Chapter 2
"Come on, baby," her husband urged. "Stroke it like you mean it. This cock of mine really needs some loving."
He was coaxing her as gently as he could, and Marcia knew this. Over the years Jack had learned that he would only turn her cold and uncooperative if he insisted that she put some life into her love-making until she had built up to it gradually on her own. In his heart he had to be damn well annoyed with her most of the time they were in bed, but he somehow kept his anger under control and it made the performance of Marcia's wifely duty that much more bearable. The only problem was that this control never seemed to last for very long.
So, in order to avoid hearing his tone get too nasty, Marcia started working her curled, slim fingers gently up and down along the throbbing pole. They trembled just a little when they touched against the pulsating vein that ran all along his shaft, as if she were in direct communication with the heart of Jack's virility. For it was this vein, already quivering with the beginning of sexual life that would be carrying hot sperm and pumping it into her unwilling body. The force of it would send her whirling down even lower towards the erotic place which she feared, and then would come the most difficult part of her struggle ... her refusal to mingle his come with some of her own.
Marcia tried to reach for the bedside lamp and darken the room, but this was one occasion when her husband would not allow it. Before she could get her finger on the switch, he grabbed her wrist and brought her hand under his cock and down to his balls.
"I'm sick and tired of your prudish ways, Marcia. I wanna do it in the light so I can see what's going on, enjoy the look as well as the feel. We're not teenagers anymore, groping in the dark back seat of a parked car. We're man and wife."
"I know that, Jack, but it's just so vulgar lying here in the light like this. I feel like a cheap whore."
"Well, I sure as hell wish you would act more like one. Sex isn't a sin, Marcia. It's beautiful. Here, lean over and take a good look at this prick of mine. Isn't it beautiful, especially hard, standing up proud and tall like this? Doesn't it just look good enough to eat?"
"Oh, Jack! That's disgusting."
"Disgusting? Why, you little...."
Jack was gritting his teeth, forcing himself to keep his temper down now, and Marcia realized she had stepped on that sensitive area again. Her husband dearly loved to jam his head between her legs and lick his way into her slit, but she always stopped him just when he really got into it. She was sure he would give her just about anything if she would try at least once to put her mouth on his organ, but even the thought of it made her want to gag.
Hoping to change the subject, she chose the lesser of the two evils now.
"Yes, your ... uh, your penis certainly is beautiful, honey. Why don't you put it inside me and make love to me now?"
"Because I'm not ready, baby. There's more to making love than humping like a pair of cattle. You've got your hand on my balls. Bounce them around a little, play with them. They're not as fragile as they look. A man likes to be played with." Then in an angrier tone, "DO IT!!!"
Marcia cupped her palm so that both big, hairy balls lay neatly in it. She knew what was expected of her now. They had been through this routine a hundred times before. She gently bounced them in her hand, and then carefully kneaded one against the other. Then, with no conscious thought, her other hand began moving as well.
It was still encircling the shaft of Jack's heavily throbbing prick and now it began to move up and down in a slow and steady motion. The sweat of her palm made the going that much smoother and Jack propped his head up on the pillows so that he could really enjoy the little show that his wife was putting on for him.
Of course he had to use his imagination a lot, since his wife was such an unwilling participant, but he could still feel quite regal with her down there, slaving over his hard-on. Her tension was making her grip the stalk even more tightly, and with a few more of her quivering strokes, Jack's knob was already dripping its first juices. It made his flesh that much more slippery, and Marcia's quickening strokes along the slick pole were now making him pant and mutter.
"Shit, aw, shit, baby. Slow down or I'll shoot. Don't make me shoot. I have to fuck you with this," he moaned.
Marcia listened to the savage hoarseness in his voice, felt his hot breath against her forearm and felt his body humping softly at her side. Her own heat was starting to rise in spite of her strongest resolution. There was just no way that she could avoid getting caught up in what was happening now. Passion was in the very air that she was breathing, and it was going straight to her head.
She closed her eyes and tried at least to block out the sight of what they were doing, but it was a useless gesture. There was no detachment possible at such close quarters. Already Jack was inching his body even closer to hers, and there was no escape. His arm nearest her reached out and he rubbed it up and down across her heaving breast. Instantly the nipple swelled and grew taut. She could feel the vibration permeating all through her chest.
His hand was rubbing all the way down the front of her body now, and she clamped her teeth shut against a soft moan welling up in her throat. He was there now, at her most vulnerable point. Maybe she could still control her sounds, but she could barely control her bodily reactions. The nerves in her belly were singing from his caresses and as his fingertips touched the very top of her love mound, it and her thighs began to quiver.
He was rubbing his palm against the silky hairs, making them bristle and pressing down so he could feel the even silkier skin beneath. Here her body was more than warm. It was burning and getting hotter by the second. At first she felt merely a tingle against his rubbing palm, but as the friction became heavier, the tingle became a needy itch, from outside and from within.
His hand couldn't rub the itch away, it only made the condition worse. There was only one source of relief ... the one she hated but could not do without, once the process of erotic arousal had begun. Damn that man, Marcia thought with great anger, he understood her body better than she did.
She was already meeting the sideways pressure of his body with equal pressure of her own and now he was turning on his side. Marcia opened her mouth and her legs seemed to spread as part of the same reflex. Jack threw his own leg between them and moved his chest partway over hers. He filled each of his hands with succulent breast meat and brought his mouth crashing down on hers. This time the sigh escaped before she could catch it, and an instant later his hot, wet tongue was between her teeth.
What could she do? How could she fight what every nerve in her body seemed to be crying out for? There was just no place for detached logic in a body that was burning up with erotic fever. She mustn't let Jack know how much he was getting to her now. He would make even further demands on her, force her to do things so perverted that she couldn't even name them in her mind. Don't let him know. Don't ever let him know..
But her hand was actually giving her secret away. It was fairly flying over his throbbing cock now, and although she was not aware of it, her body was softly humping against her husband's wandering palm. His tongue was searching all around the inside of her mouth, and her tongue got all jumbled up with it. Her mind was quickly becoming wiped dean of all conscious thought, and the growing needs of her hungry body were taking over. Marcia found herself welcoming the blessed oblivion now. It was essential for her emotional survival, the only way she would be able to face herself later on, to say over and over, "I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't."
"You want it now, baby, don't you?" Jack asked.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
"Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you want my stiff prick to slam into your body. Tell me!"
"I w-w-w-ant. I want."
"Say it, bitch. Say 'I want your prick'."
"Please, Jack."
"Say it or I'll let you lay there and jerk me off instead. I'll make my cream spurt all over your nice, clean body."
The threat of such a disgusting deed had to be more awful than saying those dirty words. Swallowing hard and trying to get some saliva into her parched mouth, running her tongue around her dry lips so she would be able to speak, she finally croaked.
"I want it. Oh, Jack. I really want it."
There. The truth had slipped out in her tone, but probably even that was not going to be enough.
"Prick. I want your prick," he instructed.
"I ... want ... your ... p-p-prick."
The last word sputtered out of her mouth as if she were trying to spit out something foul. But at least she had said it, and Jack seemed to be momentarily satisfied. He was chuckling quietly to himself, enjoying this small victory and ready to reward himself for achieving it.
"Well, since you said it so nicely, I just might think about giving it to you. That is, if your cunt is good and wet. Nothing I hate more than having to jump into a dry hole. What do you say, love? Should I make that pussy nice and wet? Do you want me to play with you a little?"
"Yes, Jack."
"What a good little girl. Finally learning to tell the truth, even if it is killing you."
He wanted to taunt her some more, but his own lust was getting the best of him, and as long as Marcia was at least indicating in some small way that she wanted to get laid, he saw no reason not to get on with it. Since his hand was already resting on her pulsating pussy, and she had not stopped pumping his meat all the time he was teasing her, Jack decided to give her a little of his brand of pleasure now.
Refusing to be in the least way gentle about it, he suddenly jammed two of his stubby fingers straight into her clenched hole, and relished the whimpering sound that his wife made as she felt the sharp intrusion. It was a sound of some discomfort, but her legs opened even wider and Jack's smile broadened above Marcia's face.
"You are a whore at heart. Didn't you know that? It just takes the right man to bring that out in you."
Marcia was thinking that if she was indeed a whore at heart, then Jack was not the man he thought he was. Because no matter how hard he tried, no matter how he degraded her, she would never give him the final prize that he had sought all the years they were married. She would never have an orgasm for him.
She didn't have to say any of this out loud. Jack could feel her body tensing around his hand, and he would not allow her to get that sacrificial victim way about her this time. No going backwards. He had fought too hard just to hear her admit that she wanted to fuck. Now she needed to know her place. She needed to learn that he was her master and that she must worship his cock because it was the greatest symbol of his manhood.
So he pushed his fingers to one side of the inner wall of her cunt, and worked his hand around so that he could screw a third finger in there and press the ball of his thumb against the hood of her clit at the same time. His face took on a sadistic leer as he watched tears of outraged pain spring to Marcia's eyes.
"You want to scream at me, don't you, bitch?" he growled. "You'd kill me if you had the guts right now."
Her face was red with shame as the tears began to roll. He was reading her mind again. But she couldn't speak.
"Just look at that indignant expression," he continued. "I could almost think you were hating every second of this. But we know better, don't we? We know that your cunt is starting to gush as I twist my fingers around in your uptight little hole. We know that your dainty little clit is starting to swell against my finger, and it's growing with every rub that I give it. Wow! It's really vibrating now. Tell me how much you hate it, bitch. Let me hear you lie in your teeth."
Marcia could say nothing. All she could do was sob as her limbs shook and she wet Jack's constantly twirling fingers with a steady, hot flow. Again he forced his mouth down on hers, this time so cruelly that his teeth drew blood from her bottom lip. He was nearly on top of her now and her arms were free. She could try to beat him off with her fists, even attempt to strangle him....
But she didn't. Instead, Marcia threw her arms around her husband's neck and arched her hips up to meet his hard-driving hand. She was mindless with growing lust, losing most of the moral battle before it had even begun. Later on she would tell herself he had taken advantage of her body chemistry, that he had gotten to her at a weak moment. A thousand excuses to help her hide from the truth.
It was an easy thing to do after a brisk shower and a stiff martini, but impossible now with Jack's hand frigging her cunt to a steaming lather and his big, hard joint beating a staccato rhythm against her soft white belly. The words "please fuck me" were just about on the tip of her tongue, but she would rather die than say them voluntarily.
Luck was with her. Jack was through with his teasing play. He was hot as a pistol and the sensual emergence of his wife would have to take another step forward some other day. Marcia heard him groan heavily, then reach between their two bodies for his cock. He lifted himself a little and guided the head of it to the spot where his fingers were still swiftly plying.
By then her cunt was so dripping wet that they heard loud slopping sounds every time his fingers squished in there, and Marcia was embarrassed that her body could function in such a disgusting way. Nothing she could do about it, though, and it really was a blessing in disguise. This time there would not be the rasping discomfort of a dry penetration, which was the price she usually paid when refusing to submit herself emotionally.
This ride would be a bit easier for her, even enjoyable if she would only allow it. Come to think of it, Marcia could not remember a time when she had felt quite this hot, quite this wet and ready to receive his male offering. What was happening to her anyway? She would just have to get hold of herself, bring the situation back under control, but ... not ... now!
"Uhhh...." she suddenly groaned as Jack got the dripping head of his cock in line with the swollen, wet line of her slit and began to bring all his pressure to bear.
"Take it, baby. Take the whole thing," he growled in her ear.
Slowly, but steadily, inch after hot inch of the horny man's pulsating meat drilled down into the unwilling woman's depths, stretching out the fluted sides of her vaginal barrel as he went. Jack grunted with satisfaction as he finally hit rock bottom. For once, the initial penetration had been a relatively easy one. For once she had allowed herself to become well-juiced. Maybe there was hope for this uptight lady yet.
Marcia, meanwhile, struggled to get her breath back after the wind had been knocked out of her by Jack's body falling heavily against her. She felt crammed full of hot cock and her mind wandered to all the erotic thoughts that she never allowed herself at cooler times.
Cock, hot cock. That's what was filling her ... what was it Jack called her vagina sometimes? Oh, twat. Hot cock filling her twat to capacity. It had her crammed so full that she felt her already engorged cuntal lips swelling out even more to accommodate the throbbing width of it. Unconsciously, she closed her thighs more tightly together so she could really feel Jack's body between them, clenching her vaginal muscles as well, pressing them hard against the shaft of his cock.
It shot a bolt of pleasure up her spine, and Jack grunted as he settled himself in a little deeper. He didn't much care whether she did this for faun with knowledge or not. The pleasure was all the same to him.
His balls were bouncing off the top of her ass now, and his kinky hairs tangled with hers. As long as he didn't move for a few moments, Marcia actually believed that she might be able to regain some of her self-control. Her body was already adjusting to the thick rod embedded in her sensitive tunnel. Even the heavy weight of his body on her chest was more tolerable now. Her head was clearing just a little.
An then....
"This is it, baby. Hang on to my back because I am going to give you the fucking of your life," Jack warned. "Maybe this time my big rammer is gonna knock you off your dignified perch once and for all."
There was not even a split second to take a deep breath and brace herself by clutching the mattress at her sides before Jack had pulled himself nearly all the way out and was slamming into her again with all his might.
"Unnnn," she grunted as he dropped down, burying his head in the hollow of her neck and taking a little nip out of it before he pulled back on his rod again.
After two very hard thrusts, leaving Marcia gasping for air, Jack settled down to a smooth and steady rhythm, stroking her with long thrusts, but not with quite as much violence. He was being lulled by the lush liquid within her channel, and the clean perfume of her soft body which enveloped him.
Now and again Marcia would hear him whisper something loving in her ear, but most of the time it was vulgar obscenities that she heard, especially a little later on when his humping picked up a faster tempo, and her own body began to rock with it. The mattress springs were creaking with the heavy pushing, and yet Jack did not seem satisfied with the results he was getting from her body even when he was continually slamming balls deep into her and flattening out her breasts with the force of each drop.
The man seemed determined to fuck her senseless and he was very near to doing just that.
"Not deep enough," he mumbled.
Marcia could just about understand what he was saying, but she didn't know what he wanted her to do about it. For two seconds he looked imploringly in her eyes, hoping that she would get with it and help him out. But when she continued to simply lie there, breathing heavily, her hips undulating but making no real contribution, Jack desperately took matters into his own hands by reaching under the cheeks of her ass, gripping them tightly with his fingers, and lifting her right up into the air.
She was suspended like that until he managed to get both her knees thrown over his shoulders without unseating himself, and then she was grateful for this anchorage, because he was slamming into her again, this time penetrating her so deeply that Marcia could swear she felt the head of his prick hitting right against the back of her spine.
Her brain was whirling, and the room was going around as well. Jack's body had long since been covered with a film of perspiration, dripping on to hers, and now she was coated with a film of her own. Her hair was getting damp and matted, but she no longer cared about her appearance. It was her survival that mattered now.
Jack was fucking her hard and fast, knocking her right down into that ecstatic valley, and she could already feel the heavy pink void of erotic bliss taking over what little remained of her common-sense. If she didn't do something immediately, she would be in the throes of that all-over tingling. The sensations would make her feel almost as if she were leaving her body, floating above on a heavenly sensation of warmth and happiness. Then she would begin to shake and finally....
But no, that was as far as she had ever allowed it to go, no matter how far into the fuck she had ever surrendered herself, and she must never let it go any further. It wasn't only her refusal to that ultimate submissiveness, her irretrievable confession that she was after all a sensuous woman which kept Marcia from treading that final erotic mile. Fear, real fear had a lot to do with it as well.
She just didn't know what would happen to her if she let it go that far. The terror of falling in and never climbing back out, of being base and sexual for the rest of her life, was just too high a price for such a risky discovery. No, she had to hang on, even now when it was all going dark, when she felt that tingle from one end of her spine to the other and her inner cunt was incredibly swollen. That special, deep down tingle at the bottom of that cavity was sending signals straight up to her brain.
Hang on, Marcia, hang on, she thought.
"Uhhhh, ohhh, Goddd, baby. I'm cumming," Jack was suddenly screaming, and her body was being flooded with heavy spurts of his cream.
By concentrating on this, on the fact that it was over now, Marcia was saved in the nick of time. Jack shuddered on top of her for a few more seconds, and then she felt his last few drops spilling into her. He fell down with a heavy slump, and while he still breathed heavily, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her own husband had actually saved her from giving him what he had been seeking for so very long.