Wearily, Brad got up from the swing and went into the kitchen latching the back door. He stumbled a little and for the first time he realized that he was rather drunk. He turned the light on noticing that the whole house was by this time in darkness. Julie must be asleep but he didn't want her asleep. He wanted his wife to be the woman in his dream earlier that evening.
He bumped into the bedroom door and he could already feel the stiff hard bulge of his penis, rigid as an iron rod, pulsing hotly against the cotton fabric of the pajamas he was still wearing. Well, by heavens, he was going to sleep in the nude tonight! He pulled off his bottoms and let them fall to the floor. His desire-hardened cock sprang forth, suddenly free, jutting out before him. He stood for a minute, staring first at his throbbing rod of flesh then at the quiet form of his wife, lying still under the blankets. Her eyes were closed as if she were asleep and he wondered if she really was.
"Julie?" he muttered.
She lay still, eyes closed as tightly as ever. Why did she have to play dead, tonight of all nights? She'd done it often enough before, he knew, but he wasn't in the mood for it now. In an uncustomary aggressive action, he ripped the blankets back off her outstretched body, then seized the nightgown she wore, jerking it up to her shoulders.
Her eyes fluttered open, the bewildered look in them changing quickly to one of fear. "Brad!" she cried. "What are you doing? What do you want?"
"What do you think I want?" he shot back. And when she covered her mouth to stifle a scream, he snapped, "I want to fuck you, that's what I want!"
An expression of disgust filtered across her face and she pursed her lips and turned her head away. "Really, Bradley," she reprimanded primly. "It's not like you to be so vulgar."
"That's how I feel."
"Bradley, you're drunk," Julie said. She slid across the bed right to the other side. "I think you should sleep on the day bed."
"I'm going to sleep with my wife and I'm going to fuck her senseless."
She gave another little cry of alarm as he lunged forward; seizing the nightgown again. Suddenly, he flung himself on the bed, hunching over her, while she cowered against the mattress, trying to burrow into it as if she could hide herself there. But his hands were all over her, running harshly, brutally almost, up and down her fearfully quivering body, squeezing her soft, sensitive flesh, kneading it until little white ridges of it stood out between his straining knuckles.
His head shot forward, and he fastened his mouth over her moist, warm lips. She gasped and struggled against him, and then his tongue darted forward, pressing relentlessly against her lips, forcing them apart, sliding into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. His tongue flicked farther forward now, deep inside her mouth searching and exploring roughly and obscenely. She squirmed against him again, trying to free herself, but he pinned her down, and then, as suddenly as his tongue had crashed into her mouth, he withdrew it.
In a moment, his head had dropped to the small, ruby-like buds of her nipples, and once again his tongue shot out, to lick first one and then the other into a taut, quivering erection. Julie writhed beneath him, murmuring little protests, which only served to arouse the minister further. His teeth closed over the stiff little tips and he nibbled hungrily on them, while Julie moaned over and over. "Dear God… No… noo… Brad… stop it!"
The words fell on deaf ears. How many years had he waited to be satisfied to perform the sins he had dreamed about? Well tonight he would perform. Tonight, he would fuck his wife as she'd never been fucked before, and as she might never be fucked again. He lifted his head again and his face completely transformed into a mask of lust she'd never seen before, he let out a short obscene laugh as he gazed down at his wife's pale face.
He let his tongue trail slowly over her firm white breasts, then on down, over the slight swell of her naked belly, down toward the little patch of sparsely curling hair between her thighs. She arched her back, uttered another stifled cry, and pressed her legs close together. "Dear God, no!" she moaned. "Bradley, please! Not that!"
"Then, what way?" he growled at his wife, his eyes blazing with unsatisfied lust. "How would you like to be fucked?"
"Oh, Brad," she wailed.
"You don't want it anyway, do you?" he asked bitterly. Julie didn't answer, and suddenly he rolled on top of her, his heavy chest pinning her struggling, writhing body to the bed. Her legs scissored out as she thrashed beneath him, trying to free herself, and as they did, his hips fell heavily between her widespread thighs, and he pressed forward, forcing her jerking buttocks deep into the mattress. He felt the softness of her pubic hair grazing against his wildly throbbing cock, teasing tantalizing, until he thought he would go insane with lust.
The sexually-deranged minister wedged his knees up between hers, holding them wide apart, while his pelvis crashed against her defenselessly pinioned loins. He groaned as the electric contact sent flames of lustful fire shooting through his veins, felt the jump of his thickly rigid penis, that throbbed and ached unbearably.
His hand shot out to grasp the lust-stiffened length and guide it towards the small, glistening hole of his wife's cunt. She choked back a scream as she felt its blunt, bulbous head against the soft, tender lips of her unprepared pussy, felt it spread them open, thrust against the sensitive flesh until it found her clitoris.
Bradley began to massage the miniature phallus with the smooth, hard tip of his cock then moved it up and down the sensitive pussy slit. He arched back, leering drunkenly at her… Julie cringed fearfully beneath him. Then suddenly, lurched forward, aiming his lust-bloated penis at her moistly quivering hole.
His cock sank deep within her, scraping against the tight, dry walls of her vainly resisting cuntal walls, and she gasped, squirming as though she had been impaled on a torture instrument. Her agonized cry rang through the room, resounding in his ears, only to go unheeded. In his semi-drunken state he could think of nothing but his own satisfaction, and with another forward thrust he pushed his rock-hard staff deeper and deeper up into her warmly yielding flesh.
Julie lay helplessly beneath him, while tears of rage welled up in her eyes and flowed down her pale cheeks. She felt as if she were being torn apart inside by his entry. Again she pleaded with him. "Stop it… please… Bradley… stop this!"
Nothing could stop the minister. The thoughts of the story he'd heard of the lewd ravishment of the young girls had fired his own loins, aroused him beyond endurance and that coupled with the amount of alcohol he had consumed had stripped him of all his usual gentility. He pounded his hips deep into her, thrusting the thick cock in and out, oblivious to the cries of protest that spilled from her throat.
Brad rammed in and out, now, in and out, like a sex maniac, his lust-incited cock sinking into the hilt, until it seemed to Julie that it would reach her throat from the inside! He locked his mouth to hers, mashing her lips back against her teeth. Her tender breasts, the sensitive skin bruised from his torturing fingers, were crushed against his chest. He grunted, then slid his two hands under her softly quivering ass-cheeks, lifting them to meet him even more, and now his sperm-heavy balls slapped against her nakedly upturned crotch in a steady rhythmical pattern.
The crazed husband felt his throbbing, blood-engorged cock sunk all the way inside her trembling belly, begin to ache as it seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Lord above, his balls were throbbing too now, the pressure building up in them until he thought they would explode. He fucked deep into Julie's passage that was sore, now, and still dry, fucked until she was afraid his huge thick cock would split her in two, would tear her literally to bits. "Aaaaaiiii…! Stop it…! It's wicked… oh please…!" the minister's wife pleaded helplessly as his huge cock pistoned mercilessly in and out of her defenselessly ravished cunt!