Chapter 1
Marilee Owens was standing alone at the edge of the crowd, flexing her cunt-muscles as she slowly paced back and forth on the observation deck. Her big blue eyes eagerly searched the sea of faces descending the ramp of the 747, and her pussy ached longingly.
The young blonde's beautiful face was flushed with excitement, as she checked her outfit once more to make sure she looked sexy and desirable for her new husband. Yes, she thought somewhat vainly, her egg-shell blue sweater was clinging tightly to her huge young tits, and her fashionably matching midi-skirt was plastered like a second skin to her sensuously curved hips and asscheeks. She smiled to herself as she remembered her new husband's weakness for anything female. Marilee always dressed to please him, even to the point of taking him with her when she went shopping for new clothes.
Marilee glanced toward the airplane again, but she still couldn't see her husband. Her thoughts turned to how happy she was to have John home after two long weeks, even though she always dreaded the first few days after his return from his assignments because of his outlandish sexual urges which made him rough with her, almost bestial. The young blonde was lonely when he was gone for such a long time, but she certainly didn't miss fucking. She could do without the nastiness and embarrassment of sex, but she did love her new husband and needed his love and protection and companionship in return. This was his second assignment since they'd been married only a little over a month. Their honeymoon had been a nightmare, and each time John came home it was the same old nightmare all over again. She wondered if any of the other wives whose husbands were investigative reporters had the same problem or if she was alone in her misery.
The innocent bride was reluctant to associate with the other reporters' wives because she had heard that they sometimes had other men fucking them when their husbands were on assignments. She had even heard that there were wild orgies among them, and that Perry Ellsworth, her husband's boss and editor of the New York Globe, had instigated the idea. She was sure these were just rumors because only a woman with perverted sexual desires would have sex with anyone other than her husband!
Marilee knew how men were ... always lusting after pussy, always trying to prove how virile they were. But it was pretty easy to ignore them, even Perry Ellsworth, who, every time he saw her, made lewd suggestive comments to her like "Ummmmmmmmm ... sure do love them tits," or "If I were a few years younger, you'd be in trouble!" She disliked his leering smiles and insinuations and she meant to keep refusing the invitations to his parties, even though they probably weren't wild orgies at all.
Then, suddenly, Marilee's attention was drawn back to the large aircraft as she heard the familiar voice of her husband. Young John Owens was waving to her from a sea of faces and yelling something that sounded like, "I love you, honey."
Marilee smiled and waved enthusiastically back to him, and her heart filled with pride for this good looking man who was her new husband. He was tall, and proud, smart as a whip, body slim and muscular, his skin was tanned from his last assignment in the bush in Australia, living and working with the Aboriginies. His dark curly hair framed a rugged masculine face which always had a pleasant smile, and he was friendly, glib and obliging, Marilee thought-except in the bedroom!
John was in his late twenties but had a look of real maturity about him. With a sudden catch in her throat, the young bride thought how lucky she was to have such a handsome husband and to know that he loved her. If she could only respond to his fucking, then her life would be a dream come true.
Standing in line for customs inspection, John Owen's smile turned to a frown as he thought unhappily, Damn it to hell! Stuck with a lousy two-bit follow-up story the first day back! Marilee isn't going to like that when I tell her. It's always the same, always me who gets it up the ass! I wish the old fart liked me as much as he does that prick, Rory Selwyn. Maybe then I'd get a couple of favors too. And Jesus, if Marilee was only more like Selwyn's chick, Tessa Hayward, and was nicer to Ellsworth, it'd make all the difference in my assignments. I might even get as many by-lines as Selwyn, who's getting all the credit for this last assignment.
As John Owens continued to stare down at the floor in perplexed thought. "Oh, well, I guess the first day doesn't matter anyway. Marilee would only give me a bad time about fucking that pussy of hers, then I'd have to force her, and there we go again, another honeymoon fiasco. But shit, she looks so good I'd like to grab her and fuck her right in the middle of Kennedy International ... wouldn't that be a kick! How can a chick so sexy be so goddamned cold in bed? If I didn't love her so much, I think I'd just get the hell out and find a real horny bitch."
John, waved on by the customs officer after answering a few routine questions, headed down the gangway to give Marilee the bad news. Once close to her, he grabbed her and pressed her lush young body tight to his. She smelled so good, must be the perfume he had given her, Babe, and they kissed eagerly and clung together like any other young newlyweds who had been separated for two weeks.
"Oh, wow, darling, it's good to see you!" He lowered his voice and said, "My prick's so hard, I'm about to cream in my pants!"
Marilee blushed, lowered her own voice, and looked around. "John, please! Someone will hear you." She looked up into his handsome face, then relented and grinned. "I'm glad you're back!"
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he said, "I have some bad news, darling. My first day back and I get a two-bit assignment. What shitty luck! But you can still go to Ellsworth's party at the paper tonight."
Marilee's beautiful face fell, then she smiled up at him, "That sounds like fun. I'd love to go." But deep down inside she was thinking with relief that she now had a reprieve from the fucking she would no doubt receive from John that night.
"How did the story turn out, honey?" she asked.
"I think it's great. It's supposed to run in a week-long series, if Perry Ellsworth approved it, on page two. It'll be a big break for me." Bullshit, he thought. More like another break for Selwyn.
"What's the one you gotta do tonight?"
"Some old gal in Queens is celebrating her hundredth birthday. It's a human-relations story, and'll be put in the people's section. Christ, I'm tired of doing that shit!" he exclaimed wearily.
"That's just not fair, darling, why you've had a long trip! Couldn't they have put someone else on it?"
"That's what I think, but Ellsworth is a tough old bastard. Trying to work me into the ground!"
"Poor honey," the pretty young bride sympathized.
"I couldn't agree with you more. However, let's get to the paper and have a little fun before I have to be in Queens. You can take a cab home after the little get-together."
Arriving at the New York Globe office, the young reporter took Marilee into the large building where he immediately went into an office and introduced her to a good drinking buddy of his, Herb Lewis. Lewis was about forty years old, pot bellied, and tough looking. After spending the better part of his life as a journalist, working his way up from the mailroom to his own column and having gone through four wives, was very knowledgeable in the ways of young recently-married couples. After his fourth divorce ten years ago, he decided never to marry again, preferring to fuck many different broads than the same old one every night. He grinned now as he met the young and curvaceous Marilee Owens and thought how lucky John was to have such a ripe young cunt waiting at home for him. Christ! She looked like a hot little piece. She sure must give him one hell of a ride in bed!
"It's nice to meet you, Marilee," he said, fighting a leer. "Bet you're glad to have your new husband home."
"Oh, I am, Herb," Marilee started to answer when she was interrupted by her husband.
"Look, Herb, I'd like to talk more, but I think I'll show her around. I haven't had much of a visit with my new bride for awhile. It's been a long time," John said with a wink, meant for his buddy.
The veteran reporter grinned knowingly and winked in return. "You go right ahead, Johnny old boy. Show her around the Globe."
John and Marilee were halfway down a hallway before Herb finished speaking. The horny young reporter was in a hurry to get away from the leering eyes of the older man and get his luscious young wife alone. He could feel his painfully throbbing cock beginning to swell again, and he knew it wouldn't take more than a minute or two in Marilee's tight little pussy before his cum-laden balls exploded in a white-hot torrent.
His young bride was following him almost reluctantly as he unceremoniously pulled her along the corridor toward the office he shared with Rory Selwyn. Marilee was beginning to be worried. She had been in building less than five minutes, and already things were getting out of control. They would be all alone in his office, and no one would interrupt them. She was afraid of her new husband's lust, but then she decided he wouldn't start anything in his office when people could walk in and out ... but she was very wrong, indeed.
John Owens opened the door and, without taking his eyes from his beautiful blonde wife's face, put his arm lovingly around her and pulled her into the room. As soon as the door closed behind him he locked it, took the key out, and put it on his desk ... wanting her to know they were safe from being interrupted.
"God, how I've missed you," the young groom said as he crushed her suddenly trembling body to his. And then his mouth was on hers, his tongue lashing in and out of her open mouth. His passion rose within him and his prick was jerking anxiously in his pants as he captured her in his arms. Almost vicious in his long-pent sexual hunger, his hands dropped at once down to her smoothly rounded asscheeks to pull her lush young body in closer to him.
"Let's lie down on the floor, honey, and fuck," he said huskily into her mouth, while his hands moved up from her buttocks to caress her ripely straining titties.
Suddenly, she was struggling, trying to pull away from his passionate embrace. "John! Oh John, not here! This isn't the place to ... to fuck me! Someone might need to come in here! Can't you wait until we can go home?" Marilee muttered, a touch of indignation in her voice.
"No, I can't ... I want to fuck right here! That's all I want. Come on!" he rasped as he grabbed her hand and tried to yank her over to the floor by his cluttered desk.
A terrified Marilee resisted, pulling back from him. "Not now, honey ... let's wait...." she persisted. "Please, John!"
Oh shit, he thought, it's happening again. Instead of showing his displeasure, though, the young reporter decided he would loosen her up a little first. John went over to his desk drawer where he kept a flask and took it out. He got two paper cups and began pouring whisky into them. Maybe with a couple drinks in her she'll get hot. Even so, he was about to go out of his mind with desire as he casually handed his apprehensive young bride a cup and took one for himself.
Marilee disliked whiskey and any other form of alcohol, but because John drank, she would sometimes have a drink with him. She made a point, however, of never having more than one, at the most!
"Now, doesn't that make you feel better?" he said, watching her with a purpose as she nervously sipped from the paper cup.
"Yes, dear," she replied coolly.
John pulled her over to the desk and they both sat down. He couldn't wait any longer. It was no use to try and convince her how desperately he needed to fuck her. He took her in his arms, slowly bent forward and touched his lips to hers. John continued to kiss her gently, but there was nothing gentle or soft about the throbbing ache in his cum-bloated balls, or the rising blood that pounded into his long hard prick and caused hot tingling sensations to race like lightning across its swelling cock-head.
Slowly but surely, the young reporter's kisses became more passionate. When his tongue sought her mouth, she opened readily to receive him. Perhaps, just perhaps, she needed his cock a little bit too, he thought hopefully. The soft strands of her long gold hair tickled his ears, succeeding only in intensifying the already unbearable ache in his dick. Without removing his lips from hers, he took the paper cup from her listless fingers and put it on the desk. She moved her hand to his head and tremulously slid her fingers through his thick black curls. Encouraged, John began to stroke the satin-smooth skin of her shoulders and upper arms. Then, moving his hand down to the fullness of her ripe firm tittie, he reached from the bottom of her tight-fitting sweater and started to lift it up.
"John, no, you mustn't do that," Marilee said as she jerked away from him to stand trembling in uncertainty and fear. "Not here!"
Suddenly, a black anger enveloped the young husband, and he reached for his new bride's hand and pulled her roughly downward onto the floor. He held her desperately straining body pinioned to the cold linoleum and forced his tongue between her full sensuous lips. At the same time, he began to knead her hugely trembling titties.
"Ooooohhhhh! No! Nooooooo! John, no ... please not like this. Oh God, no! You're hurting me," his startled young wife cried out in shock and fear.
"I'm going to strip you naked and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," her aroused young man growled as he began pulling the tight sweater up over her head.
Marilee tried to fight him off, but soon ceased her resistance, realizing that it was no use. He had gone wild and nothing would stop him now. Oh, why does it always have to be like this. I have to get the same terrible fucking every time he comes back. I can't believe it! John, oh John! I love you but please ... please, John ... don't fuck me here in your office.
Marilee's clothes off now, she lay nakedly helpless and cowering on the floor as her husband hurried out of his clothes and tossed them aside. He came toward her, his huge rigid cock standing erect like a monstrous club ready to swing. The very sight of his huge, lust-swollen prick had always repulsed and frightened Marilee, and this time was no different. She closed her eyes, afraid, readying herself for the agony and embarrassment that was surely to come any moment now.
With a loud groan, Owens fell on top of his nakedly cringing bride, clamping her to the floor with one strong muscular arm while the other hand moved ravenously over her soft young flesh, hotly squeezing and kneading at her voluptuously trembling tits. His fingers pinched and pulled at the tiny pink nipples until they stood out firm and erect, and then his mouth dropped down to greedily feed upon them.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiii ... ooooohhhhh! Oooohhh! John ... oooohhhhh! Don't!" she moaned pleadingly but her words fell on lust-deafened ears as her husband held her helplessly struggling body imprisoned on the floor, his muscular chest weighing down upon her like a ten-ton weight. Marilee's blonde head flailed from side to side and her lovely face twisted into a grimace of fright and pain as she suddenly realized this sex-crazy animal she called her husband was going to rape her no matter how much she pleaded, no matter where they were!
John didn't see his bride's horrified look of disbelief. He was too intent on his own sexual satisfaction. He wanted to fuck this lovely innocent wife of his, now! He was going to fuck her, no way he would pass up this pussy, and he would fuck her to death before he was through. Shit, he would teach her to make him wait after he had already waited for two full weeks in that god-forsaken Australian bush! Never again would he wait for his cold-cunted bitch of a wife, ever!
Refusing to listen to her groaning, incoherent cries, he forced his trim hips in between her long, slim legs, splaying her trembling thighs cruelly apart. The young blonde's squirming asscheeks were secured to the cold bare floor in the office, trapping her in a helpless, spread-eagled position.
"John, please, please ... John! No ... no ... don't do this!" Marilee begged, determined to make one last plea, even though she knew in the back of her mind that her plea for mercy was useless.
But the sex-starved young reporter's only response was to eagerly force her legs even farther apart, displaying the wide open lips of her tight little pussy.
Marilee's soft golden curls of cunthair brushed against his painfully throbbing prickhead, exciting him more so that he began to mutter unintelligible phrases of uncontrollable lust.
"I'm going ... oh, Christ ... I'm going ... to fuck you, ooooohhhh ... fuck ... fuck your cunt until you can't stand up ... oooohhhhh ... and then ... then I'll make you beg for cock, even if it's the last thing I ever do," he muttered hotly into her long tousled hair.
Marilee groaned. "Oooooohhhhhhh ... noooooooooo!" praying that he would slow down and not be so beast-like, but nothing could stop the young reporter now, he had only one thing in mind and that was to satisfy the raging desire that had built up in him over the two weeks of waiting to return to the bed of his new bride.
John spread the blonde's thighs even farther apart with his kees and ground his loins hard into her defensively writhing cunt. Her asscheeks jerked spasmodically, attempting to escape him, as he reached down between their naked bodies to grasp his hugely erect cock. A moment later, he began working the hugely throbbing tip of his prick up and down in her moistly heated cunt slit, the eager red cock-head moving in her narrow cunt hair-lined split until he found the tiny hidden hole up between her legs. Then, with a low growl of hunger and animal lust, he rammed his massive spear of hot cock into her helplessly cringing cunt with all his sexual energy, the full length of its nakedness fucking into her with one long, agonizingly painful plunge.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiii ... aaaiiiiiiiii!" she screamed, as his pussy-stretching hardness ripped through her tightly clenched cuntlips. She wilted before his brutal attack, wailing in agony, her nakedly tormented body thrashing on the floor by his desk, like a hooked fish, her hips jerking back into the hard linoleum in a last, futile attempt to escape, but she was completely impaled on his huge prick.
"Oohhhhhh ... Jesus your pussy's tight," he moaned as he held his rigidly pulsating cock buried deep in the secret recesses of her quivering belly. The warm, wet walls of her ravaged pussy clasped like a velvet glove around the raging length and breadth of his cunt-splitting prick. But he couldn't stop ... he wouldn't stop!
The helplessly struggling young bride wasn't given time to adjust to the thick presence of his giant cock buried to the hilt in her painfully stretched cunt. Marilee thought he would split her apart, that her pussy was already ripped, that she would never be whole again, ever!
"Ugh ... ugh ... ugh!" John moaned and began to fuck, driving brutally in and out of her naked cunt like some lusting, rutting beast, his one and only thought was to shoot his hotly churning load of cock-juice deep up inside her soft little pussy ... where it belonged. After all, she was his wife, and he would fuck her anytime he wanted to from now on!
John's huge, thick cock fucked into her with increasing speed, his body-wrenching strokes plunging wildly into her unwilling pussy and becoming more and more forceful with each in-fuck. He could feel the warm elastic walls of her cunt slipping wetly over the entire sensitive length of his prick as he slammed mindlessly into her upturned little pussy. And, pounding on and on, he came to his long-denied cum swiftly, filling her with his hot white cock-juices that spewed unceasingly from his demanding loins. Groaning out his ecstasy, he moaned, "I'm cccuuuummmmming ... ooooohhhh ... oooohhhhhhhhh ... Jeeeeezus ... my prick's creaming all over your naked puss! Oh fuck, darling it's soooo ... oh Jeeez, after seeing all those naked-tittied native gals ... I've ... oooohhhh, Jeeeez ... been so horny to fuck you ... and now, it's sooooooo gggggoooooood! Ooooooohhhhhhhh ... aaaaaiiiiii ...!"
And then finally, he collapsed, groaning, on top of his nakedly ravished young bride as the last pumping sensations of his cum milked his balls of their hot jism.
Marilee, lying in despair on the floor beneath him, was drained of all emotion and there were no tears left to cry. There was a great emptiness in her heart, a feeling of having been used, fucked and then immediately forgotten. The pretty blonde tried not to think, for she wanted her mind to be as numb as her sexually abused body, but her thoughts were still heavy in her consciousness. She could not believe that the husband, the husband that she loved, could rape her! How could he ... oh, God!
And then, after what seemed like ages, John stirred and rolled over from on top of her, his now useless cock pulling from her cruelly battered pussy with a lewd wet sucking sound. He had partially come to his senses now, realizing how he had hurt and disgusted his lovely, innocent bride.
Then, as if sensing her hatred, John arose shame-faced from the floor and stood above her, his head hung in overwhelming remorse. "I guess you'll be leaving the building now. I don't suppose you'll want to stay for the party after I leave for Queens."
Marilee looked at her husband with hot tears of rage pouring from her eyes. "I want to go home. I have got to, I have to rid myself of the very sight of you ... you ... bastard! God, you're like some wild man!" Her voice rose, neared the edge of hysteria, and she almost shrieked, "I never want to see you again, ever, do you hear me!"
John looked at Marilee, startled and dismayed. "You can't mean that, darling!"
"But I do!" she replied with tears falling more freely. "You hurt my cunt. You just didn't care at all about me, only your filthy cock, you beast!"
"But ... Marilee...."
"Oh, shut up," she screamed. "Just shut your horrible mouth!"
"Okay, then. If that's the way you want it, honey."
"It is ... it is!" she snapped.
Thoroughly pissed-off, John Owens picked up his clothes from the floor, dressed, unlocked the door, slamming it behind him.
Then, and only then, did the young bride give vent to her sorrows, great pitiful sobs wracked her naked, bruised body as she rose from the floor and began to pull on her own outfit. Oh, what am I going to do. I love John ... so much ... oh, I love him and I want to be the kind of wife he wants me to be. If only I enjoyed sex. If only I enjoyed feeling his big hot cock fucking into my naked pussy. He'd love me then ... I just know he would!
A few minutes later, fully dressed and a little contrite at her harsh words, Marilee walked to the door of her husband's office, turned the knob and walked into the hall.
Looking around the fluorescent lit newspaper office, she spotted John talking to a group of men, and walked towards him.
"John! I'll see you when you get back from Queens."
Marilee couldn't hear his reply because of the noise from the party, and knowing she couldn't face him now, she picked up her purse and went out of the office. She continued to walk slowly along the brightly lit corridor of the Globe building, although she felt like running, running as fast as she could to get away from the horror of what had just happened to her. She was afraid, though, that if she ran it would only create curiosity among the other office-workers and they would wonder what had happened to her. As it was, there were lewd, knowing grins from some of the men she passed on her way out of the building.
Downstairs, by the front door, Herb Lewis saw her leaving and smiled to himself. "Sure as hell didn't take Owens long to take care of that hot little pussy. Christ, some guys have all the luck in this life," he thought.
Meanwhile, back in the newspaper office, John knew that Marilee had gone, even before he managed to extricate himself from old Charlie Spring, the sports editor, he had heard her speak to him, but was too ashamed to face her yet. Maybe he would be able to talk to her tonight when he finished his story on the fucking hundred-year-old cunt. At least, it seemed she had partially forgiven him!
Owens couldn't help smiling to himself as he wondered if Mrs. Harriet Davis of Queens, New York still did any fucking. He'd sell his soul if he could get up enough nerve to ask her!
Despite his fatigue and guilt over practically raping his beautiful young bride, the thought of Harriet Davie seemed to warm John inside as he headed out the building with a camera and hailed a taxi in the cool evening air of New York City.