Chapter 10
Ivy was shocked! Mary married?
Mary called her mother as soon as the marriage was over. She went to a phone booth and called collect. She cried when her mother did. She told her mother she would see her after school on Monday if not before. When the other end of the line seemed dead-from shock-Mary hung up.
She turned and faced her young husband with the tented pants.
"You alright?" he asked, beaming at his young bride.
She nodded.
"Wanna get something to eat?" he asked. He didn't.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Let's get a motel first," he said.
"I thought we were going home," she said.
"We will, if you wanna."
He looked so sad and depressed. She knew he wanted to go to bed. She was a little scared at her acting ability. She would hate to have him get mad at her and leave her out in the middle of the desert.
"I don't know...." she said.
"Let's get something to eat and then we'll decide," he said. He would try to talk her into the motel. Otherwise he would have to wait until he drove the one hundred and fifty miles back ... and then he still would have to wait and be patient. He didn't know if his prick could stand it!
They went into a coffee shop and sat in a booth by the window.
She looked at her diamond ... and her gold wedding band. She was a married woman. She felt like a scared fifteen year old. She was away from home. Wilber wanted to fuck. She was afraid he would find out she wasn't a virgin. She was miles from her mother.
Wilber ordered two hamburgers and two cokes. Heavy on the onions.
Mary had to laugh. Hamburgers on a wedding night? That's what she wanted. Wilber had wanted to order steaks, but Mary didn't like steak. And the thought of an adult, married woman drinking coke? She didn't even like coffee ... She wasn't very adult, really.
"I love you," Wilber said softly.
She stared at his young face.
"If you're scared, we'll go home," he said, patting her hand.
"You don't want to...."
"No, but, I've waited this long. I can wait a few hours more," he said thoughtfully. He would not rush this innocent child.
Mary munched on her hamburger. Somehow, she thought she should be more happy. If she could not act happy now, how was she ever going to fake innocence in bed?
"I'm not gonna hurt you," Wilber said softly.
She nodded sipping her coke.
"I love you so much. You know that don't you?"
She nodded.
They ate in silence.
Wilber paid the bill, and they walked out into the sweet-smelling night.
"You wanna go home, don't you?" he asked. His prick throbbed.
She nodded. She wanted her mother!
Wilber helped her into the car and looked longingly at her round ass. Oh, well, later, he hoped.
They headed west through the starry night.
"I'm sorry," she said meekly.
"That's alright," he said patting her knee.
She saw-by the set jaw that it was not alright. She was going to blow the whole thing, but she couldn't help it. She was so confused.
There was too much to think about. She was too young. Her mother was shocked. The wedding plans down the drain. Her handsome, young husband ... his father ... getting caught blowing her uncle ... her lack of innocence....
She didn't feel like a woman, and she couldn't cope with her emotions.
She put her arm around Wilber's shoulders and kissed him on the ear.
He pushed his shoulder against her young breast. His hand rested on her warm thigh.
She warmed to his touch. Her clit functioned as usual ... and her fuck-loving cunt spasmed. She tongued his ear and kissed his warm neck.
Wilber swerved the car off the main road onto a dirt one that headed out over the silvery sand dunes. The bright moonlight lighted his path to heaven. The stars glittered.
The car bounced along in the darkness. The dash lights showed his firm jaw to have relaxed. He stopped on top of a big sand dune. The heater stopped when the motor did and Mary snuggled close to him.
Wilber took her in his arms and kissed her warmly and passionately.
"Hello, Mrs. Morse," he said softly as he nuzzled her neck.
"Hello, Mr. Morse," she managed to squeak out.
She felt his steady, young hand go to her jutting breast as he kissed her ear. She tingled with desire ... but drew back quickly.
"It's alright now," he whispered hotly.
She relaxed in his arms. This was gonna be tough. She wanted to react warmly, but she had to use a little restraint. She couldn't just rip off her clothes and jump on his cock. No virgin would do that!
"Oh, I want you. I want you," he whispered, nipping down her neck to the fullness of her breasts.
She tightened up against him. "Take off your bra," he coaxed, kissing her hotly.
She did not move. Her clit went mad with desire and her cunt dripped.
"Relax, honey. Put your arms around me. Kiss me...." he said panting.
She did as she was told and wished to God he would hurry up and undress her. She kissed him hesitantly.
His fingers slid up under her satin blouse. Quickly he unhooked her bra and his fingers slid around to the front and touched her small domes.
She flinched and backed off.
He scooted closer to her and kissed her tenderly, impatiently. His fingers released each button down the front of her blouse that shimmered in the bright moon light. He slipped it off, back over her slim shoulders ... with her primly protesting all the way. He removed her white, lacy bra and looked at her young, firm breasts.
"Oh, God!" he said moaning. His hot mouth went to her rigid nipples and he sucked one and then the other passionately. His hands massaged her bare tits and he groaned as he slobbered his hot spit on her touchy nipples.
She nearly had a heart attack when she felt his hot mouth on her bare breasts. She started to swing her pelvis toward him and stopped short. She was having one hellofa time acting shocked, innocent, and primly proper. She wanted to fuck! She sucked in her breath and said to herself ... careful ... not too much reaction ... slow down ... not too forward ... not too passionate ... slow down....
Wilber's hands went to her hips while he kissed her tits. He slid her tight satin skirt down over her firm hips. He lifted her ass up off the seat of the car and dropped her clothes in a shimmering heap. His hot hands caressed her soft, smooth hips and he dropped his fevered face to her damp pussy and kissed and nibbled and breathed his hot breath into her snatch.
She fell backwards on the seat and her thighs shook. She wanted to spread her thighs and let her young husband dig his hot, burning tongue into her slobbering cunt ... but, she kept her thighs clamped together. Her body shook with desire and her hands touched either side of her young bridegroom's heated, nuzzling face.
"Come on, honey, spread your legs," he said tonguing her wet nest.
"No ... that's not nice...." she said, lying.
"Let me eat your cunt and warm you up. It is nice ... and it's alright. We're married!" He tongued the matted, blonde snatch.
"If you say so," she said tautly and spread her legs ... just a little.
His big, strong hands pulled her thighs apart and he crawled between. His mouth opened and clamped over her fluttering clit. His nose was tickled by her wet snatch and he lapped and kissed her slobbering crack. His burning tongue went to her clenching tube and he thrust his wet, saliva-coated tongue deep inside her vagina.
"Oh, Wilber," she said clutching his hair.
Wilber lifted her ass with his hands and tongued her asshole. He snubbed his fiery tongue to her asshole and prodded and stabbed.
She clenched her little button tightly shut and enjoyed his attempts to stick his tongue into her. When he failed, she felt his hot, slobbering mouth slide up her crack to her vaginal mouth. She thrilled as she felt his darting tongue wiggle inside her clutching tube. She moaned her happiness ... but, did not move her hips.
Wilber kissed her flat belly and latched onto her nipple. She felt his hot, throbbing cock snubbed to her vaginal opening. It took all her will power not to smack her pelvis up to suck up his hard, beating prick. She breathed heavily.
He let go of her rigid nipple and slid up to whisper in her ear.
"You're tight ... relax ... easy ... it'll be alright...." He gasped.
"You're too big ... it hurts ... can't we wait?" she begged.
"My prick's in ... just relax ... I'm goin' up your cunt slow ... DON'T TIGHTEN UP ... IT'LL HURT YOU! Relax ... easy does it ... slow...." He breathed in heavy, laborious gasps.
Just about now, she thought.
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE ... THAT HURTS! GOD, DON'T MOVE! YOUR DICK HURTS!" She cried ... not from pain, but happiness.
"Oh, my darling, my baby ... I love you ... the hurt's all over ... relax ... my darling wife...." He shoved his big dick slowly in and out of her tight tube. His pelvis barely moved as he gently worked his fat dick back and forth in her slobbering, hot furnace.
He kissed the tears from her cheeks and held her shaking body.
She was in agony. She wanted to heave her pelvis up to meet his whang ... but, she lay still and shook with desire, which he mistook as fear. He worked her hole so gently ... so slowly ... so easily ... SHE WANTED TO SCREAM!
As easily as his father had fucked her, Wilber screwed her hole and shot off his heavy load of sperm. No wild screams. No frantic grabbing. Just a steady spray of hot, creamy, soothing cum.
Mary was frantic! She cried in desperation, not fear. She was frustrated.
Wilber slowly pulled his spent whang out of her tight tube and sat up. His deft fingers massaged her gushing slit.
"This'll make you feel better," he said being ever so gentle as he rubbed her slit with his cream. . "It won't hurt so much."
She turned her head innocently into the car seat and cried. Her whole body shook.
"I know you didn't cum," he said. "I couldn't hold back. It'll be better next time, I promise."
"I certainly hope so," she muttered in her head.
Her tears helped release her pent-up emotions, but she really needed a good hard screw to help her completely relax. The whole thing had taxed her will power to the extreme. Next time she could enjoy it instead of faking fear and panic.
She loved the feel of his hand sliding around in her sloshy slit. She knew she had a gem of a husband. He was so good and gentle and he now believed he had taken her cherry ... so soon, she could bounce all over his young body without restraint.
"I'm glad you were a virgin," he said kissing her flat belly. His fingers still massaged her sticky slit. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you."
"It didn't hurt," she whispered.
"I love you for lying to me ... but I felt your whole body flinch ... and you cried. It's alright. I still am sorry I hurt you ... even if you deny it."
Mary smiled to herself. She had pulled it off.
"I didn't want it this way. I wanted you to have satin sheets and a pretty room. I wanted you to have everything to make your first experience a good one...." he said, nibbling on her matted pussy. The smell of his cum filled his nostrils.
"It was just perfect," she said. "I had you...."
Her body shook from the cold desert air.
He pressed his body on hers. "You're cold. And you're damp. God, I hope you're not in shock!"
"I'm alright ... but I am cold," she said, feeling his already hard prick in her sticky slit.
He covered her naked body with his and hugged her tightly.
She felt his stiff dong wiggle as he flexed his muscles. She was delighted!
"Oh, not again...." she said, faking fear.
"Not if you don't want to ... but, it won't hurt this time...."
"I'm still sore...." she lied.
"I'll be gentle...." he said pushing his sturdy dick in ... in.
Damn it! Jam it to me! Fuck me, baby ... I want it harder ... not so damned easy!
His hands slid under her ass cheeks and he gently moved her pelvis to meet his peter. "Move a little ... it gives you more feeling ... I can get my prong into you deeper...."
She let him help her swing into the rhythm of his movements. She sweat from restraint and passion.
"Clamp your legs around my back or butt," he whispered in her ear.
His fingers slid into her ass crack as she put her legs around his pelvis. His mouth went to her tits and he grabbed onto a rigid nipple. His tongue nipped and his tongue flicked. His thick dong slid easily back and forth in her cum-drenched, marshy tube.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"No...." she said.
"Can you cum?"
"I don't ... know...."
"I suppose you don't if you never have...." he said softly, going back to his nipple tugging.
As his dick slowly humped her cunt, his fingers slipped to her fluttering clit. He flicked and tweaked her tiny love bud as he steadily increased his thrusts of cock. His teeth pulled and tugged on her nipples.
Virgin or not ... she had to respond to his work ... she could not help herself ... she had to cum ... and now! She heaved her pelvis upward to his jamming shaft and shot off a fantastic orgasm.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE," She shouted as her body shook and jerked. She slithered around under his slamming dong.
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE," he yelled and jetted his hot, boiling, spraying jism into her madly spasming vagina. He grabbed her tightly and buried his hot, fevered face into her firm breast.
She cried tears of joy at her orgasm. She felt wonderfully happy and relaxed.
Wilber pulled his withered, rubbery dong out of her flooded hole.
"You're crying ... You should not have thrown your pelvis up to meet me with such force. I thought you'd get the idea of how to do it when I moved your ass. Honey, I don't want to hurt you like that. I don't want you to cry when I fuck you. Please ... don't let me hurt you ... I love you too much for that...."
Mary patted his head. "I thought I was doing what you wanted me to," she lied.
"I never want to hurt you. You're so young and tight and inexperienced ... it'll take time ... but, we'll work on it." He smiled down on his naked bride.
"I'm so cold," she said through chattering teeth.
Wilber started up the engine and flicked on the heater. "You better get dressed."
"You're so wonderful," she said honestly to him.
"You are, too," he said and took her naked body in his arms.
"I liked this fuckin' out here in the middle of nowhere ... better than a motel," she said, shaking with cold.
"Why? I just don't understand you. I wanted to give you everything ... and you like this better?" He kissed her naked, cold tit.
She had her own reasons ... like he couldn't see if she bled or not, he could not see her facial reactions, he couldn't tell in the dark if she was faking it or not ... and she had proved to be a good actress.
She told him quite a different story.
"Out here, we're closer to God and nature ... the moonlight, the stars, the cold, brisk air. Sort of like we're in God's own privately constructed haven ... just you and me and nature. No man made room could compare with this ... that God created just for us. The beautiful, shimmering, white sand ... so like a bridal bed ... only so spacious ... and beautiful...."
"The white sand and all these pure things ... just like you ... my virgin bride...." he whispered, kissing her pretty face.
"Oh, my darling, I love you so much...." she said.
And she thought she meant' it.