Chapter 1
"Oh, Dennis, YOUR COCK, your cock is so big and hard!"
His meat was a rigid, throbbing pale of hot flesh in her hand. Joanna had been Mrs. Dennis Horton for three hours, and for most, of that time one thought, one desire had been running through her mind: fucking.
Now they were alone in the motel and he seemed almost reluctant to take her. "I want you, darling," she moaned, squeezing the naked hugeness of his dick harder in her small hand. "I want this buried deep inside me. What's the matter?"
"I... uh, nothing. I'm just shocked, that's all," Dennis replied. "I didn't think you'd be so, so..."
"Wanton?" she giggled. But inside, her belly did little flip-flops. Her friends and her family had all told her that she was making a mistake marrying a man over twice her age. They had also warned her that, at eighteen, she would miss the best years of her single life.
But then her friends didn't have to live with a drunken father and a shrewish whore for a step-mother. Joanna, by the time of her eighteenth birthday, would have done anything to escape home.
So when Dennis Horton came along and offered her the two things she so desperately wanted, sex and security, she grabbed it.
"Take me, Dennis, take me and fuck me!"
Moving closer, he put his hand behind her neck, digging his fingers deep into her flesh. It made her flinch, but at the same time a hot new feeling began creeping into her pussy. Her eyes swept from his handsome face down his smoothly muscled torso and continued down to his crotch.
She thought of how often she had caught herself staring at guy's hardening bulges behind their pants, trying to get a mental picture of what their cocks looked like. Funny she should think of that now.
He used both hands to pull her lips towards his mouth. His fingers closed around her tits behind the folds of her blouse, fondling them. Then he pulled away and deftly unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor. "Let's get on the bed," he croaked.
With one motion he swept her from the floor and deposited her on the bed. She could see his long, hotly inflamed tool bobbing above her body as he leaned over her.
"Oh, Dennis, I love you, I love you. Do you love me?"
"Yeah, yeah," he groaned. "You wanted to do it, let's get with it!"
Roughly, he tugged at her sweater, her blouse, and her bra until she was naked from the waist up. She expected him to pause and drink in the perfection of her huge, rose-tipped tits, but instead he went for her skirt.
"My tits, darling," she cried, "Please, play with my tits a little!"
She ached to feel his hard cock pushing into her virginal pussy. She had never been so hot, and a little moan escaped her lips as she felt his warm mouth against her tits. It felt so good.
She began to rub his cock with her hand, jacking the throbbing flesh up and down, up and down.
"Ohhh, yeah, Joanna, yeah," he moaned. "Ohhh, that's good! Rub it! Rub that cock!"
She could feel the blood pounding inside his meat. She rubbed it slowly from the tip of his cockhead all the way down the shaft right to his swollen balls. Her pussy was on fire with the need to feel this pulsing shaft of meat deep inside it. She started to jack his cock so hard he had to put his hand on hers to get hex to stop.
"You'll make me come, baby," he said. "I don't wanna come like that. I wanna come inside this," he panted as he patted her pussy.
He jerked her skirt and panties off and roughly splayed her legs. Impatiently, he began jabbing at her soft cuntal lips.
"Oh, oh, Dennis, easy, darling. Do it easy."
"Godamnit, you wanted to fuck. Well, let's fuck!"
Jesus, she thought, what kind of a wedding night was this? Where was the warmth, the love, the tenderness?
He noticed her tense up. "Hey, honey," he said, "I ain't gonna hurt you. Just relax. It's gonna feel all right!"
Joanna tried to relax, but she let go of his cock and just lay back, feeling completely helpless. He climbed clumsily on top of her. He was heavy, and she could feel all that weight pressing down on her.
His balls were resting against her pussy and his long, hard cock was rubbing against her belly. She could feel his cockmeat sliding along her slit. Then he was sliding downward along her body until the tip of his dick was resting at the entrance to her cunt.
He jabbed it savagely against her tender cuntal lips.
"Please, easy... please, be gentle!"
"You can't be gentle and get a good fuck," he rasped.
The huge head of his meat slipped between her lower lips and the shaft followed, ripping her tender cunt in its path. "Oh, God, it hurts!"
"Take it, dammit. Take my cock, you cunt!" He pulled his big dick out a little, and then quickly jabbed the massive hunk of meat into her slit, ramming right through her screams.
"Take it out!" she yelled. "Ohhhhhh, take your cock out! Please! Take it out!"
He reached beneath her and savagely clawed at the cheeks of her ass, raising her cunt for his lunge. Then, with a single stroke, he shoved deep inside her.
Her desire shattered as he ground his way between her closed, inexperienced cunt. She clawed his back, her fingernails leaving red streaks on his flesh. His mouth closed around her nipples, pulling them into his mouth and his tongue working in circled patterns around the creamy white flesh.
He held her firmly by the ass like a little doll as he moved in and out of her aching pussy. Joanna wanted to cry... didn't he care about her at all? Didn't she exist for him? And then suddenly he withered as his cum left his cock.
He flopped to her side and raised his limp dick into the air, free from her broken pussy. "Sorry. Didn't mean to come so quick. Let me rest a minute, and I'll help you make it," he said, sitting up to light a cigarette. "The first time's a bummer because of the pain. It gets better... promise."
Christ, she thought, he hadn't even tried to give her an orgasm. And now her body really was hot. The pain had diminished and been replaced by searing bolts of white hot lust that knifed achingly through her cunt.
"More, Dennis... God, give it back to me! Make me come on it!"
"You'll have to suck it a little if you want it hard again right away."
"Yes, yes, I'll suck it! Give it to me! Hurry!"
On his knees, he thrust his limp cock toward her lips. "Take it... take it in your mouth and suck on it. That's what I really like!"
The young bride stuffed the soft flesh into her face and began to suck with a bobbing motion of her head.
Just touching him started her insides churning. Her pussy got even hotter and wetter, and the rosy nipples on her tits stood up, hard and eager. Her mind began to reel, conjuring up visions of his huge cock slipping back up into her love hole.
"Like that, don't ya, bitch?" he rasped, his voice now hard.
"Yes," she murmured softly.
"Then love it," he said, shoving himself into her face. "Show me how you love it!"
Is this how all husbands treat their wives? Joanna thought, or is it just because he's so much older and perhaps unsure of himself.
His cock started to firm up in her mouth. She sucked harder, working on the spongy head with her tongue.
"Dennis, darling, please fuck me now."
"Soon, baby. I want you to really worship this cock of mine. And the only way you can do that is to want it bad... real bad. I want to see your mouth water for the taste. I want to see your cunt lips work for the feel of it!"
"But haven't I convinced you that I really want it? What do I have to do?"
"Become my slave!" he spat, turning his head to look her square in the eyes.
"Your slave?"
"Yes, my slave."
"But what does a slave do to prove she wants cock?"
"You have to lick my balls and, better yet, get your tongue down in there, in my asshole."
She did everything he wanted.
She wanted to please this man. She wanted to win him. And to do so, she realized she would have to play by his rules. It was only that it was such a new role, such a new experience.
Her lips touched the skin of his balls, gently, lovingly. Her tongue crept from between her lips, hesitantly. Contact was made. His asshole moved. It twitched.
Confidently now, her tongue came full out of her mouth and she ran it the length of his ass. The taste and the smell of his masculine odors aroused her.
"Oh, Dennis, Dennis, fuck me. Please, fuck me!"
"When you're ready for it," he growled. "When you're ready for it."
"But I am ready," she whimpered, continuing to lick his ass. "I'm ready for you, hungry for your big dick in my pussy!"
She was crying and begging now. He studied her and nodded at last. "Yeah. Yeah, I think you are."
"Oh, yes, I want your cock! I want it in me! I want to feel it stretch me, stab me, poke me, anything! Only, please, fuck me... now!"
"Okay, baby, old Dennis will really plug your hole for you now. You finally got me turned on!"
"Oh, God, yes, slam your prick to me," Joanna gasped, spreading her legs and rolling onto her back so he could see the clear ooze seeping hotly from her gaping cunt lips.
He stood over her, stroking his cock, looking down at her pussy. The lips were pulled back, offering themselves and their heat to him. He came down on her slowly, aiming his giant cock directly for her cunt. He found the slit easily, and slid his prick into her wetness.
"Oh, YESSSSS! OH, GOD, it's so good! Cock me! Fill my cunt with cock!"
His hot dick scraped against the walls of her heated cunt. It felt like a steel poker with rough edges. Deeper and deeper it slipped. Joanna could feel the lips being stretched by the broadness of his meat. His cock fit into her hole snugly, tightly, sensually.
When he lowered his full weight on top of her, his coarse chest hairs rubbed harshly against her sensitive tits. It gave an added harshness to the delightful way his painful cock was ripping at her tender cunt.
She loved it. So much so that she could forget his humiliation of her. As long as he could fuck her like this, turn on her boiling cunt the way he was now with his driving, plunging cock, Joanna could take anything from this strange man who was her new husband.
Her hands went to his back, pulling his body and cock into her. His broad chest flattened her huge tits. She lowered her hands on his back, down over the fullness of his hairy buttocks. She cupped them, her fingers spread wide, and pushed her crotch up into him.
She maintained a steady rhythm, pushing her cunt up to him, sinking his cock to the hilt, but not withdrawing it... only relieving the pressure.
Then she started swiveling her hips, making circles with her pussy. She could feel his cock responding. It was circling inside of her, the base held firm by her swollen pussy lips, and the head and shaft swinging in a larger arc.
It pushed and scraped against the walls of her cunt, prodding its way home. Suddenly, he raised his body, holding it straight, bracing it on his extended arms.
"Hold that cunt still, baby," he said. "You're gonna get all of it!"
And then he began taking long strokes into her, lowering his entire body until he was lying on her. Then, straightening his arms, he lifted his whole body from her.
His eyes were on his cock. He was watching it appear and disappear as it slipped in and out of her waiting cunt. The feelings were exciting. She couldn't hold herself still. She had to move, had to have him. Quickly. Completely.
"OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME!" she moaned. "God, look at my cock. Oh, Jesus," he groaned, and renewed the power in his lunges.
But she didn't hear him. She was lost now in the joy of his meat in hers. "Oh, give it to... give me that beautiful cock of yours. Fuck it into me. Fuck me!"
Her hips were gyrating obscenely. Her heels were dug into the soft bed. She was bucking up to meet his every thrust, greedily, hungrily.
"Oh, yeah," he growled. "Oh, yeah. That pussy is hot, hot and tight, like a cherry pussy oughtta be. It ain't been had. But it's gonna get it now! It's gonna get fucked now! Just like you want it, hard and deep!"
"Yes! Oh, God, make me COME. Make my pussy EXPLODE!"
She was lunging up against him, furiously slapping her groin against his. She could hear the moist slapping sounds of flesh on flesh as they came into contact. She raised her head and looked at him. He was staring fascinated at his cock, little dribbles of saliva clinging to the corners of his mouth.
She looked down and saw what he saw. His glistening shaft was slamming into her like a well-lubricated piston... in and out, in and out.
She slid lower on the bed, changing the direction of his cock, forcing it to push more directly downward into her. As she did, it began to rub against her clit.
"Oh, that's it, darling!" she rasped. "Fuck it into me! Tear me apart, plow my pussy with that tool!"
"I am, baby," he said. "It's so good I don't want to come, ever. I want to spend the rest of the night here plugging you. Right up your cunt. Right up that beautiful, wet, hungry, cherry cunt of yours."
She was clinging to his every word, wallowing in the sensuality of the sex he was radiating. His body was glistening with his effort. It shone and reflected the light like a polished stone.
His cock was hard as a rock, his muscles tensed, his whole body on her, mighty, forceful, overpowering, manly. She could feel the cum start to vibrate in her pussy.
Then, suddenly, she was coming. The juice or orgasm gushed from her cunt to flood the root of his cock and his balls. It seeped downward, tickling the crack of her ass and making a wet puddle under her on the bed.
"Oh, baby, oh shit, oh shit! I can't hold it any more... I'm gonna come!"
Joanna flew into a sexual rage. Her body began contorting wildly. Her legs flew into the air and lacked around him. Her cunt sucked hungrily on his torrid tool.
"COME, YES, COME! I want to feel your hot juice shoot into me!"
Her nails dug into his back. She bit his ear. She clung to him like a leech, draining not his blood, but his cum. Then there was a throb. Then another one.
"Oh, shit. Now... now... here it is! Oh, shit! Take it, baby!"
His hips arched into her, stabbing almost painfully, lodging deep in her cunt. And then she felt it. Liquid fire. Draining into her, running down her cunt, seeping out the limp lips of her pussy. Burning, searing, scorching... his jism pumped and pumped deep into her churning belly.
They lay there a long time, panting, gasping for air. His cock did not soften. It remained rock-hard.
They rolled off the bed onto the soft carpet, their bodies still locked together. He kissed her lips and sucked her tits, continuing to stroke his cock into her, gently, caressingly, lovingly.
"Oh, please," she begged, "fuck me again. Give it to me again. I want it. I want that cock of yours!"
"Oh, baby, if only I could. You don't know what you did to me, you just don't know."
"But I want it... I need it!" she almost cried.
"But you're too much for me... too much. I can usually make it whenever I want. But you're too much."
"Please, oh, please, fuck it!"
"I can't!" he insisted. "That cunt is too much for one cock. Too much for this cock."
And then he was free of her. His cock slipped from her cunt and sounded like a cork from a wine bottle. There was a loud, slushing, popping sound and then he was gone, leaving her cunt empty.
"And from now on," he said, a sudden scorching anger in his voice, "we fuck when and where and as often as I say so."