Chapter 2
Frantically, the pair ate each other. Both their young, fit bodies were in constant motion, alive with the lust that possessed them both. Mouths worked with loving expertise on rock-hard cock and juicy, flavorful pussy. Two minds and two bodies filled with passion and feverish desire.
Frank's head was moving in circles as he fucked his tongue in and out of his wife's pussy. His tongue marinated in warm, luscious cunt sauces. Every time he ran his tongue into Ari's snatch he drank deeply of the pussy-wine.
The slightly rough fabric of Ari's nightie thrilled the skin of her jugs, especially her hard and horny nipples. She squirmed her ass around to give her pussy the full benefit of Frank's deep-delving tongue. She was practically shaking with passion. She couldn't hold out much longer!
She was still determined to taste Frank's jism as she came. This called for extreme measures. She wrapped both hands around his prick and raised her head till her lips were closed just behind the flaring head of the cock. With her lips pressing on the most sensitive part of the prick, she laved her wet tongue around and around the wedge-shaped head. Her hands pumped up and down on the stalk.
"Mmmmmmm-pppphhhhhhhh!" Frank grunted, right into the woman's cunt. He came.
The orally-entrapped prick gave a tremendous throb. It's about to happen! Ari thought excitedly. She grasped the prick hard and sucked in till her belly hollowed.
The first blast of jism hit her like the blast of a firehose. The acrid come-stream rebounded off her tonsils and washed back around the head of his prick. Her tongue steeped in the tangy taste of sperm and semen.
The much-beloved flavor of seething come was like a catalyst. Once more Ari's powerful thighs clamped around her husband's head, and then she was coming again.
Frank's fingers dug into the soft flesh surrounding the dripping cunthole. His butt sprang off the bedspread as the second spasm of his orgasm hit. Despite his wife's best efforts his cock plunged far into her throat before delivering a fresh charge of jism.
Ari's cunt squeezed Frank's tongue, squirting it back into his ravenous mouth. He drove it back in again in his frenzy of climax. The walls of her pussy clenched and rolled around it. A constant stream of scalding pussy juice gushed into his mouth. He drank it down and lusted for more.
His wife was lusting for more too-more and more of his come! His prick was buried to the root in her sucking mouth. With great shuddering heaves it spat gob after gob of salty jism into her throat. The avidly cock-sucking woman swallowed as much of the come as she was able. But hungrily as she drank it down, it soon filled her throat and mouth and bubbled out between her lips. A droplet of come rolled down the side of her face and into her ear.
The wild tongue-lashing her pussy was getting was driving her wild. She couldn't stop coming! And it seemed that the swallowing action of her throat muscles was milking a never ending stream of sperm from Frank's prick.
Their souls seemed to blend together as they came. Their bodies rocked to the power of their shared orgasm until every bit of their strength was gone. Then they drifted into a gentle delirium of afterglow.
At last Frank sighed and rolled off his wife's spent body. "Whew," he breathed.
Ari looked over at him. His crotch was dewed with thick white globes of jism, drying stickily in the dark strands of his pubic hair. His vast limp cock lay on one thigh. Its length shone with Ari's saliva. It was streaked with milky jism.
He sat up on his elbows and grinned at her. His mouth was smeared with cunt juice. "Enjoy yourself?" he asked.
"You know it, lover-husband." She laced her fingers behind her head and stretched. Her body arched backwards. Her flat belly bowed into the air. Her husband looked her over with approval. His cock seemed to stir with interest again.
"How about something new?" Frank asked.
Ari felt a twinge of response deep in her cunt. "What have you got in mind?" she asked. Her green eyes gleamed.
Frank stretched out his arm. He ran his forefinger up Ari's leg, over her hipbone, traced over the smooth dome of her belly. "How about taking it up the ass?" he asked. He seemed to be near drooling at the thought.
Ari recoiled. "No!" she said. She drew her legs up and sat, arms around her knees. Dark tufts of cunt fur showed in the area bounded by her asscheeks and the tops of her thighs. There was a wild light in her eyes.
Slowly the tension drained out of her half-naked body. "I can't do it, Frank," she said quietly. "It would hurt. I can't stand pain. And I can't stand the idea of-of having anything up my bottom."
"Aw, come on!" Frank cajoled. "It's something different. Don't be afraid. You'll love it!"
Ari hated to deny Frank anything-especially on this, their wedding night. But she was firm. "No, Frank," she said.
Slowly Frank turned red. The flush spread all over his body, from his hairy, muscular calves to his dark hairline. "Are you serious?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yes, Frank."
The slap knocked her onto her left side. She clutched her smarting face with both hands, teetering on the edge of the bed. "Ow," she moaned. "Why did you do that?"
Frank grabbed her by the shoulder and hauled her back to a sitting position. "You won't do it?" he gritted. His face was inches away from hers, twisted into an almost inhuman mask of rage.
"Frank, Frank, what are you doing?"
His answer was a backhanded blow that sent her sprawling. Her white butt flashed in the air as her black nightie went up around her waist. Then her wrist was cruelly seized and her arm was being twisted up behind her back.
"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmrrrrrmph!" She tried to cry out but her face was pressed deep in the pillow muffling her words. Keeping the hammerlock with one hand, Frank grabbed her other wrist with his free hand. With one large hand he held both his wife's arms behind her shapely bare back. He leaned over her. His cock was like a policeman's baton pressing into her left buttock as he reached to the floor where he'd thrown his trousers. He found the buckle of his black leather belt. The strap hissed out of its loops.
"What are you doing?" Ari turned her head sideways so she could speak. Her heavy hair had fallen over her eyes and she couldn't see what her husband was doing. Her head spun from the suddenness and the strangeness of it all.
Frank didn't answer. Working quickly and efficiently he looped the belt around his wife's arm, wrist to elbow behind her. He ran the end of the belt through the buckle and fastened it. Then he stood up.
Ari rolled onto her back and sat up. Her lovely hair was in disarray, and there were tear-streaks down her cheeks. She looked at her husband in fear and disbelief. "What's gotten into you, Frank? What are you doing?" She tested her bonds. They were tight, almost tight enough to cut off circulation in her arms.
Frank didn't speak. He walked to a cabinet on the other side of his bedroom. They hadn't been able to find a suitable house before the wedding, and Ari had agreed to put off the honeymoon until they could find one. Until then they would live in her husband's apartment.
Now she wondered what her honeymoon would be like-if she ever took it. Or was she dreaming all this? She couldn't believe this was happening, not even with the testimony of her stinging cheek and tied arms to prove it.
Then she couldn't believe her eyes. Frank turned back with something in his hands. Ari screamed.
It was a coiled whip.
It was black and slender as a cobra. He advanced on his wife slowly. Her eyes pleaded with him to stop this, to embrace her and tell her it was all a joke. He smiled.
He dropped the whip to the bed beside her. Then he sat down and put his arm around her, looking deeply into her eyes. Yes, she thought, melting with relief. It was all a joke! He didn't mean it for a minute!
"Don't be afraid," he said soothingly. "I won't harm you."
Ari smiled through the tears. "I know you wouldn't, Frank." She gave a shaky laugh. "How could I ever think-"
He broke in. "All I want to do is teach you a lesson. You're supposed to love and obey me-I have to show you what happens when you disobey."
The woman was speechless. The color drained out of her lovely face. Even her lips were an ashen shade. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Gently, Frank pushed his new, tied-up wife back down so that her face was resting on the pillow once more. She felt the mattress lift as his weight came off it.
"Frank?" she asked.
His answer was the whistle of the descending whip.
The plaited leather collided with the shrinking, bare skin of her ass with a noise like a gunshot. Ari's body snapped upwards, bending in the middle like a bow at the excrutiating impact. "Aaaaaaiiiii-YYYYYYEAAAAHHHHHH!" she shrieked.
Frank had a glimpse of a thin red line snaking across the woman's shapely rump. Then she rolled over, instinctively protecting her wounded ass. She gazed up at him with a haunted expression. Her breasts rose and fell to the ragged tempo of her breathing.
Her husband pursed his lips. Shaking his head, he lifted his hand and struck again. "NOOOOOOO!" Ari cried in terror.
The tip of the whip snapped at the tip of her right jug. The nipple exploded in scarlet agony. "EEEEEEEEYUUUUUNNNNNNNN!" Ari wailed. Her body bounced into the air.
She fell on her side. The flimsy cloth of her nightie was torn open. Her tortured boob stuck out Its whole tip was enflamed and red. The nipple stood out like a sore finger, throbbing with pain in time to her stuttering pulse.
Frank swung the whip underhand, with a wicked snap. This time the lash stung right between Ari's asscheeks-right on the taut pucker of her asshole!
"GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Ari fell off the bed. Her head banged against the wall. She slumped, sitting on the massive hurt in her butt, dazed. Her stomach was turning over. She felt as if she were going to be sick.
At once Frank was hauling her up by the arm. The action jerked her tied up arms painfully. "Ow!" she exclaimed.
He threw her onto her back on the bed. "Now I'll give you something to cry about, bitch!" he snarled. The whip rose, came down fast.
It landed flat, drawing a fiery line of agony from the cushioned mound of her cunt, across her belly, and over her left boob. The lash missed the nipple, but the soft flesh felt as if it had been cut open.
Sobbing, Ari threw herself onto her belly. Her ass already felt flayed from the two blows it had received, but she was afraid he'd cut her tender jugs to ribbons. He immediately laid into her upturned ass, with such fury it seemed he planned to shred the skin from it instead.
Grunting with effort, Frank rained whipstrokes on Ari's naked, vulnerable ass. She bounced and kicked as though the bed were a burning-hot skillet. But all her insane thrashings seemed to do was add energy to the beating her husband was giving her. It was as though her struggles were fueling his desire to hurt her.
And that was what was happening. His cock stuck out from his cock like the bowsprit of a ship, shining purple and seemingly ready to burst. The head of his prick, gleaming in the light of the single lamp, pulsed visibly with his pulse.
It seemed to him that the sight of his mostly-naked wife writhing helplessly, the snowy perfection of her butt slowly turned into a glowing filigree of angry red welts, was the most fantastic turn-on he'd ever known. And the sight of her arms strapped behind her made it all the more erotic, somehow. The whine of the whip, the solid feeling when he laid it on her cringing agonized flesh, the sharp and authoritative crack! when he snapped it on her rump, they were almost as delightful as having his cock plunged into her mouth or slimy cunt.
Almost but not quite! The thought of having the woman's soft flesh enfolding his rigid cock brought back to him just how horny he was. Whipping his sobbing, shrieking, pleading bride of a few hours was fantastic, but if he kept it up much longer he'd come off then and there, spraying his jism over the rumpled bedspread and her abused ass. And that would be a terrible waste!
Ari lay on her belly with her legs bent at the knees, kicking at the air as lash after agonizing lash ripped her rump. The tops of her thighs were crisscrossed with stripes and pain from poorly-aimed blows, but it was her ass that was teaching her what pain really was. If someone had poured gasoline all over her bare ass and set it on fire, she didn't think it could hurt worse than it did!
Then the whipping stopped. The waiting for the next awful blow to fall was almost as bad as the blow itself would be. Then the respite stretched out until Ari knew it was over. Relief washed over her, almost blotting out the white pounding ache in her ass and tits and belly.
The whip left her husband's fingers and slithered to the floor. The next thing she knew Ari was being gripped by the waist and pulled to the edge of the bed. Her legs came off into empty space. She bent at the waist. Her knees thumped the floor.
"Wh-what are you going to do now?" she asked. Her voice was breathless and her words were punctuated by gasps as she drank cooling air into her lungs.
Frank didn't answer. He laid his palms on her curved buttocks. The salt on them sent knives of pain stabbing into the tortured flesh. "Oh!" Ari yelped.
Then she felt something like hard rubber probing at the downward-gaping mouth of her cunt. With the expertise of long practice, Frank maneuvered his massive prick until its head was between the loose lips of his wife's pussy. Then he slid it up her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" The exclamation forced from Ari's lips was one of pleasure, not pain. The feeling of that huge cock, stretching the membranes of her cunt-tunnel to their fullest extent, the friction of the log-like prick sliding crushingly over her clit-these were a delight too intense to permit pain to dwell in her body.
Instantly the bound woman was totally horny. Her nipples thrummed with pleasure. The lingering torment from the whip-kiss to her right nipple now seemed only to be an extra edge to the delight that swelled her jugs and made the cherry-like nipple tingle. Deep in her belly a fire raged, and it could only be put out by having Frank cram that giant cock into her slobbering pussy again and again!
Frank fucked his big prick in and out of his wife's cunt, long, slow, maddening strokes. Pussy juices welled out along the upper side of his cock and percolated down till his prick was surrounded by clinging, hot wetness every time it slid balls-deep into Ari's cunt. "Nice," he said. He suddenly pounded his prick into her cunt so hard they both cried out.
For a long moment he left it there, feeling Ari clutch at it with the educated muscles of her pussy? Then he drew it out with such deliberation that both of them were gnashing their teeth with frustration by the time the whole cock shaft was withdrawn, leaving only the head held by the dripping lips of Ari's pussy.
Frank studied the tremendous length of cock. From the curly base of the prick to the place where it joined his cockhead and disappeared into the dark cauldron of Ari's pussy it was coated with a glimmering, pungent coat of slick cunt juice. "Oh, fuck it up me, Frank," Ari moaned. "Fuck that great big cock right up my pussy!" . Frank smiled to himself. "Your wish is my desire, darling," he said. Ari quivered with delighted anticipation. The pain, the fear-the rage she'd felt, when her husband had so brutally tied and beat her-these were all forgotten. All that mattered now was her need for him to fuck her till she couldn't take it any more!
The swollen cockhead popped from Ari's cunt. The pussy gaped, drooling cunt sauce down the backs of her legs. "Hurry," she moaned. "Fuck it back up me, quick!"
She felt his thumbs slide down the insides of her buttocks. Their tips pressed to either side of her asshole. Then they began to draw apart.
Fresh pain burst out in her butt from the touch of Frank's hands on the welted flesh. Then Ari realized what he was doing.
He was going ahead with his intention to buttfuck her!
"No, Frank!" she cried with sudden fear. "No, no, it was all right, don't spoil it! I can't take it! I can't have that big cock up my ass! I couldn't survive!"
Frank didn't say anything. He raised the head of his prick till it was socketed into the cup-like opening of her yawning asshole. Then, clench her muscles as she might, she wasn't able to force it out. Nor was she able to prevent it from starting to creep slowly inward!
At first it wasn't so bad. There was only a sensation of unnatural stretching as Frank's prickhead wedged her poopchute open to its own unbelievable thickness. But then it began to enter Ari's asshole. And that was when the rasping started.
The man's steely prick was liberally greased with the slippery sauces of Ari's cunt. But her asshole was never meant to take in anything like that gigantic prick. When the whole of the balloon-like cockhead was buried in her butthole, it felt to Ari as if her asscheeks would pop apart. But it was the friction that was killing her!
Inch by fraction of an inch the prick entered her reluctant butt. Ari's every muscle was tied into knots to try to keep the invader out, and she was fit from habitual vigorous exercise. But it was no good. Frank's fingers clawed deeply into her violated ass, and his cock forged ever deeper up her butthole.
Frank's cock felt like a telephone pole-an old one, dry and splintery from the weather. Ari thought for sure the delicate membranes within her rectum were being torn by the relentless invasion of the prick. A billion pins poked ceasely into every inch of her poopchute that was occupied by the enormous cock.
And still it kept on! Ari was writhing and moaning constantly now: "No, no, no, stop, pleeeeeease stop!" But her pleading seemed only to make Frank drive his prick up her ass with more determination. And her struggles, feeble as they were as pain drove the strength from her, only added to the delight his anally-entrapped cock was experiencing!
Then her asshole was stretched, impossibly, even further. There was a wrench of agony that made her toss her head and groan. Then Ari became aware her abraded buttocks were being tickled by something. It was the stiff hairs at the base of Frank's prick. At long, horrible last his prick was all the way up her ass.
Ari sighed. Frank cried out-it had sent tremors of joy shooting up his prick. Now there was no longer the agony of that unceasing invasion. But Ari felt the grinding pain of the fat cock pressing outwards against the raw walls of her ass channel. And the sensation of being overfilled, of being about ready to explode from having the cock driven up her asshole, was actually worse than the pain.
Then Frank pulled back on his prick. It began to slide out of Ari's ass. She bit her lip. The flared head of his prick acted like a barb, seeming to tear at the smarting membranes of her poopchute!
Involuntarily, she clenched her muscles again. The pain was magnified until her vision clouded over. In spite of herself her ass was clinging to Frank's cock with a nearly unbreakable deathgrip!
Himself practically sobbing with pleasure, Frank tried to bring his cock out of his wife's asshole. He couldn't! It felt as though his magnificent cock was being crushed in a hydraulic press-one heated with live steam. He braced his hands against the reddened cheeks of Ari's rump. Muscles stood out on his bare arms as he pushed with all his might. "Aiiiii!" Ari cried. His cock was starting to slide out, and the abrasive pain added to the sting of his sweaty flesh on her whipped butt. Stinging salty tears filled her eyes. The belt cut cruelly into her bound arms. She wished for death to free her from the pain-and the nightmare horror of it! Her own husband, whom she loved with all her heart, tying her, whipping her, and then raping her ass with his great big cock! It was hideous.
If the entry of Frank's cock had been bad, then exit from her pain-wracked asshole was damnation. The ass passage was already scraped by the cock going in-now it seemed a hundred times more sensitive to the rasping pressure of the blood-engorged prick!
Sweat was dripping into Frank's eyes. His guts knotted up with the pleasure he felt from having his cock strangled by Ari's asshole. What tightness! It was better even than her pussy, and that was going some. He knew he was about to come off, but he was determined to draw this out, to relish every second of forcibly fucking his wife's ass.
Then all of the pole-like shaft of his cock was out in the open air, radiating heat like a bar of iron fresh out of a furnace. Like a wire noose, the powerful sphincter muscle of Ari's ass garroted Frank's cock, right at the juncture of cockhead and cock-stalk.
"Jesus Christ!" he grunted, and filled her ass with one huge pulse of jism.
"YAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEE-EEEYYYYYYAAAAAH!" Ari screeched. Her husband's come was like acid on the sandpapered insides of her asshole. She started to jerk around as though she weje on fire.
Her cries and thrashing nearly made Frank black out. Though he'd just blown wads of jism down his wife's throat, his prick gushed what seemed gallons of hot, stinging come up her twisting ass passage. He was getting a mat burn from his knees rubbing on the carpet, so fiercely was she struggling. But it was sooooo good!
After a horrid eternity-or a delicious eternity, to Frank-Ari felt the pumping of the thick prick die away. Sperm overflowed her cockfilled asshole and dribbled down her thighs.
"Incredible," Frank breathed, as he felt his prick go limp within her butthole. "But that wasn't much-wait till you get a real assfucking!"
Grimly, the humiliated and tortured woman told herself there would be no next time. She knew what had to be done. And she was desperate enough to do it!