"Why?"
"So I can suck you hard again and you can fuck me in the ass!"
CHAPTER THREE
Mike Nelson took a long pull on his drink and set it back on the work bench. It was his sixth drink since dinner, and his eyes were so glassy he had to strain to make them focus on the army of naked women spread out on the bench in front of him.
He chuckled, wishing all pictures would come to life so they could fuck his brains out upstairs, he could hear his beautiful, eighteen year-old bride getting ready for bed.
Would she fuck him tonight?
Yes, probably. It was Friday, wasn't it?
They had been married three months and Gloria had let him fuck her every Tuesday and Friday night. According to her, twice a week was normal.
"Shit," he grumbled, "twenty-six years old, with a good healthy hard-on, and she only wants to fuck twice a week!"
And that was all she did, he mused, fuck. Put cock in pussy, pump cock, come, and go to sleep. Twenty times, at least, he had tried to go down on her, and twenty times he had tried to get her to suck his cock. Nothing. "No, Mike," she had said. "Good Lord, why must we do something filthy like that to enjoy sex?"
He poured another drink straight and slugged it down as he compared the naked bodies in the pictures to his wife's, none of them matched up. Gloria was better built and more beautiful than all of them.
"But I'll bet they suck good cock when they're not posing!"
And upstairs, Gloria Nelson was brushing her hair and hoping that Mike would be too drunk to want sex that night. She would have liked to be able to loosen up, as Mike wanted her to, but after the way he had cruelly taken her that first night of their honeymoon, Gloria had found it impossible to relax during sex.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She had large blue eyes and full pouting lip. Her skin was smooth and seemed to blend in magically with the long golden hair cascading down to her shoulders. Her breasts were like two ripe, overgrown melons, the deep valley between them dark and inviting now that she was almost naked. Though large, her tits were youthfully firm and needed no support to stand straight out, pointed and proud and perfect. Her waist was narrow and her belly flat, the smooth flesh topped by the lightest fuzziness below her navel which pointed like an arrow to the curving mound between her legs. She looked sensual yet innocent. And only her husband knew that her sexuality went only skin deep.
How anyone as beautiful as Gloria could stay a virgin for all of her eighteen years was beyond Mike's imagination. But he found out how when she refused him sex for the full three months before their marriage.
And on the night of their wedding it was disaster.
She had bought a new negligee, and after putting it on, she got into the bed before calling for Mike to come out of the bathroom.
He came out stark naked, his long, thick prick already half-hard in anticipation, and the sight of his nakedness so rattled her that she was tense beyond relief for the rest of the evening.
In the darkness, he had been gentle and understanding. He kissed and fondled her trembling young body to arouse her for his first entry. Yet, when he moved between her outspread legs, she was only prepared to feel pain. She never cried out, because she was determined to please him, but the only emotion she had was that of fear and humiliation.
Her memory of his first penetration was that it took forever, her cunt being painfully stretched apart slowly, until she was convinced she would be split in half, and then the rest of it seemed to take only seconds until he was finished with her.
It had been quick. He'd been waiting for that moment for too long, and the result was an explosive climax that came almost instantly. When it was over, Mike felt he should start again for her, but she had lied, telling him that she enjoyed it fully. He knew she was lying when later, and from then on, Gloria never responded to anything he tried, and for that matter refused to try anything except the standard missionary position.
Gloria removed her bra and panties and slipped a nightgown over her head. It completely covered her. It couldn't, however, hide the enormity of her breasts. The whole front of her gown seemed to shake as she moved across the room toward the bed. She was just pulling down the coven when Mike lurched into the room. She yawned as he stood swaying before her.
"We'd better get to bed," she said. "I have to get up early tomorrow for tennis with Aunt Trixie."
"I wish you acted as much like your Aunt Trixie as you look like her!"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Mike lurched against her and regained his balance. But not before the heat of her huge tits scarred his chest. "I hear before she married Milt that she sucked and fucked every cock she could get!"
"You bastard!" Gloria hissed, and slapped him hard across the mouth.
"I should have married me a whore instead of a fucking virgin," Mike slurred.
"Shut up!" she cried and slapped him again. "You bitch!" he growled as he careened toward her, seizing her firmly by the shoulders.
"Mike! You're hurting me again!"
"Take it off, baby!"
"Mike, let go of me this instant!" He was too far gone on alcohol and frustration to bother to listen. He wound his fingers into the top of the gown and pulled, ripping every button from the front to reveal her voluptuous young flesh.
Gloria backed against, the wall, her hands trying in vain to hide her quivering breasts and her blonde cunt. "Mike, don't you dare!"
His breath came faster as he lurched after his frightened wife. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her slender arm to one side with brutal ease, and her tits leaped free in front of his face. He grunted as he stared hungrily at her mounds.
It was with an animal savagery that he stepped forward and locked one burly arm around her waist and squeezed, forcing her to bend over backward. Gloria tried to protest, but his other hand was clamped over her mouth with a painful force, and her head was forced back to where it crashed against the wall, causing her to reel from the impact.
"Mike… please!"
"Please, shit! I'm gonna fuck the hell right outta you tonight!"
The young blonde wife struggled with all her might, but her frantic squirming only seemed to excite him more. His powerful hips ground savagely into hers. She could feel the growing hardness of his long, thick cock straining under his pants. The nightgown slipped off her shoulders to the flaring contours of her hips. Her huge breasts glistened moistly, wet with hot saliva as his hungrily sucking mouth darted from one erect nipple to the other.
Gloria stood against the wall naked to her waist, her twin fleshy mounds heaving resiliently for breath.
Suddenly he grabbed her by the wrist and flung her across the bed.
She bounced up on her knees from the sudden impact, but Mike was on her from the rear, his thumb and fingers clamping on the back of her neck. He tightened his grip and a wail of fear erupted from her throat as he forced her face down on the bed. His other hand groped for the nightie, and she heard it rip as he impatiently clawed until he had torn every shred of material away.
Now she was pinned helplessly down on the bed, the cover rubbing against her nipples, already sensitive from his biting and sucking.
Mike looked down at his young wife. He stared, almost drooling, at the cream-like whiteness of her flesh, at the curving fullness of it, especially the way her ass cheeks blossomed into twin mounds of succulent white flesh that were squirming and undulating before his eyes.
She pushed against the bed with her hands and lifted her body a little more. In doing so, her large melon-like breasts were tightly squeezed between her arms, creating a deep, shadowed cleavage.
Mike stared down almost mesmerized at the milky twin cheeks of her buttocks and the darkly inviting crack. Watching them move and quiver as she struggled, the young husband gloated as he saw her muscles ripple and her rounded ass cheeks become firm and full. Damn, it was wild to see!