Chapter 5
Rhonda abruptly came awake; it was as though a switch had been thrown in her body. She was fully aware of everything ... the moonlight streaming in through the windows, the fading echoes of the clock downstairs striking two, the breathing of the man who stood beside the bed.
Perhaps it was the moonlight that made everything seem like it was happening inside a dream, that her mind was elsewhere-confined to limbo. "Rhonda?" Even Rick's voice seemed different, accented.
She turned and looked up at him. In the unreal light he seemed taller, older than Rick. He looked like someone she knew ... but the vaporous quality of the moment refused to solidify. "This man is your husband," a voice in her brain whispered. "Yes ... Rick."
"Good, you're awake." The covers were pulled back and the figure slid into bed with her. She felt his body move in next to hers; then that body was pressing nakedly and urgently against her side. With a sudden tightening of her muscles and a feeling of despair, Rhonda realized Rick had an erection. Against her hip his penis felt different-considerably smaller, but hard!
His voice said, "Well, darling. I'm not really all right. I have this problem which only you can take care of." He moved his penis suggestively up and down against her side.
"Rick, I don't think I can do it again tonight. I'm much too sore. It's so painful."
"Then we shall simply have to do it another way, won't we, pet?" He had taken her chin in his hand and turned her face toward him. His breath had a vaguely exciting hot brandy smell as his lips kissed her eyes closed. His hot wet tongue sought out her ear; she stiffened as it shot into the cavity. The sensation, though strange, was definitely erotic. Rick had never kissed her this way before! Then his tongue was in her mouth, tracing wild abandoned designs against her teeth and inner folds of her lips. This too was exciting in a way it had never been before. She began responding eagerly; once, when he tongue hit his upper lip, she thought: How strange ... Rick has grown a mustache.
"You wonderful creature," he said, just as his hands began moving all over her body. He went first to the flushed bulbs of her breasts, and each individual pore of his fingers seemed minute vacuums tugging at her flesh. He tongue-kissed her again, then his lips fastened-gently sucking-at a place where her gracefully sloping neck muscles joined the top of the shoulder. A tingle of excitement arched along the muscles. He moved her elbow out from the body and his mouth moved down until it was licking and kissing the sensitive flesh on the inner arm and armpit. A moment later, slowly and tantalizingly, his lips kissed their way to the left breast. She felt him there at her nipple, like a thirsty person sucking juice from luscious fruit. Not once, in his gentleness, did he hurt her.
As his teeth teased sensuously at her nipples and his knowing hands kneaded the flesh of her buttocks, Rhonda suddenly realized that her body was reacting ... in a most pleasurable manner. She purred deep in her throat as his lips moved on to her right breast, then to her right armpit, and traced an exciting trail of fiery desire down across her rib cage to her navel. One of his hands left the pleasantly tingling mounds of flesh on her buttocks and began stroking the underside of her knee and the soft inner thigh.
"Ummmm," she purred, as his tongue flickered at her navel. Rhonda wasn't exactly sure when his fingertips brushed against her pubic hair, all she knew for sure was that suddenly he had reached the vagina. She gave a little gasp of fright and flattened her buttocks down into the mattress; his hand was trapped, unable to move. He sought to move his fingers, but her thighs were like a hot flesh vise.
"Rhonda," he said, "open your legs."
"No ... it hurts."
"Daddy will kiss it to make it better."
What had he said? Eh ... what did he mean? Kiss it? "Rick?" she began, but she had her answer in the next moment, for his tongue had left the warm cottony cave of her belly button and marched boldly across the bare plains of her abdomen and into the silken forest of her sparse young pubic hair.
"Rick?" she groaned again, not sure what he was doing. She eased the pressure of her thighs and his hand was freed from captivity. She tensed again as he nuzzled the cheek in the fleece of her pubic mound and used his thumb and forefinger to lightly separate the soft fleshy lins of her vagina. Oddly enough, he was so gentle that she hardly felt his touch, much less pain. Whatever Rick had in mind was totally new and alien and unsuspected to her ... she was apprehensive. He moved his head down to her thigh and kissed it-starting again with that very sensitive area behind the knee, moving upward, ever upward-occasionally taking large sucking erotic bites of the inner thigh flesh into his mouth, and, at other times using his tongue as a stylus to sear flaming trails of desire into her trembling body.
Then his tongue reached the soft protruding folds of her young pulsating pussy. She sat upright, forcing his head away. "No, Rick, no."
"Why not?"
"I hurt there...."
"I'll kiss it to make it better." he repeated softly.
She pulled his head up to breast level. She had to say something and so she took a deep breath and told him the whole story of her mother and her mother's mother and the something that was wrong with them. She told how her mother told her the day before the marriage. "So you must be gentle and not expect too much of me." Even as she said it her mind was reeling with guilt and she felt like weeping. She was not prepared for his sudden bark of laughter.
"What absolute rubbish," he said, inconsiderately. "Look, my little pet, I know a great deal about women's personal problems. What you claim is something that is simply not organically possible. Psychologically possible, yes! We have a name for acute painful sexual intercourse. It's called mental vaginalismus, or more plainly, monosymptomatic hysteria. Get that word 'hysteria', because that's exactly what it is-a form of nervous hysteria."
"I tell you it hurts; it's excrutiating."
"You think it hurts. You've been brain-washed. And I am going to prove it. I am your husband and I will not harm you ... you will answer my questions truthfully."
"I will answer your questions truthfully." She had no will to resist. Her body felt as if it had turned to foam rubber.
"Rhonda, have you ever reached a climax-had an orgasm? Any kind-even from masturbation?"
"No ... I have never masturbated ... to ... completion. It is self-abuse ... sinful."
"I thought so. All right, now lie there ... relax ... and let your body speak to you about how it really feels." He began kissing her breasts again.
His mouth moved away and began nibbling at the small fold of flesh right below her navel. He bit where her hip bones and thighs joined. Her body had begun to purr again. Then his hot angry mouth spread the soft fleecy pubic hair and fastened over the fleshy opening of the vaginal tunnel leading to her womb. A sudden jolt of pure feeling arched through her loins as he began noisily sucking the vaginal lips; it was a gentle vacuum, tugging and caressing the nerve ends.
'Ahhhhh," she crooned softly.
"Aahhhhh!" she repeated, this time loudly, as his tongue began licking the entire length of her open cuntal slit-rimming from anus to clitoris.
"Ahhhh ... oooooh," she gasped, as first his lips and then his teeth found the hard little clitoris. She strained her hips up to his mouth, arching her back and planting her feet in the mattress in an effort to rise and meet him.
"AAHHH ... AHEEEEE!" she screamed, as his hot quivering tongue went boldly into the tunnel of her cunt, moving in and out as though it were a small sure penis. She was aware that her breath was coming raggedly from her taut lips, that she had reached down to his head-not to push him away but to keep him there ... forever! Passion screamed boiling out of her lips, out of her soul.
Oh, how his tongue and lips and teeth all worked together in a fully orchestrated symphony of pure feeling! She could feel things happening down there-wild, uninhibited, beautiful things ... of nerve endings singing and screaming in delight, of muscles flexing and unflexing in joy, of flesh and bones and pores all in harmony. She was revolving her hips in a grinding, circular motion against his avaricious, indomitable mouth.
"Don't stop, Rick. Oh, God ... no ... don't stop, darling!" she panted, for now something else was happening down there. Everything was rubbing against each other-like nylon and wool-throwing off sparks. She had never thought she would feel this; she thought she was incapable of it. And then as though a miracle, she was cumming! She could tell because body and soul were separating.
"Uh ... uhhh? Ahhh ... ah ... ah ... ah?" It was a question, a plea! She raised her buttocks clear up from the mattress and, as she did so, his tongue left her vagina and his teeth and lips clamped hard on her gently pulsating clitoris. She screamed, and she knew she was screaming loudly. "Go on ... Go on. Go!" Now, like desert mirages in midday heat, her womb began to dissolve. Her insides had become roaring cataracts racing and dancing toward the sea ... and their white waters bubbled, raged, boiled, and spurted from her cunt-like torrents from a broken dam-as she screamed again, "I'm cumming!" There was nothing in the universe but that one great pit and pendulum of sensation and release. Her ears heard not, her eyes saw not, her mind thought not. Only the cunt was there-the almighty cunt!-stronger than all her other organs put together, and it screamed out a song of ecstasy that would not be denied. That sweet, intolerable delight stayed with her for ten million eternities, and during it all she lay gasping and thrashing against his voraciously hungry lips.
It finally ended. But not with a bang, but like the slow fading of summer's first sunset. She felt him kiss the warm flooded area between her thighs once more, then his mouth moved back to her hips. She could feel her cum cool and damp on her thighs and buttocks. Then he used his free hand to turn her on her side. He kissed the right buttock, then continued to press her over until she was lying face down. Rhonda didn't resist; her will power had been completely vaporized by the velvet explosion that had only moments ago torn her asunder.
Sensation was slow to return but it did ... and when it did she was aware that he was reverently kissing her smooth oval buttocks. Occasionally he would desist to lick a teasingly sensitive spot at the base of her spine, but he always came back to the soft rounded mounds of flesh to kiss and gently nibble. A warm blazing glow began to spread throughout her anal area as new and recharged blood pounded through the revitalized muscle paths.
She heard him utter as though he were an art connoisseur, "Such untouched beauty ... such a sweet, young little ass ... so supple, so soft and warm, so charmingly shaped and virginal." Now, he gradually changed his activity there. He interspersed his kisses with occasional little bites. They weren't painful-not too painful. She sensed he was getting ready to do something different again, and she knew whatever it was would be heavenly if it were only half as delightful as the thing he had just done. Nothing, however, had prepared her for what came next. His kisses, his nibbling became more urgent. Suddenly, he pushed her legs apart and then knelt behind her. She felt him use his thumbs to spread her soft yielding buttocks wide apart and then ... His tongue was moving again, now licking the inner crevice that joined her vaginal slit below.
Once she had recovered from momentary embarrassment, she thought it was an odd sensation. Not displeasing and not really erotic. His hot wet trembling tongue moved the length of her anal crevice; she felt the first stirrings of excitement when it lingered over the base of her spine again. Then he backed off and down. "Rick," she gasped, as she felt his tongue tip quiver against the tiny puckered anus and then wetly worm its way into it. A forbidden, wicked pleasure shot through her loins. "You mustn't ... It's not right," she groaned.
Now he pulled his mouth away. "Anything is right between a man and a woman-so long as it gives pleasure and not offense. And I know you're having pleasure ... you're a natural for this. Believe me, I can tell!"
"But ... but...."
He laughed. "Butt is right! You have a delightful little butt. And I'm going to make love to you there. I'm going to fuck you there, Rhonda."
"Oh, no, darling, you can't," she protested.
"And why not?"
"It isn't right, darling ... it isn't right...."
He repeated, "Anything is right between a husband and wife." Then he lowered his head again. She felt his hands beneath her hips pulling her belly up off the mattress. She wasn't kneeling except her smooth rounded buttocks waved up in the air. She felt foolish; she felt obscenely naked with her unprotected behind upturned that way. But still, he was her husband and he wouldn't hurt her.
She felt his tongue leave her anus, to be replaced by a finger that probed as if it, too, wanted to enter the tight forbidden passageway and she immediately tensed. Then suddenly, he reached up, grabbed a pillow, and slipped it beneath her stomach to keep her from falling flat again, ... At the same time, the finger back there had begun a gentle little sawing movement against her tightly puckered anal ring. Now he was pressing in tighter, tighter. She winced and groaned, trying to push her belly down into the pillow and abruptly the finger nail was inside her. She was rather surprised. Somehow, she had thought it would hurt, but it didn't. It was, in all honesty, sort of pleasant ... as long as she relaxed!
Now he was sawing continuously-nothing abrupt-always gentle, but always pressing in a bit deeper. She moved her hips experimentally, then discovered the best movement was one using the leg and belly muscles to raise her buttocks back. "That's a good girl," he said soothingly. "Such a good girl, with such a fine little asshole. You'll need next to no instructions ... pure instincts, I wager."
"Rick, you mustn't talk like that," she protested through her soft mewls of pleasure. Her protest was rewarded by laughter from him. Finally the finger was all the way up to the knuckle and his palm was pressing too tightly against her buttocks as he began to make tiny circular motions inside with his finger-almost as if he wanted to expand the opening. She wanted to pass wind, but held back-much too embarrassed. When the finger returned, it seemed much thicker. Then she realized he was using two fingers. "That hurts," she whimpered slightly, knowing it was a lie but feeling she should protest.
"Be calm, my love. It can't hurt very much ... you'll be fine in a second."
Actually, she thought, it really wasn't painful ... but she knew she was being stretched there. She supposed that his two fingers, however, were less than her evacuation; she remembered as a child having wondered how something so large could come from such a tiny opening.
The two fingers were sawing in concert now. She wiggled her ass in the air and she felt her muscles, deep in her belly, milk at the finger. This brought delighted laughter from her husband. "Wait," he said, "until I get in there ... then do it all you want." He took a deep breath, "I knew you were a natural."
Rhonda's thoughts were jumbled. She knew instinctively that this wasn't right. Yet, at the same time, it was exciting. She felt subjugated, completely at the mercy of her husband. She blushed deeply when the pressures became so intense that she farted loudly. The sound was rewarded by a laugh and a hard bite on her right buttock. His two fingers made circular motions in her rectum; it was being stretched ... stretched ... stretched. Now she began to have a compelling urge to have his fingers in there deeper. She pushed back against them, groaning slightly once as she felt his fingernail on the fold of membrane, and tossed hex-head abandonedly from side to side in rhythm with his finger fucking motions.
Then suddenly he removed his fingers. She could feel the rubbery, elastic like ring of her asshole clinging to them-reluctant to let them go. And then, out they came with a wet hissing noise.
She turned her head disappointedly to find out why he had stopped. He was stroking his penis, and she could see the thick white foreskin moving back and forth over the instrument's head. Then he was between her legs. His hands reached beneath her and cupped her thighs-holding them tightly. She felt him move forward until his penis was pressing against the puckered brown rim. She suddenly realized his prick was considerably larger than two fingers ... she wouldn't be able to take it. He should know that! Still, the pressure continued, the prick moving gently, always gently, gradually insinuating its way through the tiny tight opening stretching it wider and wider until finally the head of it was completely in. She was pleasantly surprised, even proud of herself....
Rhonda pressed down with her abdominal muscles and was relieved to discover that part of the pressure had been removed. It was fine ... just fine.
She felt him begin to move in deeper, and all of a sudden-at about the two inch mark-he began to hurt her terribly. She tried to push forward into the pillow but his hand held her thighs captive.
"That hurts," she winced, meaning it this time. "It hurts horribly!" He paid no attention to her ... just continued his inexorable pressure inward.
Now there was genuine pain in the pit of her stomach. Not full vaginal pain, but pain from protesting bowels as the fleshy reaming rod moved deeper and deeper against the normal flow of traffic in the rectum. "It's too big," she whimpered. "Please, stop! Oh, God, darling, please stop!"
Escape was impossible. She was impaled there like a captured butterfly. He was using her body like a wheelbarrow. "Raise up," he ordered.
It was so painful that she would gladly obey any order, just to relieve the pain. She raised her buttocks a bit, and the prick slid smoothly and deeper into her rectum. It moved quickly until suddenly she felt his pubic hair slap hard against her ass.
"Gaaaggh," she groaned. The pain was even more intense because now she was deeply degraded and feeling abused. The excitement had gone-ripped away by the overpowering presence of that hot, pulsating log lodged in her ass.
He began moving in and out like a well-oiled piston. Her asshole made gasping, sucking noises with each movement. "Oh ... hhh," she gasped with each new inward thrust.
He stopped for a moment and Rhonda realized he was panting in delight. He asked, "Do you remember what you did with your muscles a few moments ago? I want you to do it again...."
Rhonda contracted for a moment, then inhaled deeply and at the same time tightened and lifted her stomach muscles.
"Ahhh ... God!" he shouted, his voice gurgling with glee. "Again. Ahhhhh ... Oh, God! Again ... and again! Keep doing it, baby."
Each time, she was rewarded with a joyous shout and a deeper thrust into her clenching anal passage. He sawed in and out of her asshole plunging deep into those softer, darker areas of her being which she had never known existed.
She began to feel a change in her rectum, and in her attitude. She wanted to please her husband. The mere helplessness of her position made it acceptable. She was beginning to experience some masochistic enjoyment from those thrusts, and she knew she could enjoy them even more by rearing back to meet the thrusts. She began doing so and was pleased by his low pitched moan of responding pleasure.
She moved her firm white buttocks in tiny little circles-weaving it in the air. His yelps of contagious enjoyment encouraged her. Gradually, she began feeling a warm glow illuminating her inner bowels. It wasn't possible ... Could a woman reach a climax this way? Nerve ends were beginning to telegraph messages and muscles were vibrating.
She discovered her rectal passage could be tightened two or three times at the apogee of each outward thrust-bringing greater pleasure to her and deeper groans of happiness from him. She flexed her deepest anal muscles against the head of his cock. "Gosh!" was all he said. She suddenly realized, as she tossed her head wantonly from side to side that she was enjoying the cruel debasement. She also realized with a reedy rapid catch of breath, that she could cum like this if she worked at it and concentrated on it.
Now, breathing heavily, her husband pulled the hot throbbing cock all the way out to the glans, then shoved it desperately in as a prelude to the final act and curtain.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned with encouragement and no further pain.
Now, with long hard unending thrusts, he began to batter her quivering buttocks. He gasped like a man who had run a long race. She was being skewered and split right down the middle. And she didn't care! She didn't care! She became aware of a velvet feeling throughout the pit of her stomach. Once again she thought, could it be? Could it really be?
"Eeeee ... aaahhh...." He was making noises like a rusty door creaking open.
"Ahhhh ... ahhhh," she returned, attempting to say, "deeper, deeper, harder, harder," but unable to form words. She was astonished, hopeful and pleased. Her head was tossing back and forth uncontrollably now as the two bodies moved like suddenly insane puppets released from their master's strings.
He murmured incoherently as his hands finally let go of her thighs, and she felt his fingernails cruelly bite into the folds of skin in front of her hips.
Then she felt the one last mighty thrust which drove the swollen rod up to the furthest point it had been; she made her muscles grab hold of it and milk it. The prick spurted, then began twitching as he came deep, deep in the rectum, giving her a love enema. He cried out, and his strangled voice was the thing that triggered her own explosion ... it was a different feeling than before ... much different, deeper, a different set of muscles, nerves and bones crying out their happy defiance of morality and normality. "Ahhh ... aieee!" she screamed, and above her own shouts, she could hear his, "Beautiful ... wonderful ... aaaaahhh."
Some time later as she lay there feeling the velvet and warm satin of her glands and nerves, she seemed to hear a far-off voice saying, "You have been dreaming ... dreaming. You will awaken tomorrow; it will have been a dream about your husband. Tomorrow night you will awaken at the same time and your husband will be your husband. Tonight was only a dream. Repeat please."
Her voice from far away answered, "It was a dream. Tomorrow night I will awaken...."
And once, just before sleep came, she thought she heard the satanic snicker of a truly triumphant male voice and a pair of hot lips reverently kissed her ass.
But, of course, it was all part of the dream ... it had been a dream ... and deep in her mind and heart she felt disappointment that it had only been a dream....