Oh, my God! Sally Sue thought in horror. How could he ever suggest such a vile thing – opening her mouth to his male flesh! It was unspeakably filthy! She was so shocked that all desire left her.
"I'll try to forget you ever said such a thing," she groaned. She stirred, her body sinuously undulating beneath him, and she felt the smooth, knoblike head of his cock pressing through her tender vaginal lips. "Do it to me! I don't care how much it hurts any more! Just do it!!"
"I see you need a lot of education, Sally Sue," the straining man said with a tinge of bitterness. "Well, this is your first fucking lesson! Swing those smooth legs up over my shoulders and wrap them around my neck!"
Shocked by his language again, Sally Sue didn't move until her husband's hands grasped her ankles and drew them over his broad shoulders. In this contorted position, the helpless girl's genitals were completely exposed, her smooth buttocks stretched taut as drumheads, her virginal cunt lips drawn open like another mouth, her back bent like a bow. She could feel his cockhead throbbing just inside her strained pussy lips – and then both of Bob's big hands were pulling her quivering ass-cheeks even wider, completely baring the plane of her secret flesh to the frigid breeze from the air conditioner. In the mirror, through tear-blurred eyes she saw herself again, and wondered how she could ever have let herself be put in such a degrading position. Well, there was nothing to be done about it now. Bob was her husband and he had the right to use the body which, only a few moments before, had been so carnally eager to be used.
Was it like this for all brides? the raven-tressed beauty wondered. Or was there something wrong with her?
Flexing his back muscles, Bob viciously rammed his hips forward, driving his big thick shaft of rigid flesh into her tightly stretched pussy without warning.
"EEEEE YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" Sally Sue screamed as she felt the sensitive membrane of her maidenhead painfully yield to his penetration. It felt like someone had shoved the burning tip of a thick cigar into her most tender flesh. Her long legs flailed outward in an attempt to escape, and then locked again tight over his shoulders. With a sudden feeling of horror, she realized Bob was grunting and straining in an effort to bury his thick rampant cock even deeper into her – and her body was fighting!
"Tightest cunt I ever found," he panted, and began to saw back and forth in her tightly clutching flesh, slowly forcing his rigid male organ deeper and deeper into her reluctantly yielding body that was bent double beneath him. He could feel the soft curly hairs of her cuntal furrow brushing his impaling cock with each striving stroke, and the sensation served to arouse him even further. Sally Sue was juicy and she was trying, he knew, but she was so damn tight! He knew he must be hurting her a lot, but her virginal little cunt was so delicious that he couldn't slow down. Instead he drilled and thrust into the warm moist channel of her pussy, feeling, her legs tremble on his back and the quaking of her belly, and he wondered how the hell he ever lucked onto a piece of ass like this!
This time, he thought, she wouldn't be worth a damn, but once he stretched her cunt open and could get his prick into her quick, he was sure she'd be the best lay anybody ever found! Arching high over her, he looked down between their nakedly entwined bodies, at the jiggling of her firmly ripened breasts and then at his own flesh penetrating hers, now streaked with the virgin blood that was seeping down between her twitching ass-cheeks. With each partial withdrawal, her coral-hued inner flesh emerged, grasping his wetly glistening cock-shaft like a warm rubber glove, only to vanish back into the steaming depths of her passion-swollen cunt lips as he jammed himself up into her clasping young pussy again. She was groaning and he knew she must be hurting, but she was still eager for his cock… her first cock!
Christ, he marveled, she was really burning up for it! Now the nipples of her upthrust bouncing tits were sticking out like railroad spikes. Pausing in his relentless reaming of his new bride, he reached down between their bodies, feeling the quivering of her taut belly muscles, searching in her soft, curling, sex-dampened pubic hairs for her clitoris. It was hard and erect, big as a miniature penis, and with eyes closed Sally Sue moaned and writhed at the contact, seeming to try screwing herself even farther up onto his impaling cock.
Well, if she hadn't been ready before, she sure was now, Bob reasoned. He clutched the trembling moons of her lewdly spread buttocks firmly and lunged into her defenseless but welcoming body.
"Aaaaauuuuugggghtthh!!!!" his bride cried out in mingled pain and pleasure as finally she realized his massive penis was buried to the hilt in her squirming vaginal passage. Her quivering pussy lips clutched it like a sheath, and his heavy, cum-filled testicles smacked repeatedly into the wide open crease of her churning buttocks. Sally Sue gasped. She never imagined anything could feel like this! It seemed a solid bar of red-hot iron was sunk in her yielding young body. She felt his penis swell even larger as her new husband flexed the impaling organ inside her painfully stretched pussy. She felt her flesh rippling in response to internal muscles and nerve ends she hadn't known existed, and she clung tightly to him, panting and gasping… feeling now a growing delight and wonder in this thing he had called "fucking".
Still, though, the pain was present. If only he'd give her a chance to adjust. "Darling, wait… just a minute… you're filling me so!" Sally Sue pleaded.
With a soft triumphant chuckle, Bob condescendingly held still, feeling his bride's violated flesh slowly rippling around his own rampant manhood, as her tight little cunt tried to accommodate his pulsating hardness. She began to sigh softly, and move slowly, and Bob Bennett determined to give her a fucking she would never forget!
He knew he was an expert. He could stay hard as long as he wanted, and get it up whenever he wanted, and there was plenty of it. One chick had accused him of swiping a fungo bat from the New York Yankees after, with a few drinks inside each of them, he had bet her a cool thousand dollars he could stay in her, hot and hard, until seven o'clock the next morning. It was then eleven in the evening. The woman, a handsome if not beautiful member of the Beautiful People Set just past thirty, had called what she thought was a bluff.
It was not a bluff!
He went into her quick and hard and stayed there until the sun was up and she was crying for him to stop. He had coldly told her that if she was worn out, he wasn't and if she wanted him to stop, she'd have to suck. He found out she was better with her mouth than her pussy, which was prime, and they had not left her apartment for three days.
And then he'd had a hell of a time throwing her away.
Bob began to move with his virgin bride, his long thick penis boring into her now willing flesh as he took his weight on knees and elbows and his searching fingers masterfully manipulated the upthrust mounds of her soft warm breasts. As he stroked rhythmically in and out of her yearning young pussy, he could feel the smooth rippling of her cuntal flesh ahead of his cock like a tidal wave surging up into her quivering belly. Sally Sue was beginning to moan in ecstasy now, screwing herself furiously up the thick wet length of his penis, and her cunt was gushing with the heated juices of her desire.
Rob thought he'd been sort of lousy with his language toward her and ripping off her nightie, so he decided she had earned a magnificent fuck. He set about giving it to her.
For an eternity, Sally Sue felt the massive cudgel plunging into her tender but eager young pussy, his warm, knowledgeable hands on her breasts, and then sliding down over her sleek body to cup her ass-cheeks and pull her loins up hard to his jackhammering spear. It still hurt, but not so much now, and in the pain there was a strange masochistic pleasure that she wanted to go on… and on… and on!