Jim never even gave her a chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep in her vagina. He just began fucking her again, slamming in and out of her, his only thought that of flooding more hot cum deep up inside that cringing belly where it belonged. He vented his raging, drunken lust and disappointment time after time, spewing her womb again and again with the thick, swirling liquid of his sexual frustrations…
CHAPTER TWO
Meanwhile, in their own cabin, Carl and Verna Monroe were beginning to learn the intimate secrets of married love and each other’s eager bodies…
After Jim and Suzie had left, Verna closed the door of the cottage and smiled at her new husband. “Is there any booze left, honey?”
“Not a drop,” Carl replied, shaking the empty rum bottle. “Just what’s in our glasses, and then we’ll be dryer than Kansas.”
“Then let’s polish them off and go to bed, okay?”
Bed! Sex! Carl quivered as he put the bottle down on the sideboard and retrieved his half-full glass. He watched Verna sidle barefoot across the carpeting to the couch and sit down, feeling fuzzy from all the drinking he’d done and completely unnerved by his sultry bride’s ripe, provocative charms. He stared entranced as she crossed her long tanned legs Indian-style beneath her lush buttocks, tightening the material of her shorts lewdly into the sharply defined slit up between her thighs, making the folds of her inviting pussy bulge out in lurid bas-relief. She leaned forward to pick up her glass from the table, and the firm mounds of her breasts were exposed to his gaze, with just the hint of the chocolate hardness of her vibrant nipples.
Carl felt a slight flush creeping along the base of his neck as he sat down beside her, unable to take his eyes off her sensual voluptuousness. His cock spasmed in his pants one time, and then—incredibly—again, and quickly, feeling ashamed, he took a long deep pull at his glass, letting the last of his rum cocktails relax his growing arousal. I can’t let this happen, he cautioned himself. Remember what Dr. Erastus Shultz’s Marriage Manual said about the wedding night… the groom must be gentle and understanding with his bride and not scare her with his masculine strength… a wife is to be tenderly cherished and treated with respect and patience, and never be allowed to think her husband regards her as anything but a decent and honorable woman…
That’s what Dr. Shultz said. But God! That doctor had obviously never met Verna! Carl tried to deny his rising passion, but, in spite of his best efforts, he had to admit that his black-haired bride was enough to make an angel give up his halo. She exuded pure animal lust like some kind of mist encompassing her when she walked and talked and smiled. He was filled with the horrible desire to reach out and grab her, throw her down right where she sat and make love to her like a cave man! He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity as if it were alive, as if it were straining to prove itself. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the barnyard thoughts swirling in his overheated mind. But it remained throbbingly blood-swollen and aching in his pants. Think of how pure your love is for Verna, how you admire her personality, how you must control your male demands if you’re going to start your marriage off properly! Think of what Dr. Shultz would do if he were here! But Carl had already had too much to drink, and the tantalizing Verna was proving to be too much of a woman…
Guiltily, he turned to her and asked, “W-Would you like me to turn on the radio?”
“If you want to, honey,” she murmured, her eyes half-lidded and the tiny tip of her pink tongue slowly circling her lips.
“I thought… I thought we could dance.”
“Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable for you? I mean, with that big fat hard-on I can see in your pants?”
Carl almost dropped his drink in convulsive reaction to her lewd words. He had never heard a woman talk in such lascivious terms! “Verna… cut it out, for Pete’s sake!”
She giggled, uncrossing her legs and stretching out on the couch until her face was close to his and her breath was a branding iron against his cheeks. “That wonderful hard-on that’s all mine, Carl honey! That hard, hard prick of yours! You don’t want to dance with me and have me rubbing my soft little pussy against it, do you?”
Carl’s breath quickened at her obscenities.
“Kiss me!” she whispered throatily. “That’s what you really want to do, isn’t it? Well, I’m your wife now.” She took both their glasses and set them on the table. “So kiss me!”
Carl kissed her, there on the couch where they lounged against the cushions. He might have kissed her in a dozen ways, but he kissed her with his tongue and spontaneously she sucked it down into her mouth with hungered eagerness. Shaken to the core, the twenty year old young man drew back and raised his head to stare at his hotly panting bride, then kissed her once more in the same manner. She didn’t resist. The fire was mounting within her like a vortex, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth, probing and charging it with her own wet tongue.
He didn’t raise up to stare into her eyes this time. His cock was jerking uncontrollably in his pants as she squirmed her loins hotly against his with the urgency of her sexual desire for him, her lightly covered breasts seeming to seek out the trembling cup of his hands. He pressed her right breast tentatively, caressing it with experimental tenderness, vaguely wondering if Dr. Shultz had been married when he’d written his manual. Then Verna’s tongue wormed like a hot wedge of fire into his own mouth and he could taste the sweetness of her breath. Instinctively, he dropped his hand to her belly and stroked the satiny skin as her breath quickened in his mouth, then he let his finger trace down over the gentle rise of her pubic mound to her thighs, all the way to the pulsing crevice between her parting legs.
This was going to be one hot night, he could see that now! She wanted him, wanted him badly, and ol’ Dr. Shultz could stuff that book up his arse! Then came the anguished thought—had Verna ever wanted another man this way? Was she all his, entirely his, or had she given herself like this to others before him…? Hell… what difference did that make now? His cock was a hammer now, and this moment, with her, now… that’s all that mattered! Look at her, her breasts heaving and her buttocks squirming in those immodest shorts of hers…
Verna gazed up at him. She lay cradled in his arms across his lap, her eyes gleaming with love and adoration… and lust! Delicately, she moved her arm in a way as to press against his lower belly and pelvic region, feeling the rock-hard protuberance of his stiffened cock pulsing beneath his pants. She supposed it wasn’t fair of her to act this way, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t trying to be fair… only fulfilling.
That was a lovely word—fulfilling. What would poor Carl do now if she reached down and squeezed his penis? Whimper? Squeal with joy? God, how she’d like to, but decorum was in order, even though she had no predicted end for what was to come. Ad lib. More irony perhaps. Poor, poor Carl and his silly, immature ideas about what was Right and what was Wrong. Good Girls and Bad Girls, everything so black and white, when, in truth, there were no such things as right and wrong when it came to sex… only fun, fun and fulfillment.
What would happen if he ever found out how unchaste his little sweet bride really was? Well, he wasn’t going to find out, not if she had her way. Verna loved him—loved Carl as only an experienced woman can love a man who is basically good and noble at heart. Carl had integrity, and no man of integrity could accept being number thirteen—lucky thirteen!—and a wife who’d not only had a full dozen lovers before him, but countless one-nighters and a few drunken blanks when she couldn’t remember the next morning who’d stuck his cock in her the night before. No… she’d have to take it slower than usual, lead him gently along, the way you’d housebreak a young puppy and not act like some gutter-slut off the streets. Yet Lord! She wanted him, wanted his thick hard cock up inside her vagina right this instant! How could she hope to last out…?