Chapter 3
The light from the. full moon made the surroundings seem almost mystical and enchanting, as if they were separated from the rest of the world by a magic veil of black lace. The moon reflected in the water like a silver pathway, shimmering and dancing as it led to the white colored sands of the dune-like beach. The air was still and sweet smelling, as if captured in the surrounding trees of black grill work. The feel of the place was so pleasant, Vi felt more relaxed than ever before in her life.
Stan had set up the table and chairs so they could eat dinner on the forward deck, and the meal had tasted superb, even though the bulk of it came out of cans. The very peacefulness of the atmosphere had left them with little to say while they ate, and after the main course was over they sat quietly for a long period of time. Then, Vi remembered the dessert of fruit she'd prepared.
"Where are you going, honey?" Stan asked as she stood up from the table.
"I'd almost forgotten about the fruit salad..." She hesitated, expecting him to indicate if he wanted it or not.
"Sit down ... I'll get it... It's too special a night to just eat it alone."
She didn't quite understand what he was talking about, but she was glad for the opportunity to sit and watch the moonlight playing on the water. It was almost hypnotic in its effect, and she was too relaxed to protest. "If you insist," she replied, returning to her chair.
Stan walked into the cabin to the galley, his thoughts going over his plan again. He felt sure he had a prepared answer for any question Vi might put to him, and he was sure that she would be suspicious.
The two bowls of fruit were placed on the front of a shelf in the tightly packed refrigerator, and he took them out before reaching into the back of the lowest shelf for the paper bag enclosed bottle. Taking it out, he removed it from the bag, pleased that the champagne was well chilled and ready to be served. Moving quickly to avoid arousing suspicion, he closed the refrigerator and opened the cabinet next to it. First, he took out two glasses, then reaching up to the highest shelf, he pulled down the bottle of brandy he'd stored there. Pouring a healthy amount of the brandy over- the fruit salad, he checked his handy work, then returned the bottle to the shelf. He put the bowls of fruit on the tray next to the champagne and glasses, then lifting the tray up like a waiter, he walked back out to the forward deck. Vi looked as if she hadn't moved since he'd gone in to get the dessert, and she didn't look at him until he'd set the tray down on the table. Then her eyebrows shot up immediately. "What's this? Have J been left out of some secret?" She was referring to the bottle of champagne, as if she hadn't known that it was on board.
"A surprise ... Do you realize this is the first time since we've been married that we're actually on a vacation? I figured it calls for a celebration!" he answered, trying not to sound like he was making a prepared speech. To avoid looking directly at his wife, he immediately set about opening the chilled bottle.
"What a nice thought, darling," she answered to his complete surprise. She was so relaxed that she didn't really care what reason her husband had for bringing the champagne, and in fact it even sounded like it would taste good in such a pleasant setting. The evening had been too perfect for her to have any suspicions about his motives.
He placed the bowls of fruit laced with brandy at each side of the table, then posing dramatically, pushed the cork in the bottle the remaining distance to pop it open loudly. The cork hit the roof overhead above and bounced back to the deck below, narrowly missing Stan's head. He grinned sheepishly, and it set Vi off laughing, pleased by his slap-stick act. He was sure she was in a good mood then, and he hurriedly poured out the bubbly liquid, filling both glasses to the rim. He put one of the glasses in front of his wife before he sat down across from her.
"What shall we drink to?" she asked, lifting her glass up to him.
"To us! Of course ..." he answered, and he clicked his glass against hers, a broad smile spread across his face.
They became quiet again as they drank the champagne and listened to the sounds coming from the nearby woods. There was also an occasional splashing of fish jumping in the water, and Vi was so intent on spotting one of them that she hardly noticed the added flavor in her fruit salad. It disappeared quickly, and she even spooned up all the juice.
Stan ate and drank slowly, watching his wife intently for signs of complete relaxation, and he was pleased by the speed at which she drank her champagne. He was ready to re-fill her glass the moment it was empty, determined to "kill" the bottle that night. After she had drank a second glass full, she put up her hand to indicate "no" to him, but he refilled it anyway.
"Once it's open, you have to drink ft all... Champagne doesn't stay good for the next day ..." he said, excusing his action. He was surprised again when she shrugged and started drinking the third glass down.
Only a half hour passed before Stan emptied the last drop of the champagne into her glass, and Vi was becoming very animated in her actions. "It's such a beautiful night," she announced, waving her arms out as if to embrace the air. "I just can't believe we're actually here..."
"We should call it Lake Vi. It was you who discovered it..." he replied in a low voice.
She turned and looked at her husband, a pleased smile on her beautiful face. "That's a very nice thing to say, darling." Her words were slightly slurred, but she wasn't aware of it herself. She felt good, better than she had ever felt, and the atmosphere of the place made her only think of the sensations it gave her. It was as if she could feel the air caressing her body, and it was warm and pleasant, like a brief summer rain. She felt as if her mouth was fixed in a smile that she couldn't undo, and it somehow made her happy. "Thank you for being so thoughtful," she added, and she drank down the last of the liquid in her glass.
Stan figured it was time to act, so he stood up from his chair and walked around the table to his wife. "What do you say we get ready for bed?" he announced. He expected her to say something about the dishes, and he was prepared to tell her to forget them for now, but instead, she stood up, then swayed slightly from the effects of the champagne she'd drank. He caught her in his arms to prevent her from falling, and looked down at her face, expecting a look of surprise. Her eyes were half closed, lips slightly parted, and he leaned down to kiss her full on the mouth. He was surprised by her instant response, as her tongue darted into the depths of his mouth. He knew well that she was drunk, but he hadn't expected such arousal from her. He sucked willingly on her tongue, tasting her mouth as he pulled her tightly against his hard young body. He held the kiss for a long moment, feeling his blood stirring wildly and with tremendous force through his hardening penis, and he knew that he might have a chance at getting his wife to loosen up completely for the first time.
Breaking away from the kiss, he slowly turned her away from him so that he could unzip the back of her dress. He half expected some protest, but he was determined to go on no matter what she said. He wanted to undress her completely, and he pulled the dress up over her head.
"Ooohhh! I can't see, darling!" she giggled as the dress caught around her face. He hesitated, not to force it off, and while he had the opportunity, he took a good look at her curvaceous body. He liked to see her almost naked in nothing but flimsy bra and panties, but that evening he was more anxious to see her completely naked. Leaving the dress for her to get off, he instead reached for the back of her bra, and while she slipped the dress up over her head, he let her bra fall away from her magnificently rounded breasts. His heart was pounding wildly, and the sight of her ripe, pink nipples made him want to kiss and taste every inch of her wonderful white body. Just as she threw the dress clear of her head, giggling all the time, he leaned forward and took one exotically straining pink nipple into his open mouth. He immediately sank his teeth into the tiny bud while whipping his tongue across the very tip.
"Oooohhh, Stan! Darling, ouuuuu!""She had been confused by the sensations of the alcohol in her blood when she had first stood up from the table, and his kiss had come so suddenly that she had just given in to it. Somehow she was more aware of everything she felt, and she couldn't find the will power to resist his removing her dress, .even though they were standing outside on the deck. But then, when he took off her bra and began kissing her hardened little nipple, she felt her whole body sensually tremble as great waves of acute pleasures flooded her mind. She thought her legs had just given way beneath her and she was suddenly floating up into her husband's strong arMs. She didn't know whether to resist or give in to the demanding urges she felt, as they were more intense and fierce than she had ever felt before. It was as if her entire warmly stimulated body was being directed by some outside force, and whatever it was, she didn't have the strength to fight it. His hot, pleasure-inciting mouth remained locked to her tingling breast, his lips pulling and sucking the erect swelling nipple deep inside his wet warmth. He was carrying her inside the houseboat, down the narrow aisle toward the bedroom, but the pleasure of his tongue twirling around and around to stroke her sensitively awakened flesh was the only thought that occupied her mind. She was hardly aware of being laid gently on the double bed.
"Ooooooouuuuuu! That's sooooo... nice," she whispered, seductively. She rarely said anything when he made love to her, but the champagne and brandy were causing her to forget her usual inhibitions. She felt different than she usually felt, the ideas of immorality seeming very distant and absurd, and instead of being tense, she could only lay back and thrill in the pleasures streaming rapidly through her sensuously aroused body.
Stan could hardly believe his wife was being so very relaxed, especially considering the way she had just collapsed in his arMs. He didn't understand what was happening to her, and he was almost afraid that he would break the spell that had come over her. He moved very slowly, gently stretching her luscious curves out on the bed without taking his mouth from the warm satiny mound of her breast for even a second. It was more than he had expected, and he was determined to make her happy for responding so well.
Nipping at the erogenous hardened flesh with his teeth, he slowly moved his hand Over her other full rounded breast, and he stroked it fondly, rubbing the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was strained and springy. She moaned softly with each move he made, and gradually he ran his hand teasingly down over her flat, smooth belly, delicately working his fingertips under the band of her white lacy panties. He moved it straight for the lush silkiness of her pubic hair, feeling the beginning of her intimate narrow vaginal crevice, and using his middle finger like a probe, he worked it into the warni moistened folds of liquid flesh until he made contact with her tiny. clitoris.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" She sucked her breath in as she felt the heated sensation from the pit of her soft belly streak erotically through her excited body. She was confused by the enjoyment she felt, as if she were forgetting something she should do, but she relaxed enough to let the provocative sensations take hold of her being. It was as if an electrical connection had been made between herself and Stan, and each time his beautiful finger moved, a bolt of pleasure would dash through her sensually incited flesh. Instinctively, she let her long, white legs spread* wider apart as she unconsciously wanted to give him even greater access to her sensation-filled vagina. There was a question in her mind about her almost lewd actions, as though she felt she was forgetting a lesson she'd been taught in the past, but it became harder and harder to concentrate as the arousing pleasure-giving finger continued the incessant massage of her tiny, erect clitoris. She felt the beginnings of increasing hot moisture forming on the silky strands of pubic hair near the opening of her burning vaginal passage, and she knew she was wetter there than she had ever been before in her life.
Stan couldn't help thinking about all the things he'd wanted his wife to do in their lovemaking, things that she had rejected as obscene and unnatural during the last year, as now he was sure that he might finally have the chance to get her to do all of them! He could hardly ever look at her formation of enticing curves and full lips without imagining his cock being sucked by them, even though it seemed an impossible objective with someone so completely uptight. Many times he had cursed the person or incident that made Vi so rigid in sexual practices, but right then, he felt almost certain that she would at last come undone. His lusting cock was fully erect and aching to be free of his confining pants, its pulsing head pushing and straining against the fabric like it was going to force its way through. Yet, in spite of the mounting pressure in his swelling balls, he wanted to wait for the right moment, when he had his lovely wife screaming for it. Then, maybe, she would be completely willing to take his throbbing penis into her mouth, closing her warm sexy lips around it and sucking until he was drained totally dry. The thought made him want to work faster, and he moved his ardent finger away from her tiny palpitating clitoris, working it down through the raw wet flesh between the hair-lined, flushed cunt-lips until it was poised at the tight wet opening to her innermost self. Miraculously, she seemed to raise her hips up in an effort to take his teasing finger inside!
"Uuuuuuuuggggghhhhh... OOoouuuuu!" she moaned, as she wiggled her smoothly curved hips to move down onto his finger. He teased her only for a brief moment, then he screwed the plundering finger into the moist elastic-like opening, slowly driving his digit up the warm clasping passage of her quivering vagina. He pushed until his palm was pressed flat against her hot, wet pussy, and she began to grind her enticing pelvis in a sensual rhythm of self-pleasured indulgence. It was like she was another person, and he continued biting and chewing at her pink, expanded nipple until he couldn't stand the waiting for another second.
Feeling" as if her whole body was being guided by the fantastic sensations from her husband's long, titillating finger in her passionately fired vagina, Vi found herself hoping that her husband would put his big hardened penis in her soon. She didn't think she had ever been so anxious before, but there was something about the gnawing sensation of prurient delight in the pit of her belly and the root of her loins that told her she was in store for tremendous pleasures. She no longer, cared about the question of whether she should enjoy sex or not. What was important, suddenly, was really knowing what it was! It was like tasting forbidden fruit, and her ability to resist it had been dissolved by her exposure to the surroundings and liquor. Then
Stan suddenly lifted his head from her swollen tingling breasts, and she thought he might finally put his long, desire-hardened penis into her sensuously burning cunt.
She was letting him teasingly play with her hotly excited body, but petting was something she had always allowed him to do to a point. Yet, that evening there was one thing different. She seemed to be suggestively responding, and he had her almost completely naked in the light. The single lamp mounted on the wall above the bed was very weak, but it did provide more light than they had ever had under similar-circumstances, and Stan wanted to get her completely undressed to see her provocatively naked curves up close.
Reaching his left hand down to her smoothly arched hips, he turned his wife slightly onto her side before he tantalizingly grazed his tongue down her warm satin-like flesh. He paused momentarily at her navel, running his hot wet tongue tauntingly around it, then dipping it inside before he continued laving his way down toward her slowly revolving hips and loins. Reluctantly, he pulled his finger from her moist, palpitating vagina, half-afraid that he would disturb her reverie, but he was anxious to get her flimsy nylon panties all the way off her unusually aroused body. Placing his thumbs under the elastic band-top at either side of her hips, he rolled the thin material down over her lush white thighs to reveal her mesmerizingly open hair-fringed cunt to his greedy sight. She was cooperating fully with him, raising her full, rounded buttocks up off the bed to make the removal easy, and when the tiny panties had dropped from her feet, she made no sound as he pushed his hands against her satin-soft, white inner thighs. She spread them willingly, but was surprised when his hot, wet mouth made warm contact with her aroused, tingling flesh there. She felt tremendous erotic shivers as he ran his taunting, husbandly tongue slowly up along the sensitive space between her tremulously prickling legs.
My God! Vi thought, what on earth is he .doing? It felt good, too good, and she suddenly realized that he was moving his wetly working mouth toward her nakedly exposed pussy! For an instant she imagined how wickedly sensational it would feel, his probing tongue, wet and warm, stroking across and around and inside her burning cuntal passage! Just the idea of his loving hot mouth sucking at her tiny dancing clitoris sent goose-bumps, creating shivers to tingle enchantingly over her silken flesh, and for that brief moment she was going to let him do it... ! His face drew closer and closer, and she could feel his searing breath caressing the moist pink flesh of her opened vaginal crevice, his mouth not inches away from the thin, warmly pulsating lips of her naked pussy!
Feeling that everything was going to work out even better than he had hoped for, Stan forced her lower leg flat against the bed, while keeping the upper one bent at the knee and up in the air. Her position gave him completely open access to her delicious moist pink cunt, and he worked his tongue fervently with slowness up her soft inner thighs. As he drew closer, he stared lustfully at the curving mound of sensual desire, seeing the moist, fleshy lips that were covered by a sparse silky down of blonde pubic hair. The narrow ribbon of delicate flesh dividing the middle was pink, and he could see the hardened tiny bud of her quivering clitoris throbbing" excitedly from his previous manipulations. Feeling more daring, he reached out with his hand, and using two fingers he spread the flushed, blood-filled lips of her pussy wide apart, exposing the wet, clutching elastic-tight opening of her cunt to his desire-hungry gaze.
Vi could feel the warm secretions from her tingling vagina flowing faster, and when his delicate fingers licentiously spread her open, she was jolted back to the reality of the situation. She automatically reacted, suddenly feeling vile and cheap from her husband's close examination of her private-most parts. Her body was on fire,; but she had to protest such debasing action. She had even considered letting him put his mouth against her vagina! That was being nothing better than some dirty whore!
"No! Noooooo!" She wailed in an almost-foreign voice as she struggled to get control of herself, and she jerked her hips back away from his advancing face. When she saw the expression on her husband's countenance, however, she felt terribly guilty and depraved for having let the situation get along so far. She tried to think of a way she could retract what she had said, but she felt vile and debased, unable to understand what had made her go so far. "Please, Stan! That's... Awful!" was all she could say.
He was momentarily stunned by her sudden rejection, his mind so engrossed in her erotic reactions to the point that he failed to comprehend what she was saying. His swollen, aching cock felt like it was going to burst from the pressure of his cum stirring deep in his balls, and he had fully expected to have her hot sensual mouth closed tight around it, he had ... he had ...! Sucking fervently in another few minutes... ! Then, he realized that she was her same old self again, rejecting anything that wasn't the standard missionary position of love-making. He had so expected her to have changed, that he felt enraged at discovering it wasn't so. His face reddened, and he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"Whattttttttttt?"
Terrified by his sudden anger, Vi wanted to worm her entire tremblingly confused body down through the mattress of* the bed and disappear. She didn't know what else to do, and her thoughts groped for something to say that would calm him.
"I can't wait! I... want to now!... Fuck me, now!" she cried. She was desperate, and she thought her use of the sensuating vernacular expression for intercourse would somehow make up for her rejection of his oral sex. It was a term she had never used before, but she knew she had to do something dynamic to keep him from continuing what he had already started.
Stan was more than confused; he couldn't believe he'd heard Vi correctly. She had asked him to actually fuck her! In those ... that word. Well, by God, he was going to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before! Moving like an enraged bull, he tore at his clothing, determined to be totally naked when he subjugated her before his menacingly erect cock. He was going to screw her until she begged him to stop!
Vi was so shaken by what she had almost let happen, that when her young husband got to his knees and began pulling off his clothes, she felt relieved. But then, he was lowering his pants, and the bulge that had shown at his groin was suddenly a long hard fleshy column of thick throbbing cock! It looked huge, bigger than it had seemed on her wedding night, and she was fearful of him tearing, her apart once again. He was angry, and she knew her only hope was not to anger him further, so when he suddenly pulled at her waist, twisting her cruelly onto her stomach, she made no sounds of protest. He forced her into a kneeling position, pushing her head down into the mattress, and she felt her face turning red from embarrassment as she realized her buttocks were up in the air, open and lewdly exposed to his lustful gaze. It suddenly occurred to her that he intended to fuck her from behind like a dog. It was degrading and inhuman, and she thought she should tell him so, but simultaneously, she was having a difficult time ignoring the tremendous burning sensation in her quiveringly hot belly. It was growing all out of proportion in her mind. Her sensuously aroused body had already betrayed her thoughts once, and she felt like the same thing could happen again.
Knowing he was being rough with his Vi, Stan, nonetheless, was determined to have her in some way other than the usual limpid style. If she wasn't willing to submit to oral sex, then by God he was going to fuck her in "the most degrading manner he knew of. Dog-style seemed to fit the bill perfectly.
"Okay! You want to get fucked, here's your chance!" he said, moving up behind and between her inner thighs. He forced her to spread her knees out wider and wider, until he had total access to her nakedly quivering loins. It was the first time he had ever seen her like that, and he paused to examine her in detail. Her fully rounded white buttocks looked more salaciously enticing than ever, and he was reminded of his thoughts earlier as she was bending over the forward railing, keeping watch on the depths of the water. Now she was bent helplessly naked before him, and the slope of her smooth white back looked like a ski jump with a tiny indentation running down the middle. Her blonde hair was spilling all around her head, so he couldn't really see her face at all, but he was sure that she was feeling completely embarrassed by her lewdly degrading position. At that moment he felt she deserved it, and he ran his hands down over her smooth satiny back then under her ribs to her fully rounded young breasts hanging below. He gave them both a hungry squeeze, and the twitch in his cock reminded him to hurry up.
Tweaking the strained nipples at the hardened, pebble-like tips first, he then released her firmly resilient breasts, and moving his hands to her quivering smooth ovaled buttocks, he placed his thumbs into the tight, sloping curve of the softly yielding crevice, spreading the lush white mounds wide apart. He could see the tiny orifice of her tight,-rosebud-like anus puckered and pink in the dull light, and it excited him so that he jerked his hips forward and thrust his throbbing cock between her soft inner thighs, feeling that he couldn't possibly wait another minute.
"Put it in! Take my cock and put it in your cunt!" He lewdly spat the words at her, wanting his young, proud wife to know that he meant business.
Vi thought she should scream out, wanting to tell him to stop treating her like a whore, but the words he used seemed to make her flesh cringe with licentiously renewed excitement The mixture of fear, anger and passion made her react immediately to his demand, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a debasing manner. She reached back under her softly dangling breasts, and groping momentarily, she found the hard shaft of his penis which probed between her soft sensitive inner thighs and closed her hand around it. She had rarely touched his cock before, and then it had been when she had no other choice. It felt as though it was pumping blood through his entire body, and the tip was slightly moistened from his secretion of hot, lustful semen. She tried hard to blank out her mind, forget the lewdly degrading position she was humped over in, but the feel of his throbbing hard penis made her quaking belly jerk with lewd arousal. She was sure that his rigidly swollen cock had never been so big before, and for a moment she hesitated to even put it against her excitedly hot vagina. Then she felt his hands squeezing painfully at her nakedly upturned buttock-cheeks, and she was reminded just how open she was to his lewd and intensive gaze.
"Do it, dammit! Put my cock in now!" he commanded again, his patience wearing thin. He was having a hard time keeping from climaxing all over her lusciously rounded white ass, she looked so frigging sexy. 'Her fingers wrapped coolly around his aching cock like pointed probes of deep, yet with-held sensation, and he arched his hips backwards to hurry her guidance to her moist hot little cunt.
"Come on! Come on!" He squeezed her soft, pliant flesh until he left white circles on her pink skin, like impressions of his fingers, she wanted to cry and moan at the same time, her frustration magnified by both wanting to strike out at him and yet at the same time have his cock grinding around deep up inside her hungrily pulsating cuntal channel at its maximum depth!
Wriggling her buttocks involuntarily and shifting her position slightly, Yi placed the rubbery, purple, hardened tip against the soft, hair-lined folds of her wet vaginal opening, and she worked it like a lever to part the soft flanges of her hotly aroused cunt. When she had the thick head positioned over the tight little vertical mouth, she took a deep breath, fearing he would split her in half when he drove forward, and hoping it would help, she kept her grip on the long, fleshy column of his thrusting cock flesh. Unconcerned, Stan suddenly shoved his hips forward, pushing the head of his penis into her moistly spreading cunt.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" Vi readily screamed as the bloodfilled cock-head plundered into her not unready cunt like a vicious fist of steel. She gripped it tightly, hoping to restrain any further entry, and he did momentarily ease off, stopping when the head of his penis was wrapped tightly inside the hot, slick opening of her tightly locked little cuntal passage. He hadn't expected his entry to be so sudden and brutal, and she tensed in automatic response. It only made it worse, as the sensations it gave her husband made him even more anxious to have the full hard throbbing length buried all the way up into the proud little bitch's warm, soft belly. He held back for only a second, then shoved his hips forward again, plowing further up inside the heat of her liquidly clutching vagina, the thick rubbery-like knob spreading the velvety walls of her aroused cunt like a bulldozer through sand. "Uuuuuuggghhh! Ooohhhh! Aaaaaaggghhh!" she moaned as if tutored in the art of bewailing, while he drove deeper and deeper into her helplessly expanding passage. He didn't know what possessed him, but the pressure in his aching balls had become excruciating. He had to have his fire-ridden cock in her right away, all the way! He tried to hold back, forcing it in slowly, so she could adjust to the new angle of his penis, but it took more willpower than he had. He felt sure he would .climax before he reached warm, throbbing bottom, his aching cock throbbing and jerking lustfully from the mind-bending sensation of her tight, warm cuntal flesh snugly surrounding it. When she finally let go of his penis with her tiny hand, he was free to drive unimpeded into her depths, and slamming his hips forward with all his pent-up strength, he shoved his rock-hard cock into the length of her cunt-passage with flesh-tearing speed, until his hard, fermenting groin crashed into her smoothly rounded, upturned buttocks. The power of hjs thrust nearly lifted her clear of the bed, and she cried out in confused pain when he finally did hit velvety bottom. The sound of his pelvis slamming into her lush, soft white ass cheeks was lost even in the small room, and she thought her face was being driven to the floor, the impact was so great. The smooth rubbery head was pushing hard against her tender cervix like an angry and menacing weapon out to destroy her. He was still then for a moment, as if he were considering a reprieve, but after a second he suddenly flexed his huge cock, lurching all the way into her tenderly cringing young belly.
"Uuuuggghhh!" she grunted, feeling the bushiness of his pubic hair pressing into the nakedly spread crevice of her sensitive buttocks, and at the last of his long probe, his sperm-bloated balls swung forward to slap noisily up between her lewdly widespread thighs.
He couldn't wait one moment longer to give her a chance to adjust to his size, and he immediately began stroking in and out of her tightly clasping cuntal channel, the long hard charges pounding deep beyond her womb, brushing her cervix relentlessly. He stared down at her, bent over her curvaceousness, her sensuously white buttocks wiggling to his driving rhythm, her satin-smoothed back sloping down to the loosely scattered blonde hair of her twisting head. His young wife was more sensual than he had ever remembered seeing her, and it made the cum in his seething balls stir with lusting passion, begging him to hurry and give himself the ultimate physical joy.
Never having been fucked at such a lewdly debased angle, Vi was horrified by the depth of his impalement into her, and she felt as if she had been morally, if not physically split apart. It shocked her to the point of almost destroying the hot passion he had brought out of her body a few minutes before. She thought she was simply being used, a receptacle for his lusting passion with no care or feeling or understanding. She was only a now-open cunt to be fucked like any common slut! She felt let down and deeply rejected, and she pressed her face hidingly into the bed, hoping as usual that he would cum into her right away, getting it over with.
Stan fucked his long cock diligently in and out of the tightly throbbing passage of her open pussy, his long-building lust completely taking over his reason. He wasn't going to settle for any halfway fuck ever again. He wanted to make her beg and plead for his cum, make her cry for him to pump his hot juices into her quivering seething belly until she would explode from the sheer pressure. He held her resilient white hips tightly in each hand as he sawed his thick cock deep inside her helplessly absorbing cunt. The ragged, flesh-rimmed, pink mouth was elastic-tight around his blood-engorged penis and when he shoved deep inside her belly, the flesh rolled with it in his pounding fury. His cum-inflated balls swung churningly forward between her widespread smooth ivory thighs to make loud smacks into the pink folds of her wet, flaccid, cuntal flesh where her tiny glistening clitoris quivered in unconscious excitement. Then, when he retreated, pulling his aching hardness out of her clasping well of passion, until only the swollen rubbery head remained pulsing inside the hot, tight opening, he held there for only an instant before driving into the slick moisture-coated walls of her hotly tingling cunt again. He smacked into her luscious ass with buttock-flattening lust, until her breasts shook like quivering mounds of jelly from the shock of it.
"Hooohhhhhh!" Vi moaned in spite of her desire to keep quiet. His huge, hardened cock felt like it was going to burrow right on past her hot quaking belly and up into her throat, but she couldn't deny the wildly erotic sensations that moved with it. Her swollen tingling breasts swung forward from the impact causing the hardened little nipples to graze tantalizingly across the. surface of the bed, and that added to the sensorial delights that somehow refused to diminish in her loins and belly. She kept telling herself over and over that she was being lowly debased by her own husband's cruel rape, but it didn't stop the strangely growing fire in the depths of her passion-inflamed womb. Her tiny palpitating clitoris was like a throbbing little demon in her. hot, wet cunt that wanted to be fed by his swinging, bloated balls every time he lunged into her, and the sensations from it seemed to race over the nerve-endings woven into the walls of her burning pussy, making her vibrantly alive, feeling the huge swelling cock that drove demandingly in and out of her. It was like some overwhelming delicious monster that could only be satisfied by her juices, like a blood-sucking vampire, and would settle for nothing less. It was frighteningly exhilarating!
She looked back under and between her full hanging breasts to see her lusting, hot cunt being truly violated by the thick driving column of cock-flesh. His penis seemed to withdraw until only the fiery hard tip of him remained inside her hotly clasping vagina, then it would smoothly dive back down the slick clutching channel, the lips of her cunt nibbling at it hungrily until it completely filled her tight sensuous passage. The crispness of his pubic hair was lewdly pushing into the crevice of her trembling buttocks with each hard lunge and she felt a lust-inspired sensation of basic desire that seemed to travel to the prickling top of her head. Her tightly pampered cunt was being plowed apart with thoughtless long hard thrusts of her husband's hotly demanding cock, and she could feel the forcibly subjective joy of it in her insanely grinding loins.
Feeling the gradual motion around his driving cock-shaft, Stan excitedly realized that he was beginning to get through to his wife, and he concentrated hard to keep his churning hot cum from finally bursting out. He wanted to save it until she begged, and yet he knew that he would have to work faster if he was going to last much longer. Slowly, her lovely, whitely ovaled buttocks began to rotate in lustful response to his hard forward surges, and then, to test her he momentarily held back. Her rounded, animated buttocks seemed to jump backward when his aching cock didn't plunge back inside right away, and it so excited him that he ruthlessly started sawing in and out with ever-increasing speed. God, her ass had come to life! She was actually fucking him back! He could see the muscles in her breathtaking ass-cheeks flexing each time that he withdrew as if to suck his swollen hard, cock back inside, and he moved his hands over the twin white mounds, placing his thumbs down into the pliant, smooth crevice that divided them. Spreading the ovaled cheeks wide apart, he saw her tiny, brownish pink anus, puckering and working fervidly with each stroke of his rigid plundering cock in her inflamed pussy. Without breaking his rhythm, he worked his eager finger down into the smooth hairless crevice, then placed his middle finger tip against the tiny puckered hole. Slowly, he began to probe and worm it into the tight, elastic-tike flesh.
"Uuuuuuggghhhh! God! Stan... What are you doing? Oooouuuuu!" Vi was confused by the mixed sensations of pleasure-pain she was feeling as she grunted in almost masochistic helplessness, still she raised her excitedly undulating buttocks to the lewdly worming finger, trying to screw it down inside her hot rectal passage with a new wave of salacious passion sweeping through her. The tight restricting anal muscle suddenly popped open with an obscene sucking sound that licentiously thrilled her, though at first she felt nothing but pain. It was unnatrual, lewd and indecent; yet somehow it still seemed to be so wickedly right! He shoved deeper, into his first knuckle, and instead of lurching away, she screwed her newly lust-fired buttocks back onto it! He accommodated her eagerness by shoving his middle finger deep into her rectum, and she gasped wantonly ... gradually becoming adjusted to the unnatural invasion, feeling an almost wanted pleasure-pain, though she told herself she was doing it to pacify his lust.
"Oooouuuuu! UUUgghhh! Oooohhhhhh!" She grunted over and over as the turning, rotating finger drove in to the hilt, and she shoved back against it lewdly, while at the same time she tried to absorb more of his hot throbbing cock deep into her suddenly screaming belly. He plunged his finger down hard into the rubbery anal passage until he could drive it no further, and the second shaft in her body was like an added penis to her unlocked ecstasy. She defensively decided she might just as well be the whore she was being treated like, and she lewdly raised her now excitedly grinding buttocks back up to his twin assault to take his extended finger and swollen hard cock deep inside her passion-inflamed belly.
Stan could feel his torturously hardened, skewering cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated her back channel from her cuntal passage as he wormed his finger around the depths of her hotly clasping little rectum, and each twist made his lovely young wife scream a muffled cry into the mattress. She writhed abandonedly, driving and grinding her white rounded buttocks back against the two impaling instruments, her supposedly tormented ass now an inferno of obvious sensual pleasure.
Vi was suddenly aware that she was nearing an experience she had never known in sex before! It was like an acceleration toward an unknown point, but whatever it was, she knew then, that it had to be sheer ecstasy. The words from within her seemed to pour out uncontrollably, like it was someone else doing the screaming!
"Ooohhh! Yessss! Fuck me! Good! Fuck meeee, darling..."
It was more than he could stand. The lewd words coming from his proud young wife's throat were lashing sexual stimuli, making his lust go completely out of control. He had never seen such raw sensuality in her before, and in spite of his efforts to hold back, he was suddenly insane with raw, animal passion. His churning, cum-swollen balls felt like they were ballooning out of his scrotum as his sperm made the maddeningly sensational dash up his elongated cock-shaft. The head of his huge penis pulsed inside her own wetly pulsating passage as he drove his never-before throbbing cock to maximum depth, and his hot semen burst like a shot from the inflamed dilated tip. He was lost in the incredible sensations of his own climax as the white, hot cum fired repeatedly into the seething base of her quivering belly.
"Ooohh! Waitttt! Nooooo!" She was enraged, she had wanted finally to attain that ultimate state of sexual pleasure, a point she had only learned that night to be within her reach, and he was climaxing too soon. The liquid, fiery heat pumping into her cunt like a stabbing series of hot explosions was pleasure, yes, but she wasn't yet ready for it. The hot cum wasn't pushing her that little extra distance she had to go before she, too, could feel the heat of explosion.
Suddenly, she was nothing but a receptacle again, a hole for him to use as an animal would, and she felt defeated and deflated all at once.
Stan continued hammering into her automatically clutching cunt as his hot sperm filled her trembling belly with its hot wet stickiness. He kept his finger buried deep in her rectum, reveling in the pleasures that streamed through his shuddering body. He felt sure that Vi had reached an orgasm too, as she ground back against his spewing cock until the last drop of his cum was fired.
When it was over, he collapsed heavily on top of her still-burning body, and she felt even more debased and degraded than she had before. It wasn't just that she had been forced to bend to his will, kneeling down like a bitch-dog while he rammed his cock into her cunt, but it was also the fact that she had allowed him to do it, even wanting him eventually to shove his finger into her defenseless anus. It was too vile and lewd to even think about!
After a moment, Stan, still breathing hard, pulled his finger from her heated rectum, and then rolled off her body, his cock making a wet whooshing noise as it pulled from her cum-filled little cunt. He laid beside her exhausted, satisfied in his mistaken belief that he had accomplished what he'd intended to do.
Vi couldn't move for fear she would have to look him in the eye, as she knew that she would shamefully ask him to do it all over again. She wanted more, the opportunity to know the heights she'd almost attained, and such thinking was not only vile, but wrong. By the time she fell asleep, her belly still on fire, she had only succeeded in becoming even angrier with her sex-maniac husband.