Chapter 1
Bonnie Doran spread her legs wide and climbed into bed next to her husband. She pulled the blanket up and stared down at Brad's cock. It hung limp and soft between his legs.
The young housewife felt disappointed, but not surprised. That's the way it was most of the time. Even though they'd only been married for two years, their sex life was dull and boring.
The horny brunette snuggled up next to him and closed her hand over his prick. He was half asleep and he groaned at the touch of her fingers on his cock. She trailed her fingers up and down his cock-skin and felt his fuckpole twitch in her hand.
She sometimes wondered why she bothered to turn him on. All they ever did was fuck. Brad wouldn't let her suck his cock and he wouldn't suck her cunt. She hadn't cared at first. She had been only seventeen when they'd gotten married and Brad had been her first and only lover. They had gone steady since she was fourteen and he fifteen and he had always directed their fucking. But lately she'd been feeling frustrated.
She'd been reading sexy books which described erotic things people did to each other in bed. She talked to her girlfriends, too, and they intimated they did wild things with their husbands or boyfriends. One of them even told Bonnie that her husband fucked her asshole.
The brunette had shivered at that revelation, and the more she thought about it the more she yearned for it. She had suggested it to Brad, but he told her it was perverted.
Now she felt his prick get stiff and her pussy spasmed. It was always exciting to feel his cock get hard. She loved when it danced in her hand.
She had an impulse to close her mouth over his juiced-up cockhead, but she knew he'd get furious. She sat up on the bed and used one hand to hold the base of his prick and the other to stroke his cockshaft.
She licked her lips. How she wanted to taste his crimson cockhead! How she wanted to work the tip of her tongue into his tiny piss-slit and taste his fuck-cream!
She had sucked his cockhead into her mouth one night when Brad had been sleeping. He had awakened and pulled it away. He had yelled that nice women didn't do those things. She had never tried it again.
She felt her cunt get hot and wet. She pumped his prick and imagined she was sucking him off. Brad had a lovely prick. At least she thought it was lovely. She had never really seen another except in pictures.
The horny brunette leaned over and sniffed in his male-aroma. She licked her lips and inhaled the pungent odor of turned-on cockmeat.
Brad opened his eyes and ran his hand through her waist-length straight black hair. "That's nice, honey," he murmured. "Get it good and hard and I'll fuck you."
She caressed his balls and his crotch hair. His pisshole yawned open, a steady stream of jism leaking out. She had a yen to push her mouth over his mushroom-shaped knob and slide her lips down his thickening poker. She watched the blue veins on his cockshaft twitch as she slid her fingers up and down his prong.
Brad moaned and thrust his ass up off the bed. He humped up to meet her stroking fingers.
She felt thick hot cuntjuice gush out of her pussy and drench her thighs. She sighed even as she felt her slippery cunt heat up with desire. In a few minutes he would climb on top of her and fuck her. He'd slide his prick inside her cunt nine or ten times and then come inside her before she had a chance to get off. It was always like that. She would fondle him until he was hard, and then he would stick his cock in her cunt. No foreplay for her. Brad thought she should be good and hot just from playing with his prick. He had no understanding of a woman's needs. At one time Bonnie had thought he would learn, but he never had. Instead he became more inflexible. When she tried to talk to him about it he told her a real woman didn't need a lot of foreplay. He told her if she had a problem it was her fault and not his. Then he would stop talking to her for days at a time until she thought she'd go crazy. Eventually she would be forced to apologize just to keep peace in the house.
Now she released his cock and balls and moved up and nuzzled his ear. She closed her lips over his and slid her tongue into his mouth.
"Touch my pussy," she begged, moving over his body and pressing her cunt down on his stiff cock.
"Don't start that crap again!" he snapped. "Let's fuck. I'm ready. If you're not, it's your fault!"
She begged him. "Please, honey. Just run your fingers over my cunt for a minute. Please!"
He sat up, pushing her over. "Listen, Bonnie," he hissed. "If you're frigid, it's not my fault! Now, do you want to fuck or not? I've got a big day tomorrow and I need my sleep."
She nodded her head. She lay back and waited for him. He crouched between her wide-open thighs and fisted his cockshaft. He pushed his cock head against her juicy black-bushed pussy and found her gash-hole.
"Good?" he hissed as he pushed in. "Yeah, sure it feels good, doesn't it, baby? You're not so cold once I get my cock in there. You love being plugged by my good stiff prick, don't you, baby?"
She whimpered, but said nothing. It did feel good to have his cock in her cunt, but she needed more. She needed him to play with her cuntlips and clit and slide his fingers in and out of her hungry cunthole. She was tired of being a receptacle for his jism, and she felt depressed. Then she squealed when he rammed the full length of his ramrod-stiff prick up her twat. He didn't give her what she needed, but it was better than nothing. Maybe this time she would come with him. Maybe this time it would be different. Please God, she thought, this time let it be different!
The hot brunette closed her legs around his back and pulled him into the saddle of her thighs. She tried to hump her ass up to meet his thrusts, but he stopped her.
"Don't do that till I tell you!" he hissed. "I don't want to come yet."
She lay back unmoving. It was the same as always. He made her do what was good for him, not what was good for her. Her blood ran cold. She lost all desire and lay still under him while he pounded her pussy with his rigid fuckpole.
"Okay, move!" he grunted, pushing her legs back to her tits to totally open her crotch to his thrusts.
He grabbed her firm thighs and pumped in and out of her purple-lipped cunt. "Move, God damn it!" he growled. "Move your ass!"
She closed her arms around his neck. She tried to bring his mouth to hers, but he pulled w back. She closed her creamy white thighs around his waist and rocked her ass on the bed. He grunted as she thrust her gash up to meet his pistoning prick.
She felt herself getting turned-on again. She wrapped her pussy-flaps around his cock-base and tried to press her clit against his shaft.
He pulled back and directed his cock lower down in her pussy-hole. "Move it! Move it! Move it!" he grunted. "Move your ass! Grab my dick with your cunt! Come on! Fuck!"
Bonnie gave up. She lay back and let him pound her. She prayed he'd shoot off soon so she could have some peace. His jism-bloated cockhead shot in and out of her pussyhole. She felt her cuntjuice stop flowing. Her gash dried up, but he never even noticed.
"Good fuck!" he hissed, unaware of her agony. "Good hard fuck!"
He would shoot off soon and never realize how unhappy and frustrated she was. His wild selfish fucking did nothing for her except leave her hornier than ever.
It was her own fault. Everyone had told her not to marry him until she'd had a chance to live. Her mother had warned her to wait a couple of years before settling down, but she hadn't listened. She'd been too much in love. Now she was paying the price for her stupidity.
He plowed in and out of her cunthole and she felt more hostile with every stroke. She felt used. He displayed no tenderness or consideration for her feelings. Her body felt numb and she lay back and waited for him to finish.
He was almost through. She felt strangely detached as she listened to his grunts and groans as he furiously pumped his prick in and out of her turned-off pussy.
She bit her full lower lip and felt her eyes fill with tears. She couldn't go on like this. She was only nineteen and she couldn't bear another fifty or sixty years of living like this. She didn't know what she would do, but she had to think of something. She loved Brad, and she didn't want to break up her marriage, but she felt desperate. Desperate enough to do anything.
She felt his stroking speed up and she knew he was almost there. Usually she wanted as much fucking as she could get, even if it didn't make her come, but tonight she wanted it over with.
"Good tight cunt!" he roared, clutching her milky white thighs and stabbing his dick deeper and faster into her twat.
His wild thrusts hurt the brunette's cunthole and she cried out with pain. He mistook it for cries of lust and he became more excited.
"It's finally getting to you, huh?" he panted. "Finally feeling it, huh, baby? Are you ready? Are you ready?" he roared. "Are you ready for my load?"
She frantically nodded her head, her long straight hair flying over the pillow. She wanted him to come. She wanted him to dump his jism up her snatch. She wanted it over with.
He came. His face contorted, his body convulsed as he slammed wildly in and out of her fuck-tube. A blast of jism exploded into her cunt and dribbled out again. He quivered and twitched as he thrust in and out of her pussy in a frenzy. His cockhead continued to splash jet after jet of hot lava up her fuck-channel.
Bonnie moaned with relief and he finally pulled his soft cock out of her cunt and rolled over onto his back.
"Good fuck, honey," he muttered, turning over and falling fast asleep.
Bonnie's heart pounded. She waited until she was certain he was sound asleep and then she rose up from the bed. Silent tears fell down her cheeks. She quietly wrapped a robe around her full curves and left the bedroom.
She went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Maybe it would make her drowsy and she would sleep. She needed something to make her sleep. Tonight had been the last straw. She would lose her mind if she didn't do something about her life.
She took her wine into the den and sat down on the sofa. She knew she would masturbate, but she wanted to calm down first. She sipped the wine and reached inside her shortie robe. She put both feet up on the sofa and spread her slender shapely legs. A warm glow invaded her body when she moved the fingers of one hand over her wide-open gash.
It's not my fault! she thought as she probed the soft delicate tissues of her cunt. I'm not frigid! I'm not!
She moaned softly as she slid two fingers inside her cunthole. She used her other hand to rub her stiffening clit. Brad had once caught her playing with herself and had told her she was disgusting. How could anything that felt so good be disgusting?
She closed her eyes and pressed down on the slimy flesh of her slit. Warm wonderful sensations engulfed her body. She fluttered her fingers over her tits. Goose bumps had erupted on her thick nipples. She stroked the thick stalks with one hand and finger-fucked her cunthole with the other. She wished she had a third hand, and maybe a fourth!
She was totally aroused now. She knew she would climax soon. She dipped her fingers in and out of her gash. She raised her crotch and slid another finger into her asshole. It felt so wonderful the brunette's whole body quivered.
If Brad could see her now he would be furious. He'd made it very clear that anyone who used their ass for anything but shitting was sick. There had been a time when she believed him, but not anymore. She had talked to her neighbor about it. Sandra Kennedy and she had become best friends and Sandra told her she and her husband experimented with everything imaginable. Paul fucked her in the ass regularly and she loved it. The blonde had shuddered when she had explained how Brad was about fucking. She had told Bonnie she would never stay with a man like that. No way!
Bonnie's fingers pressed down on her clit. She shook her robe off her shoulders and ground her ass down on the sofa cushion. Hot delicious sensations coursed through her crotch as she frigged her passion button. She spread her thighs wider apart and leaned her head back on the pillow.
She pretended it was Brad's cock pushing in and out of her cunthole. She pretended he was making love to her slowly and sensuously. She pinched and squeezed her huge pink-brown nipples and pretended it was Brad caressing her sensitive boobs.
She pressed her thighs around her hand as she imagined Brad sucking one ripe tit into his mouth. She gasped at the fantasy of his lips closing over her jiggling nipple and his teeth biting gently on the sensitive spike.
She banged her head against the sofa-pillow and her long straight hair fell over one eye. She could almost feel his lips and tongue and teeth on her tits, going from one to the other until she screamed with lust.
"Oh, fuck me, Brad! Fuck me!" she whispered as she rocked back and forth to meet her fingers.
She forgot all about the brutally selfish fuck he had given her only a half hour ago. She pretended her fingers were his cock and that he was fucking her cunt with tenderness and warmth.
Every plunge of her fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She slid a third finger into her gash and kept one in her asshole. The double penetration was incredibly erotic. She rubbed her fingers over one heavy tit and then the other. She sobbed as her pussy clutched at her thrusting fingers.
Her cunthole automatically sucked in her digits the way it would a prick if she had the right kind of fucking. She moved her thumb over her clit and cried out at the exquisite pleasure shooting up her crotch.
"Oh, honey, it's so good!" she moaned as she rode her fingers. "Give it to me! Give it to me! Oh, you're fucking me so good!"
Sandra had been astonished when she had told her she'd never had her cunt sucked. The blonde told her she had her cunt sucked regularly, if not by her husband by someone else. Sandra was very honest about her sex life. She told Bonnie that one man couldn't satisfy her and she and Paul had an arrangement. She had boyfriends and he had girlfriends. Those were the conditions she set before she accepted his proposal of marriage.
By then Bonnie had been too embarrassed to admit that she had never sucked Brad's cock. Nineteen and she'd never had a cock in her mouth!
She tried to drive the unpleasant thoughts from her mind as she approached her orgasm. She pulled her finger out of her asshole and rubbed her asscheeks against the rough tweed of the sofa.
She wet her free hand with cuntjuice and brought it up to her tits to lubricate her throbbing jugs. She humped her ass back and forth, a low moan escaping her throat.
She thrust three fingers in and out of her buttery-soft slit while she tugged on her tits. She lay flat on her back, one leg draped over the sofa and one on the floor. She slid her little finger back up her asshole and gyrated her hips. Hot smoldering ecstasy shook her body and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came.
"Another minute," she muttered, through clenched teeth. "Another minute and it'll be enough. Oh, God, I'm almost there!"
Her body erupted in a series of spasms that rattled her teeth. She frantically frigged her cunthole while her pussy exploded. Wave after wave of hot pleasure washed over her loins. Low moans escaped from her lips as her fingers continued pistoning in and out of the hot wet cave of her cunt.
She lay back breathlessly when it was over. She slipped into her robe and thought hard about her life. She would have an affair, that's what she'd do. No one could blame her. She'd tried to change her marriage, but Brad wouldn't cooperate. Now she had no choice. Her sanity was at stake. Her physical health and her sanity. But how would she meet men?
Maybe I'll get a part-time job, she thought. That would be one way to meet men.
She decided to read the want-ads the very next day. She had no interest in working, but it would give her an excuse to get out of the house.
Her mind set, for the first time in months she went to sleep with a smile on her face.