Chapter 1
"Oh, Jeff, don't be so bull-headed. You know we could use the extra money!"
Ally Carson impatiently tossed her mane of black hair and strode across the living room arguing with her husband, on and off, for almost three days and she was getting absolutely nowhere. Crossing her arms in determination, she went on. "I'm sick of hanging around this house all day, and suppose ... well, just suppose I got pregnant? We'd never be able to afford all the bills on what you're making now. But, if I'd already built up a little nest egg, we wouldn't have to worry at all."
Jeff Carson leaned back in his easy chair and stared across the room at his wife, trying to fight down the chuckle that was rising to his lips. Even though he knew his attitude annoyed her, he felt that she was just too pretty to take seriously, especially when she was angry. Despite his best efforts, he could not hold back an amused grin at the sight of her standing before him, her green eyes flashing with sincerity, the generous mounds of her chest heaving under the tight beige sweater she wore. When a woman had a body like that, how could she expect a man to pay attention to her mind too? he wondered. It was difficult enough to keep himself from ripping the clothes off her, much less listen to whatever silly thing she was trying to say.
His eyes roamed hungrily over her beautiful form, lingering appreciatively on the high-set voluptuous breasts whose rose-tipped nipples strained against the thin knit of her sweater. The light fabric clung lovingly to her flesh, covering but not hiding the taut tapering rib cage that narrowed to a slender waist and smooth flat stomach. Below that, her round, luscious hips and buttocks were all but exposed by the short green mini-skirt and the whole lovely vision was completed by long, sun-bronzed legs that a Las Vegas chorus girl would envy. Yes, sir, he congratulated himself, you certainly do know how to pick them.
"Damn you, Jeff Carson," you're not even listening to me!"
Her strident tone broke through his happy reverie and his gaze moved back up to her pouting face.
"Now, honey," he began soothingly, as if calming a distraught child. "I've already decided this whole issue. You're not going to accept the job and that's all there is to it. I'm sorry if I ever gave you the impression that I would consider letting you take a job. Come on," he cajoled, winking at her, "Let's go on into the bedroom. I've got just the thing to calm down your nerves."
Ally gritted her teeth as she recognized his sugary tone of voice. His casual assumption that he would do all the thinking for the both of en them was beginning to annoy her. Before they had been married, she had thought it was fun, the way he treated her like a baby, cuddling and coddling her as though she might break if she tried to do something on her own. But, now, it was starting to wear on her.
Jeff had a job, teaching mathematics at the high school five days a week. He did not understand what it was like to be cooped up in this little house, in this little town, fifty miles away from anyone they knew. It was not that she had minded moving here so that he could get the teaching job, but the fact that she did not know anyone in town only contributed to her boredom. And now ... well, she was tired of being treated like a beautiful, but brainless, fixture in his life.
She wanted to show him that she was capable of doing something by herself and, she guessed, now was as good a time as any to drop the bombshell.
"Jeff, I called the principal this morning," she began, speaking quietly but firmly. "I told him I'd take the job, and I'm starting on Monday. He's even rearranged the hours so we'll both be working at the same time of day."
"But, I told you-" Jeff sputtered angrily, then stopped, realizing it was no use going on. The damage was already done and the principal, as usual, had gotten exactly what he wanted, in this case, Ally's services as his secretary. Angus Cardwell ruled the high school with an iron hand and Jeff had already heard that Cardwell had no qualms about making things unpleasant for those who crossed him. Jeff had hoped that there would be some way to diplomatically turn down his offer of a position for Ally, but now it was too late. They had come to Wilson Crossing just to get this job, and Jeff certainly did not want to mess things up, now that they were two weeks into the school year.
Nevertheless, he wished that Ally would stay in her place and a woman's place was in the home. He felt his anger beginning to rise again at the thought of his wife's audacity in disobeying his explicit wishes. He would have to think of some way to teach her a lesson, he decided.
"Jeff, are you mad at me?" she asked meekly, breaking the ominous silence that had filled the room since her unexpected pronouncement. "He said I had to let him know by today ... I-I really wanted it."
"Is that so?" he growled. "Well, I really wanted you to just forget the whole idea. I don't particularly like Cardwell and I especially did not like the way he looked at you the other night when he so graciously took us to dinner and, incidentally, sprang his little job idea on you. If that old lecher thinks you're going to do anything but secretarial work for him, I'll knock his teeth in!"
Ally just smiled at her husband's impassioned outburst. He was not acting half as angry as she had been afraid he would. But, then, she thought ruefully, the worst part of Jeff's moods was not his anger, but his frightening capacity for carrying a grudge. Maybe, if she could just make him forget he was angry at all....
"Hey, lover," she whispered throatily. "I thought you were going to calm my frazzled nerves." With cat-like grace, she glided across the room to where her husband was sitting and bent over the chair to nibble on his earlobe. "I hate to bother you but I think I feel a nervous breakdown coming on...."
"Now, don't you try to butter me up," he answered gruffly. "You deliberately did exactly what I told you not to do. I don't see why you want to get a job at all, and certainly not with that old skirt-chaser!" Despite his anger, though, he felt himself automatically responding when her pointed little tongue snaked teasingly into his ear, the sensation sending tremors of excitement all over his body. "Cut that out, you horny little bitch," he gasped as her tongue again flicked into the sensitive aperture.
Aware of the effect she was having on her husband, Ally slipped her hand around him and let it rest on the hard bulge that was already swelling and pressing against the crotch of his trousers. Although she ordinarily found it embarrassing to touch him there, she decided that perhaps this might be a good time to let herself go a little. It would be worth a little unpleasantness if she could just get him to forget that he was angry with her.
Ally could remember only one occasion in the six months of their marriage that she had provoked Jeff into losing his temper, but that one experience had convinced her that it was much easier to agree with him, if it was humanly possible, than to annoy him again. The incident had occurred one night, about a week after they were married. Although she had been a virgin on their wedding night, she had adjusted very well to sex, or so she had thought until that evening. During their honeymoon at the seashore, he had gently taken her maidenhead, then patiently had shown her the delights of physical love. Most of the time, she had been a willing pupil, excited and enthusiastic about the wonderful things she had only heard about before, but never experienced. Nevertheless, she had been shocked at several of the acts he had suggested, but when she adamantly refused, he had never forced the issue-until this night.
That evening, he had gone out by himself and, when he returned an hour later, he brought with him a brightly-wrapped package, a gift to surprise her. But, when she had opened the parcel, she found a black lace nightgown, so sheer that it was practically invisible. At first, she had laughed, thinking it was only a silly joke, but when he had insisted that she wear it that night, she had become angry, then tearful. Only a whore would wear anything like that, she had protested. Finally, he had become furious and stomped out of the honeymoon cabin, returning later without a word of apology.
Ally could still remember how he had sulked for days, refusing to speak or even acknowledge her presence. Actually, it had been two or three weeks before she had been certain that he had gotten over his anger and forgiven her. It had been a disheartening experience for the young bride and she had promised herself to do everything she could not to let it happen again. Nevertheless, she had been as stubborn as he and, when it was over, she was glad she had not given in to him and worn the disgusting thing. She knew she would have felt cheapened for the rest of her life.
Since then, there had been no cause for them to quarrel, until now. Having had a taste of the unpleasant results of his anger, she was willing to try to patch things up before he became sulky again. So, putting aside her instinctive shame at touching his sexual organ, she now softly fondled the slightly-throbbing protrusion under the fabric of his trousers. She could tell Jeff was pleased and excited by her uncharacteristic boldness. Under her tentative manipulations, the bulge was rising to fill her entire palm with its rock hard form.
Suddenly, Jeff grabbed her hand away from its teasing activity at the crotch of his pants and pulled Ally around to the front of his chair. She could see by the smoldering light in his eyes that he had forgotten about her disobedience, forgotten about everything but the nearness of her body.
"Come here, wife," he growled playfully, drawing her closer to him. His free hand reached out and began to slide up the beautiful curve of her thighs, tickling the senstive inner flesh between them.
"Oooooooh," Ally gurgled, jerking forward a little from the electric sensation of her husband's fingertips. She was hypersensitive along the softness of her inner thighs and she knew that Jeff was well aware of the fact. She tingled from his touch and could feel tiny goose bumps rising under his fingers.
Jeff grinned contentedly from his sitting position and continued to stroke his wife's legs, pushing his hand up under her short skirt to brush his fingers tantalizingly over the pubic mound so provocative under the silk crotchband of her panties. Above him, she was wincing with pleasure, her teeth bared with the first signs of sexual arousal. Oh, fuck the job, he thought to himself, the bitch really knew how to turn him on. If she wanted to play, he would be happy to oblige her. As one of his fingers skillfully insinuated itself under the elastic band of her panties, she wriggled her hips, as if in protest, but didn't step away.
"Oh, honey, I'm going to fuck you so good," he breathed as his finger began to rub teasingly over the soft hair-lined lips under her panties.
"Oh, yes, I want you too," she moaned, her eyes now clenched tightly shut, her pelvis executing little jerky motions in spite of herself. She was so excited, even his crude language did not put her off this time as it had so often before. She had sometimes wondered where he had learned to use such words, but she was sure that he must have had sex with other women before they were married. How else could he have been such a wonderful lover? But, she didn't care so long as he wanted her now ... and she had no doubts that he did.
She was almost relieved that he had responded so quickly to her overtures. Since they had come to this town, it had seemed to her that he was away at the school so much of the time. She had been a little afraid that they weren't as close as they were last year when they were both in college and newly married. Now, in the evenings, he was often too tired or too busy grading papers to spend much time with her and they hadn't made love as frequently as they had this summer, after they were married. This worried her, not because she liked it so much, certainly not as much as Jeff seemed to, but because she thought that he wasn't responding to her as much as he did before.
As if to calm the nagging fears that had clouded her mind, Ally leaned over and kissed her husband hard on the mouth. He responded immediately, thrusting his tongue through her open Ups and swirling it around in the warm wet cavern of her mouth. Still, the worry flickered through her mind. His responses seemed more automatic now, as if she had become no more than a habit in the short space of six months. Was the magic going out of their marriage? she wondered. Was Jeff becoming bored with her?
He didn't seem to be now, not with his heated lips pressing so passionately against her own. No, she was just being silly, she told herself, forcing the gnawing doubts out of her thoughts. Impulsively, she darted her tongue deep between his lips, flicking her tongue tip over his teeth and the roof of his mouth.
Jeff turned his head away and smiled up at his wife. "Don't you think it would be a good idea to get rid of some of the clothes, you wanton woman?" he murmured hesitantly. She nodded silently, unable to speak as his hands slid around her thighs and cupped the tight silk-clad mounds of her buttocks. Moving his fingers higher, he caught the tight elastic waistband of her panties and pulled it downward, running his fingers over her bare, satiny skin. Squirming beneath his exciting ministrations, she nibbled passionately at his ear and neck, her hands gripping tightly at his shirt.
Suddenly, she straightened and turned away from him. Crossing her arms, she lifted the sweater over her shoulders and head and tossed it to the floor. Then, with a smile of gay abandon playing over her lips, she unzipped her skirt and kicked it away as it slipped down over her ankles. She could feel his impatience as she slowly reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. The lacy white cups fell away from her rose-tipped breasts and she stood still for a moment to allow her husband to savor the titillating sight of the snowy mounds still jiggling from their burst freedom from the confinement of the brassiere. Then, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and peeled them teasingly down over her full rounded hips and thighs, dropping them on the tiny heap of her discarded clothing. Pleasantly aware of the power of her beautiful young body, she slowly slid her palms down over the smooth curve of her hips, still smiling at her husband. Wordlessly, she lay down on the carpeted floor, inviting him with her eyes and ripe naked body to join her there.
Raising himself from his chair, Jeff began ripping off his shirt and pants. The quiet whoose of his zipper being pulled down aroused her even further.
"Hurry, darling," she whispered softly. "Hurry...." She wiggled her buttocks against the carpet, enjoying the obvious effect of her licentious actions were having on her young husband's body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.
Then suddenly he was on her, his naked body pressed tightly against her, pushing her sensitive flesh down into the soft rug on the living room carpet. "Well, that certainly didn't take long," Ally breathed softly.
"I've been ready for the last ten minutes," Jeff grinned down at her. His hands moved slowly over her breasts and thighs, stopping to tease her breasts, pinching her nipples to tight little buttons, then floating down over her smooth stomach to the dark secret junction between her thighs.
Lifting his head, Jeff ran his eyes once more over her curvaceous body. Even after six months of marriage, her body still excited him beyond belief, and before he met her, he'd always gotten bored with women almost as soon as he'd laid them. Even her face, with its wide sea green eyes and full red lips, looked as though it were designed for sex. He could still remember the day they had met, how he had thought immediately of how much he would like to see his hardened cock locked hotly between those pouting lips. But that was before he found out how really innocent she had been, and how stubborn. Now, his idea was nothing more than a fantasy. Even after they were married, when he had suggested that she suck him with her mouth, she had shuddered with revulsion and loathing at the very thought. Despite that disappointment, he had to admit she had turned into a pretty good lay, he thought proudly, thanks to his patience. His eyes drifted down to the soft pubic curls that covered her pink young vaginal slit. He could see her cunt glistening wetly in the light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like dew on her vaginal lips. She had been so willing today, he thought pensively, bolder than he had ever seen her. Maybe it was time to try another of the ideas she had vetoed on their honeymoon.
Jeff leaned forward and crushed his mouth between her open thighs, his tongue working furiously to suck up all the sweet juices that had dripped from her pussy, his lips brushing against her clitoris in the intensity of his yearning. His wife moaned, but immediately clenched her thighs tightly together to stop him.
"No, darling, don't do that," she whispered firmly. "It isn't right for you to kiss me there. Please, stop, pleeeeeease!" Her tone had become almost hysterical as his face had continued to nuzzle down between her legs. She reached down and grasped his upper arms trying to pull him upward. "Please, kiss me on the lips, Jeff ... not ... not down there."
He didn't resist, knowing from experience that she would only became distraught and angry if he tried to convince her that there was nothing wrong with what he was trying to do. This was the single discouraging flaw in an otherwise perfect sexual relationship. His wife did not try to enjoy, would not even consider the wonderful erotic pleasures of lips against vulva, mouth around penis. He wanted Ally to suck him, wanted to see her lose that cold dignity of hers and go wild with delight when he nibbled on her bud-like clitoris in return. The mere thought of her sweet warm lips wrapped around his thick hard cock made him tremble with excitement. He wanted to cum in her mouth, wanted to shoot his hot white sperm deep into her throat, wanted to feel her throat clenching around him as she swallowed the boiling liquid to keep from choking. Other girls had done as much for him, and done it happily. And, almost as badly, he wanted to thrust his long, agile tongue deep into her honeyed little pussy to stab and dart into her cunt just as he was now plunging his tongue into her mouth.
Even as he imagined what it would be like, he felt her soft naked belly and pelvis grinding against him, deliciously rubbing his swelling rod until it was pulsing, big and hard against her undulating flesh.
"Oh, darling," Ally moaned. "I want you so much."
"I ... I want you too," he answered slowly, reluctant to leave his wishful dreams for the reality of what was happening. The sameness of their lovemaking had undoubtedly begun to wear on him. The original thrill of expectation had been slowly replaced by the knowledge that each time, everything would be exactly the same as the time before, and that any deviation would be met by his wife's horrified refusal. He loved his wife, but the magic was almost gone.
"Is something wrong, darling?" Ally asked softly, wondering why he had suddenly become so quiet and so still.
"Of course not," Jeff lied. "What could possibly be wrong when I have a beautiful wife like you?"
Ally began to tremble with desire, her hips rubbing hungrily against his throbbing maledom. "Please, do it to me, darling," she whispered from deep in her throat. "I need it now...."
Her unexpected request sent a surge of excitement running through him. It was something new to hear his wife actually ask for a screwing. Yes, he realized, a little change was exactly what they needed. Her tremulous plea had set his cock lurching like a nervous stallion.
Ally strained the full length of her body against him, then gently tugged at his waist until he rolled over her body and positioned himself between her wide-spread legs. Reaching down between them, she grasped his fleshy hardness and moved it up and down, parting the soft resilient curls of pubic hair until it fit snugly into the outer lips of her waiting vagina. Slowly again she slid it up and down the entrance to her churning passage until the hotly throbbing tip rested firmly in her quivering cuntal mouth.
"Now, Jeff, now!"
His hips lunged forward, driving the swollen shaft into her wide-spread pussy.
"Ooooooo" she moaned as she thrust her pelvis upward trying to take more of him. His long, thick cock slammed up into her cunt to the very depths of her smooth white belly warm and taut, stretching the hot fleshy sheath with its rigidity, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter with each passing second. He drove unceasingly until his blood-swollen cockhead hit her cervix, and his sperm-filled testicles smacked noisily against the firm round cheeks of her slightly lifted buttocks.
She squealed in rapture as he withdrew and plunged again, and then again, grinding his pelvis into her savagely, feeling her pliant flesh moving under him as she strained to meet each pounding jerk. He tightened the muscles of his buttocks and drove into her again, trying to establish a rhythm. Instinctively following his lead, she labored to clasp every inch of his thick pole with the clenching muscles of her vagina.
"Oh, Jeff, it's so beautiful, so goooooood," she cried out, her mind lost in the dizzying spirals of ecstasy. Her legs opened and closed around his hips as she bucked beneath him, arching her body up so that more of his desire-hardened cock could enter her. She felt totally possessed by him and, at that moment, wanted nothing so much as for him to just take her like an animal: to show her that he was the victor by sheer power in the eternal struggle between the sexes, to make her scream out the agonizing pleasure of her defeat.
Jeff looked down at his wife as she writhed mindlessly on the floor beneath him, her head thrashing from side to side as her fingers clawed at his back and buttocks in an effort to bring him closer. Her lips were moist and parted and from her throat came a long, low wail of pleasure. Like a pestle in a mortar, he worked his cock around and around inside of her, feeling the muscular ridges of her vagina around his smooth sliding weapon as he pounded and crashed into the smooth fleshy sheath. His tempo increased as her legs clamped tightly around his hips, tensing on each stroke to bring him down to her with even more fury. He sensed that she was rapidly approaching her climax as her knees drew up and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly against his ramming member, sucking him deeper and deeper into her, trapping his hardened flesh with unbelievable muscular ripples and twitches.
"Come on, baby," he rasped, clamping down on her bobbing breasts and squeezing them savagely in the heat of his own passion. "Shake it, sweetheart. Move your ass!"
The cruel shock of pain from her tortured breasts almost halted Ally's impending orgasm, but then suddenly it didn't matter at all. The pain changed into another sensation, expanding her arousal, sparking an even greater ecstasy than she had felt before.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oooooooooh...." she began to chant rapturously as her husband's excitedly throbbing penis drubbed savagely into her steaming pussy, slamming against her upturned cervix, his balls smacking heavily against her quivering buttocks. Finally it was too much to bear, and, like a dam collapsing before a flood wave, her mind began to disintegrate before the force of the overpowering sensation that was radiating out from her loins.
With an abrupt deep-throated moan, Ally's body began to vibrate uncontrollably, her legs jack-knifing out and around over his back as her heels pounded wildly against his buttocks. Feeling his wife reach her pinnacle of excitement, Jeff was aware that his cock had begun to expand inside his wife's trembling cunt, growing bigger and bigger until he thought it might burst from the fantastic pressure of lust building in his testicles.
Then, suddenly, Jeff, too, could hold back no longer. The muscles in his buttocks began to tense and twitch as the boiling sperm began to churn up through his bloated balls and jerking cock, exploding out into his wife's spastically clasping cunt. Cupping the round cheeks of her firm young ass closer around his throbbing member, he beat a wild tattoo against her up-thrust loins. Then, with a groan, and a last dying spurt of hot male semen deep up into her belly, he collapsed on her naked, quivering form.
For a while, they lay like that, silently, their bodies trembling together in the afterglow of their ecstasy. Then Ally opened her eyes and looked up at him with a sweet, satisfied smile.
"Oh, Jeff, I do love you so much," she murmured. "That was so beautiful ... it seems to get better every time."
Maybe for you, he thought wearily, as his earlier dissatisfaction began to drift back into his mind. "Sure, baby, it was wonderful," he mumbled. But, he added mentally, it would have been a whole lot more exciting if you could manage to get over your damn hang-ups about oral sex.
He could feel that Ally was beginning to wriggle impatiently, trying to indicate to him that she wanted to get out from under the weight of his body. What's the matter, baby, he thought bitterly, what's your hurry: are you afraid you, might be tempted to do something nasty if you stay around me too long? His returning annoyance was quickly growing to anger as he thought about his wife's selfish and narrow-minded prudishness.
"Darling, I'd better get up now," he heard her meekly suggest. "I ought to get washed and start shopping for dinner."
"To hell with dinner," he growled. "We'll go to a restaurant tonight. I'm your husband and I want you right here!"
Her quiet reasonableness had infuriated him even more. Why did she always have to be so responsible, he fumed, so worried about everything but him. Sure, he wanted a good wife, but every woman should be a little bit of a whore, just enough to really let go when it came to sex with her husband. It was just his rotten luck to land up with a beautiful, sexy looking wife who came equipped with more than her share of puritan virtue.
His limp cock was still nestled snugly in the warm, moist confine of her vagina and, as she struggled to find a more comfortable position beneath him, he could feel the soft, hair-lined opening rubbing against the base of his deflated organ. The exciting friction made it twitch with the beginnings of rejuvenation. Now, she was not only telling him what he could do, he raged mentally, but she was trying to dictate how many times he could do it. Venting the angry frustration he felt, he raised up his hips, then slammed his again hardening cock back down into her already sperm-flooded pussy, feeling the juices seeping out around his balls and down the soft crevice of her open buttocks.
Ally gasped as she lost her breath with the force of his unexpected thrust. There was no longer any question in her mind that something was definitely wrong between them: he had never acted like this before, treating her body as though she were a cheap slut he was paying to have sex with him. Her worries were soon forgotten, however, as his rapidly swelling shaft began to slip in and out of her wide-stretched passage, making her forget everything but the burning hunger that was again kindling in her loins.
Jeff was infuriated as he saw his wife immediately responding to his rhythmic lunges. In his anger, he had wanted to take her against her will, to punish her for denying him the pleasures that were his by right. He wished his cock were hardening in her mouth instead of her cunt, sliding in and out between those full, pouty lips, growing long and hard until she could barely accept the full length of it into her mouth. But then, he thrust the desire from his mind, knowing that she would only refuse again, as she had done every time he had ever asked her to suck him. So, he stabbed into her again, venting his anger, using her body as a mere object on which to gain his own gratification.
A smile of sadistic satisfaction crossed his face as he felt Ally approaching another climax. Pushing himself harder, he fucked into her with more and more power until she was mewling and writhing with passion. Then, suddenly, he stopped....
"What ... what happened, darling?" Ally gasped, her body trembling with frustration. Staring up at him through lust-glazed eyes, she saw that his lips were twisted in a grin of cruel delight. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop, Jeff!"
"Don't worry, baby. You'll get your cock," he chuckled ominously. "We're just going to do it a new way. Turn over!"
Feeling his weight lifting off of her, she unthinking followed his command, twisting around until the front of her body was pressed down into the carpet. "What are you doing, Jeff?" she asked as she felt his strong fingers clamp around her hips, pulling her lower torso up until she was on her knees, her full rounded buttocks waving nakedly in the air behind.
"Just shut up and hold still," he snapped. "For once, we're going to do things my way!" He stared down at her smooth, white buttocks, feeling a wave of lust wash over him at the idea of his innocent young bride kneeling before him like a slave. He knew that she was going to think that what he was going to do was wrong and dirty-and that was just what was going to make it so good!
Ally felt his hands stretching open the twin mounds of her buttocks, spreading them wider and wider apart. The first realization of what he was going to do penetrated her passion-fogged brain. He was going to take her from the back-like dogs did it! "Oh, no, Jeff, not like that!" she protested. "I can't ... it's wrong!" She cringed before his touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks clenching tightly together. She tried to draw her thighs together, but his knees insinuated between them and held them cruelly open.
"Okay, baby, now relax," he whispered. "I'm going to slip it in, nice and easy...."
He moved forward and guided his long thick cock into the entrance of her cunt, then surged into her, pulling her hips back until his loins crushed hard into her buttocks.
"Ooooooooh, Goooooood," Ally cried out as she felt his blunt tipped weapon slam against her cervix. He had never entered her this deeply before. Behind her, she could feel him pushing forward with all his strength, sweeping her buttocks wider and wider apart as he strained to sink it as deeply as he could into her quivering white belly.
She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to keep the long hard fleshy staff from imbedding itself further, but it was no use. Her struggles only seemed to incite him more as her cuntal muscles clasping around him, wet and warm in protest against the unwanted entry, enclosed around him like warm melted butter and made the huge cock throb and grow inside her until she felt stretched and filled beyond all possible imagination.
She felt completely humiliated, kneeling before him in servile acceptance like a slave of old to be used as her master desired. Her face was flushed, her long black hair hanging down to the floor as she unsteadily tried to support herself while Jeff rammed into her harder and harder. Tears of helpless indignation filled her eyes as she tried to imagine what would make him do such a thing, making her feel dirty ... like an animal ... and there was nothing she could do but accept the vile, obscene usage of her body without resistance.
Behind her, her husband's eyes gleamed as he watched the long, hard whiteness of his cock, glistening from her vaginal secretions and his own sperm, pistoning in and out of her trembling behind. He felt his excitement growing stronger than it had been in months as he saw the ragged pink edges of her cunt lips drawing back with each outstroke and then being swallowed in again as he thrust forward driving his rigid cock far up into her velvety depths. He could feel the pressure already building again in his balls and he pumped into her harder, squeezing all around her soft, joggling buttocks. His thick inflated cock ached and burned as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering over his face.
Letting loose of her hips, he reached down under her torso and cupped her full, swinging breasts, crushing their bulk into her chest and pulling her sharply back and down on his rampant prick. He was almost there and he continued to ram eagerly into her with long hard strokes, controlling her body by the pressure of his hands on her breasts and his cock in her tormented vagina.
Her protests had stretched into a long, low continuous whine and he vaguely wondered for a moment if he were hurting her, but he couldn't think about it for long. His body had become a mindless mass of sheer driving lust and he strained for an end to the exquisite sensation, striking again and again into her softest, most vulnerable part.
Through the haze of her humiliation and shame, Ally could feel him growing deep, deep inside her until it felt as though he were going to split her in two. Over and over he moaned, ignoring her cries, babbling incoherently as he slammed into her harder and harder. She felt sweat dripping down from his face onto her defenseless buttocks, running in tiny rivulets down her thighs to the floor. It will be over soon; he's almost there, she tried to comfort herself, as he attacked her body with increased fury.
Suddenly, he threw back his head and, with a soul-searing groan, began spewing his boiling sperm in great jerking waves into the hot open cavern of his slavishly kneeling wife's cunt. She trembled and moaned helplessly before him as he shot spurt after spurt of his excited male cum deep inside her, filling her womb and belly to bursting. At last, he gasped and fell forward, forcing his wife's body down flat beneath him and he lay there on top of her trying to catch his breath.
"Wow!" he finally said. "That was really wild. We'll have to do that more often!"
Ally did not try to disagree with him, but lay silent beneath his panting body, trying to collect her scattered thoughts. Her breasts ached from his cruel manipulations and her vagina still throbbed hotly from his punishing treatment. She was not really angry, but more puzzled and hurt by his insensitive treatment of her. But how could she protest if he had really enjoyed it so much? After all, she rationalized, that was a wife's duty, to sexually satisfy her husband. Still, it didn't seem fair of him to force her to do something that she thought was not quite right ... and what had he meant when he said that they were going to do things his way, "for a change?" Had he really been unsatisfied with their sex life and never told her about it?
"Jeff?" she finally began hesitantly, trying desperately to put her thoughts into words that would not anger him. "Why ... why did you want to ... make love to me ... that way?"
Above her, her husband grinned in lazy contentment. "Oh, I just thought we needed a little change of pace...."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ally felt the weight of his body lifting off her, then heard the sound of his bare feet padding off toward the bathroom. Far from comforting her, his casual statement had only increased her misery and uncertainty. He had taken her brutally, like a wild animal, and then all he had to say was that they needed "a change of pace." She had felt: such need and had not even been aware of his discontent. No, it was cruel and unfair of him to use her like that, she finally decided, and she wasn't going to let it happen again. Who knows what else it might lead to? she thought indignantly.
If only he didn't have so many strange, perverted ideas about sex ... she thought wearily as her exhausted body and mind began to drift into sleep. Unhappily, she curled into the child-like fetal position there on the living room floor and allowed sleep to mercifully overtake her troubled mind.