was being fucked royally and that she belonged entirely to him.
Suzie gritted her teeth together from the agony, and groaned through them as she felt his erection straining at the vainly resisting membrane of her maidenhood. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and she kicked out her legs to try and ease her torture, to no avail. Jim held her tightly and jerked his hips wildly forward, ramming his relentless cock deeper into her protesting young belly until there was a sudden pop inside… and he slid unimpeded all the way up to her now quivering cervix.
“Arrgggggg!” Suzie forced air into her lungs and gasped at the pain-filled shock of having lost her virginity so cruelly. She could feel him force his way along the sensitive walls of her now deflowered cunt, pushing her resilient flesh before its skewering hardness like a sword slicing through meat. She winced tearfully from the excruciating hurt, knowing full well that now there was no escape, no defense from the torment until her new husband had emptied his burgeoning testicles inside of her. Jim rammed forward again, feeling his throbbing scrotum slap resoundingly against her twitching, up-tilted buttocks. He could feel his innocent bride grinding her naked hips against the bed in a vain attempt to relieve some of his brutal pressure, her legs kicking out in the air on either side of his impaling loins.
“Arrrrggggg!” She screamed a second time. “Oh God, you’re tearing me apart inside! You’re hurting me so much! Stop! Stop, Jim, stop!”
But Jim only grinned obscenely as he heard the guttural wail of pain bursting from her constricted throat. He pumped his rock-hard cock deeper and faster into her warmly yielding flesh, his stabbing thickness sinking with each demoniacal stroke all the way up into her quivering wet pussy, the warm tight sheath of her cunt wrapping painfully around it. In that crazed moment of lust and sensation, it almost seemed to the man to be more pleasurable with her squeals and protests—a fitting retribution for all the months she’d made him suffer from denial.
“That’s right, rosebud,” Jim teased down at his bride. “Scream for your supper!” He flexed again, taunting: “You love fucking, don’t you?”
“Uuugggg!” Suzie yelled piteously. “You’re killing me!”
“That isn’t the right reply, Suzie!” Jim snickered, thrusting even more savagely down inside her quivering pussy.
“Ohhhhhh!” the tortured young wife cried out. “Ohhhh, then yes! Yes!” Tears were running freely down her red-flushed cheeks, and she was afraid now of offending him and making him crueler and more brutal to her than he was already. “Yes, I love it! I love itttttt!”
Jim laughed harshly in response to her babbling entreaty, stroking more quickly in and out, pounding her tender, stretched vagina harder and faster than ever. He moved his clawing fingers back to grip her smoothly trembling buttocks, feeling the satiny skin moist from her cuntal secretions and the blood of her broken hymen. He pulled her tightly grinding pussy closer to his driving loins, his vicious thrusts filling the bedroom with lewd wet smacking sounds that blended obscenely with Suzie’s continuing moans of pain and torment. His own breath was becoming shorter and heavier, spewing out from his tight-lipped mouth in little gasping puffs, and his naked flesh gleamed wetly with beads of perspiration. He felt himself losing the last vestiges of his self-control, and he grunted down at her in frantic eagerness: “I… I’m cumming, rosebud! Fuck back! Fuck back!”
But even as he blurted out his climax, the first powerful streams of his hot cream-like semen were erupting from the suddenly expanding head of his pulsating cock. The liquid torrent seared deep up inside the fleshy well of his moaning bride’s vagina, his cum surging forth with the rolling force of a tidal wave, burning Suzie’s inner belly with fire and drowning every fractional inch of her raw, sore pussy until it rivuleted back out between the clenching lips of her painfully filled cunt. Suzie could feel the trickling sensation of his warm wet sperm as it flowed down the hair-fringed crevice of her thighs and pooled soddenly on the clean white sheets beneath her aching buttocks.
And then her husband collapsed over her, his once hard cock deflating rapidly with temporary satiation. Jim fell exhausted across his nakedly crying wife, one arm splayed wide across the bed and his legs like rubber limbs nestled between her open thighs. In the wake of his spent-out emotions, shame and revulsion filled Suzie’s mind, and tears fell like rain from her anguished eyes.
“Why?” she moaned softly to him. “Why, Jim… why did you treat me so badly?”
“I guess… I guess you’ll never understand,” he breathed huskily against one throbbing breast. “I guess it’s been something building up all this time, and I guess… I guess I just got sick and tired of all your self-righteous virtue. I was out there having a snort, and it suddenly was too much for me, too much for any man to take, begging for a piece of ass on his wedding night.”
“Don’t speak to me so crudely!” Suzie hissed. “You wouldn’t do or say such things if you really loved me!”
“Oh, I love you plenty, rosebud,” Jim responded, feeling a certain bitterness and anger welling up again in his stomach. “But I’m beginning to see that all your virtue was a disguise. A smoke-screen, hiding the fact that you can’t love me. You can’t love any man with your body. You’re a statue, not a woman!”
“And you! You’re nothing but an animal!”
“An animal?”
“A… a sex-maniac!”
“A sex-maniac?” Jim raised up over her, his face twisting with indignation. He felt his limp penis stirring with new life, rejuvenating into an erection more lusty than the last one. He heard his fearful bride stifle a cry as she felt him push his re-hardened cock against her semen-soaked pubic hair and along the moist pink slit of her lubricated-pussy. “A sex-maniac, am I? Well, I’ll show you just what a sex-maniac—an animal sex-maniac—does to prune-cunted iceboxes like you!”