Chapter 2

When they had finished dinner and drinks and it was finally time to go, Emily was almost sorry the evening was over. Lightheaded and laughing, she leaned against Jim as they walked out into the clearing again. It was dark now, with an almost full moon reflecting its light off the quiet waters of the river, but it was a warm darkness and the air was surprisingly dry. Drunk with love, as much as with the unaccustomed liquor, she looked back at Jerry and Kim who were standing arm in arm in the doorway of their Winnebago.

"Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson!" she said, waving to them. "Thanks for the hospitality and we'll see you early for fishing!"

"And good night to you, Mrs. Lancer," her son called back. He was grinning crookedly, and she could tell that Jerry too had consumed more than his usual modest amount of alcohol. He was drunk, and right now fishing was the farthest thing from his bride's mind I

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Kim added, and even that slightly risque remark struck Emily funny right then. Starting down the path to their own motor home, she nuzzled closely against Jim and mentioned to him how happy she was that they had decided to stay with the kids later than they had at first planned. Yes, and she thought to herself that Kim wasn't anything like she had painted her at first; she had been an old prude, that's all. And Jim Lancer was a wonderful, handsome, very urbane husband whom she found herself loving more and more with each step she took....

With arms encircling each other's waist, they entered their elegant Winnebago. It was, fittingly enough, a twin of Jerry and Kim's; and it lived up to the color brochures-beautifully decorated with heavy dark paneling, a bright pink-and-orange patterned bedspread and upholstery, traditional vinyl tile floors brightened up by several hand-hooked throw rugs in brilliant colors.

Once inside and with the door shut, Jim drew his copper-haired bride to him before she could reach the light switch. His lips found her lips. She felt herself go limp; then the soft eagerness of his tongue bid for entry into her mouth, and she gently pushed him free as she felt his cock harden against her belly.

"Darling, darling, I love you," she heard herself whisper breathlessly. She fumbled for the light switch, turning on the indirect lamps above the headboards of the queen-size bed. Then she turned to her new husband again, hugging him like a little girl. "I want to be yours, all yours, forever and ever."

"God, you've driven me wild these last few months, sweetheart," Jim groaned passionately against her ear. "And now at last I've got you. I don't know how I managed to hold my cock back."

"You didn't," she giggled. "I made you stop, remember?"

"Yeah, but no more! Tonight it's gonna spit all over you."

Emily placed her forefinger gently against his impetuous lips, cooing softly to him: "Never again will I stop you ... but you'll see, darling. You'll see that the waiting will be worth it!"

"Will be? Now! I can't wait another minute!"

Impatient with lust, Jim Lancer crushed Emily to him again, his right hand searching for the bra strap beneath her low neckline. She giggled again, twisting out of his greedy arms and dancing lightly a step away.

"No, no, not yet!" she teased him. "Let me get ready first. Go into the living room or outside for a minute. When I'm all set, I'll call and you can come in. That's the way it should be!"

"Should be, my ass!" Jim panted, biting his lower lip with anticipation. "I'll just peel those clothes off you like you're a ripe banana, and that'll be enough getting ready! Hell, I've been ready since I first laid eyes on you!"

Emily fluttered her eyelids, cocking her head to one side with a cute mock pout. "Now, darling, this is my honeymoon too. It's something I've long dreamed about ... please let me have my way. And ... , and please don't swear so much."

Jim clenched his fists and teeth with the urgency of his desire to fuck his bride's voluptuous body. "Oh, for Chr ... criminy's sake, make it fast, will you? How much teasing can you expect one guy to take? Especially from his own wife!"

She placed her hands on her hips jauntily, totally ignorant of the level of his frustration. "Enough so that he remembers she is his wife ... and a good wife! And for him to be a good husband!"

"I'm not promising anything!" he laughed after her, watching her lithe, firm buttocks wriggle enticingly beneath the fabric of her terry cloth beach robe as he stepped outside into the balmy night with his cock as hard as a billy club.

The silence was so complete that the sound of his own footsteps on the grass sounded like an army of advancing artillery. From all they had to drink, his vision went blurred when he tipped his head back to pick out the familiar constellations among a sea of stars ten times more dense than he had ever experienced in the city.

His brain shook with pent-up emotion, and he realized how idiotic it was for a man on his wedding night to be out hunting for the Little Dipper instead of having his long, hard cock lodged up inside the hot cunt of his beautiful wife. And being so close to that cunt only made it harder to take. He had fucked plenty of easy girls, but Emily was another matter, the perfect blend of gentleness and challenge, and class! He had pursued that luscious little pussy of hers with all the charm and cunning he had always prevailed until finally it had been he who had put his cock away and surrendered! To think of that! Him! Jim Lancer marrying a girl just so he could fuck her! But that was okay by him, because he loved Emily, loved her with all that was the best in him, and perhaps some of it was because she had held out against him and not let him ram his cock up inside her tight little pussyhole.

Yet despite her resistance to his fucking her, he had been able to detect a latent, wild passion in the woman that seemingly had never been aroused to cock-craving gluttony before. He was certain that once he turned her on to things like fucking dog-style and sucking cock, she would be an erupting volcano! Dammit, he should have ripped her dress off without all this crap, and he would have thrust his cock up into her tight little cunt until she screamed and begged for him to fuck it all the way up to her tits!

In the small, tastefully done bedroom, Emily Lancer unpacked the lacy white negligee she had received as a shower gift and spread it out on the bed. Then she undressed, quickly and completely, carefully hanging up her clothing in the closet or folding it in the bureau drawers so as to show Jim she was a neat and orderly housewife. She even took a moment to appreciate the bouquet of fresh flowers that stood in a colorful pot.

Walking nude around the end of the bed, she caught her reflection in the mirror over the bureau, and a little embarrassed at her own immodesty, she paused long enough to study the image she saw. Her glistening copper hair was long, and when she let it split in back and hang over her shoulders in front, it almost covered her full, round titties. She swept her hair back up again, gazing momentarily at the satiny-smooth white skin of her tits and the dark aureoles making small, perfect accents for her bud-like nipples. She moved slightly sideways, pleased with the length of her legs and the shapeliness of her narrow waist and the full ivory curve of her hips.

Then, faintly embarrassed at her lack of humility, she sat down on the bed and reached for her negligee. The silky red hair of her cunt mound drew her attention as she stretched her arm out for the garment. The curly strands of soft hair highlighted the pink fullness of her pussy-lips; and she could see the tiny pink tip of her clitoris peeking shyly out from the softly rounded flesh of her cunt-slit. My Lord! I must've drunk far too much to be acting like this! she gasped inwardly, shocked by what she considered to be a brazen, almost indecent interest in her own body. She felt so hot! Liquor of any kind had always affected her that way. But perhaps as she loved and desired to please Jim, there was no denying the truth; that she was agitated over what he would do to her with his ... his cock.

Suddenly she bolted upright off the bed, instinctively clutching the negligee in front of her as if it were a defensive shield for her nakedness. The door had burst open, hitting the wall of the room with a resounding crash, and Jim was standing spread-legged on the threshold, the front of his tennis shorts bulging ominously at her! His eyes were blazing with the uncontainable lust which was burning through his hotly pulsating loins, and he moved with slow deliberation across to where his bride stood in wide-eyed trepidation.

"Jim! You ... you promised...!"

Her new husband came closer, shaking his head. "The hell I did," he grinned, and she saw the heavy sag in the front of his shorts bulging obscenely in her direction. What had happened to her darling Jim? It was as if some lusting brute had taken control of his senses! "I can't wait another second," she heard him breathe raggedly. "I don't care! I've gotta fuck you right now, Emily! No more of this funny shit!"

The red-haired newlywed wife cowered back, whimpering with fright as Jim grabbed her arm and swept her into a heady embrace, despite her anguished protests. She was hauled ruthlessly up against the hardness of his desire-stiffened cock, and she could feel the rigid shaft through the thin layer of his shorts and her silken negligee, pulsing like some untamed animal against the tender flesh of her lower belly and fearfully trembling cunt. His eyes were more obscenely glittering than she had ever seen them before, and his mouth was drawn back over his teeth in a grimace of lewd desire.

"Jim! My God, Jim, please! You're drunk!"

"Damned right I'm drunk!" he hissed thickly down at her. "Drunk with wanting to fuck you!" His hands began to explore her naked tits with a rough, unfeeling callousness, clutching and squeezing her soft sensitive body as his lust-swollen cock throbbed excitedly where his loins met hers. She shuddered as he teased the exposed buds of her nipples behind the thin strip of negligee still clutched in her fingers. She groaned, wriggling with fright and shame, but that seemed to make matters worse. As the negligee dropped to the floor and left her entirely naked and defenseless, she could feel his hands pawing over her vulnerable flesh and caressing the tender hillocks of her hotly aching tits. She thought desperately that perhaps if she gave in a little, it would help return him to his senses. She thrust her moist lips against his panting mouth and slipped her wet pink tongue lewdly between his teeth and deep into his mouth. He sucked hungrily on it, his own kisses in return burning her like a firebrand.

"Easy, darling, please be gentle with me...." she whimpered entreatingly into his ear, but Jim was beyond hearing her pleas. There was no verbal response from him, just a deep-throated growl of determination, and he pulled her harshly down on the camper's bed. Emily felt herself falling across the brilliantly colored spread, and then she felt Jim's weight as he crawled up on the bed beside her, hovering momentarily with an evil grin of pure lasciviousness spreading across his alcohol-coarsened face.

"Now! Now, dammit, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"

"Ohhh! No, no, not that way! Don't use those awful words any more!"

"Fuck sweetheart! Fuck, shit, fuck! Fuck you in the cunt!"

"Ohhhh!" Emily cried out in hapless despair. Jim had ruined everything, acting so lewd and dirty this way! All her dreams and fantasies were being shattered like so much broken glass! It wasn't what she had planned!

Jim groaned with the obscene need to finally fuck this warmly throbbing pussy he'd so long been pursuing. The very idea of fucking this classy woman made his cock throb painfully in the tight unyielding prison of his tennis shorts. Unable to control his overwhelming greed for his bride who curvaceously twisted beneath him, he stood up again and began to frantically push his cum-moistened shorts down over his thighs and buttocks. Jesus, he had to fuck her! Right now, before his cock creamed from the thought alone!

The inside of the Winnebago whirled around Emily as she shivered in horrified fascination before her naked husband. She watched as he slid down his shorts and flipped them across the room with one foot.

She found herself staring at his hard fleshy cock with a sudden rising terror, the giant erection which reared from his hairy abdomen looking like a huge fist to her, his bloated, sperm-filled testicles hanging menacingly at its base. But dear Lord, he couldn't put all of that up inside of her the first time!

"No, Jim! Noooooooo!"

"Yes, Dammit!" He levered up over her, leaning over her defenseless body and holding her down against the mattress with one hand while he ran the other greedily over her cringingly naked flesh. He kneaded her succulent titties cruelly beneath hands he seemingly was unable to control, tight swells of flesh protruding in white bloodless ridges between his grasping fingers. His head dipped down to her hotly budding nipples, and he chewed hungrily at their tingling turgid tips until he could taste the sweet resilient body of his bride filling his mouth.

"No, darling ... no, don't do it to me this way!" Emily mewled hopelessly, but her cries fell on deaf ears. Drunkenly Jim held her struggling body tightly against the bedspread, pinning her down with the weight of his heavily panting chest, which tensed upon her like a giant boulder. She could feel his blood-thickened hardness slithering hotly along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh ... closer and closer ... until it was barely inches away from spearing up into her cowering belly, ripping unmercifully up into her tight, so-long-unfucked pussy to pound into her open belly with savage brutality until it inundated her womb with endless streams of lewd white semen...! The visions of her cunt straining wildly under its inhuman girth flashed through her brain with horror and pain, her face contorting in fear and torment as she cried out for her new husband to stop.

Ignoring all of his bride's mewling pleas, Jim squeezed his hips further up between her slender thighs, forcing her legs wider apart and pinning her helplessly writhing asscheeks harshly to the bed. The soft tendrils of her pussy hairs brushed teasingly against his aching cock, inciting him to incoherent ravings of drunken lust. His knees splayed her slim legs wider still, and he ground his muscular pelvis eagerly against her squirming loins, his cock jerking into greater hardness.

"I'm going to fuck you silly," he hissed down at her. "Yeah, I'm going to fuck you. You're my wife now, so you can't play coy any longer! You've been a prick-tease ever since I met you, but damn it, you're going to get fucked now, willing or not!"

"Ohhhh, nooooo!" Emily groaned in misery, knowing she was to be brutally rape-fucked ... rape-fucked by her own husband! God save her!

Jim Lancer drove his hand down between the fear-twisting hollows of her soft inner thighs, madly searching to find the tight elastic snugness of her helplessly cringing cunt. He felt the blunt rubbery head of his cock slip moistly between the sensitive pink lips of her pussy as he directed it with his fingers right up against the wetly pulsating entrance of her tight little cunt-hole. He jammed his rock-hard swollen penis forward with a groan, then lodged it against the fur-rimmed hole of her pussy like a battering ram at the gates of a castle.

"Damn, you're tight!" she heard Jim groan above her. "You weren't kidding. You're damn near a cherry, all right!"

"No deeper! Please don't stick it in me any deeper," she moaned mindlessly up at him, her cunt feeling as if it were bursting at the seams. Her tiny little cunt-lips stretched in a tight oval ring around the thick fleshy shaft of his cock, and involuntarily she tensed her hips as her husband forced his hardness up into her screaming flesh, probing her inner cunt-walls for a way through. He ground his blunt, hard cockhead against her tightly resisting membranes with a slow deliberation, wanting her to know that she was being fucked royally and that her pussy belonged entirely to him.

Emily gritted her teeth together from the agony, and groaned through them as she felt his erection straining at the vainly resisting membranes of her long-neglected pussy-hole. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and she kicked out her legs to try and ease her torture, but to no avail. Jim held her tightly and jerked his hips wildly forward, ramming his relentless cock deeper into her vainly protesting belly until there was a sudden pop inside ... and he slid unimpeded all the way up to her now quivering cervix.

"Arrgggg!" Emily forced air into her lungs and gasped at the pain-filled shock of having been fucked into so cruelly. She could feel him force his way along the sensitive walls of her now wide-split cunt, pushing her resilient flesh before its skewering hardness like a razor-sharp sword slicing through human flesh. She winced tearfully from the excruciating hurt, knowing full well that now there was no escape, no defense from the torment until her new husband had emptied his burgeoning testicles deep up inside her cockfilled pussy. Jim rammed forward again, feeling his throbbing scrotum slap resoundingly against her twitching, uptilted asscheeks. He could feel his innocent bride grinding her naked hips against the bed in a vain attempt to relieve some of his brutal pressure, her legs kicking out in the air on either side of his impaling loins.

"Arrrrrggggg!" she screamed a second time. "Oh, God, you're tearing me apart inside! You're hurting me so much! Stop! Stop, darling, stop!"

But Jim only grinned obscenely as he heard the guttural wail of pain bursting from her constricted throat. He fucked his rock-hard cock deeper and faster up into her warmly yielding cunt-flesh, his stabbing thickness sinking with each demoniacal stroke all the way up into her quivering wet pussy, the warm, tight sheath of her cunt wrapping painfully around it. In that crazed moment of lust and sensation, it almost seemed to the man to be more pleasurable with her squeals and protests-a fitting retribution for all the months she had made him suffer from not being able to fuck her.

"That's right, sweetheart," Jim teased down at his bride. "Scream for your supper!" He flexed again, taunting, "You love fucking, don't you?"

"Uuuuuggg!" Emily yelled piteously. "You're killing me!"

"That's not the right reply, baby!" Jim snickered, fucking even more savagely up inside her quivering pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" the cock-filled redhead cried out. "Ohhhh," then, "Yes! Yes!" Tears Were running freely down her red-flushed cheeks, and she was afraid now of offending him and making him more cruel and brutal than he was already. "Yes, I love it! I love it!!!"

Jim laughed harshly in response to her babbling entreaty, stroking more quickly in and out, fucking her tender, cock-stretched pussy-well harder and faster than ever. He moved his clawing fingers back to grip her smoothly trembling asscheeks, feeling the smooth, satiny skin moist from her involuntary cunt secretions. He pulled her tightly grinding pussy closer to his driving loins, his inward fucks filling the room with lewd, wet smacking sounds that blended obscenely with Emily's continuing moans of torment and humiliation. His own breath was becoming shorter and heavier, spewing out from his tight-lipped mouth in little gasping puffs, and his naked flesh gleamed wetly with beads of perspiration. He felt himself losing the last vestiges of his self-control, and he grunted down at her in frantic eagerness.

"I ... I'm cumming, sweetheart! Fuck back! Fuck your hot little pussy back up my cock!"

But even as he blurted out his climax, the first powerful streams of his hot pungent semen were erupting from the suddenly hotly exploding head of his cock. The liquid torrent seared deep up inside the fleshy well of his moaning bride's cunt-walls, his cream-like cum surging forth with the rolling force of a tidal wave, burning Emily's inner belly with fire and drowning every fractional inch of her finally well-fucked pussy until it rivuleted back out between the lips of her thickly filled cunt. Emily could feel the trickling sensation of his warm, wet sperm as it flowed down the hair-fringed crevice of her thighs and pooled on the clean bedspread beneath her aching buttocks.

And then her husband collapsed over her, his once hard cock deflating rapidly with temporary satiation. Jim fell exhausted across his nakedly crying wife, one arm splayed wide across the bed and his legs like rubber limbs nestled between her open thighs. In the wake of his spent-out emotions, shame and hurt filled Emily's mind, and tears fell like rain from her anguished eyes.

"Why?" she moaned softly to him. "Why, Jim ... why did you treat me like a whore the very first time?"

"I guess ... I guess there's no way to make you understand," he breathed huskily against one throbbing breast. "I guess it's just been building up all this time, and I guess ... I guess I just got sick and tired of all your self-righteous virtue. I was out there having a look at the stars, and it suddenly was too much for me, too much for any man to take, begging for a piece of ass on his wedding night."

"Don't use that kind of language on me!"

Emily hissed. "You wouldn't do or say such things if you really loved me!"

"Of course I love you, sweetheart," Jim responded, feeling a certain bitterness and anger welling up again in his mind. "But I'm beginning to see that all your purity was an act, a smokescreen, hiding the fact that you can't really love me. You can't love any man with your body. You're a stone statue, you're not a woman!"

"And you! You're nothing but a brutal, oversexed animal!"

"An oversexed animal?"

"A ... a sex maniac!"

"A. sex maniac?" Her new husband raised up over her, his face twisting with indignation. He felt his limp penis stirring with new life, rejuvenating into an erection more lusty than the last one. He heard his fearful bride stifle a cry as she felt him push his rehardened cock against her cum-soaked pussy hairs and along the moist pink slit of her now well-lubricated pussy. "A sex maniac, am I? Well, I'll show you just what a sex maniac-an animal sex maniac-does to deep-frozen cunts like you!"

Jim never even gave his bride a chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep in her vagina. He just began fucking her again, slamming in and out of her, his only thought that of flooding more hot cum deep up inside that hotly cringing little belly where it belonged.

He vented his raging, drunken lust and disappointment time after time, spewing her womb again and again with the thick, swirling liquid of his sexual frustrations. All through the night he fucked her, and time and time again she would groan out for mercy, but he would have none of it ... she had asked for it by her snooty holier-than-thou attitude. And ... there was only one way to cure a woman of that disease-fuck it out of her!!!