Chapter 6
Gordon returned home, getting in at about 1:30. He had stopped on the way at the Dug Out for a few beers and a few laughs with some of the regulars. He knew he ought to have called his wife to let her know he would be late, but he never seemed to be able to make it to the phone. For one thing, he'd run into a teenaged blonde girl there who'd come up to him breathlessly, introducing herself as Carolyn, his next door neighbor. He only realized when she was up close that of course he had seen her before once or twice in the building, and from a distance at the Dug Out bar.
He'd heard a few things about her, too, and as they sat chatting, he bought her a beer, and thought about what her hot little cunt might be like under the tight jeans that she wore. He had been flabbergasted to learn for the first time and from the young girl's own lips that his younger brother Guy had been seeing a lot of her!
"That rascal," he thought, but his esteem for his brother went up tenfold, and he revised his opinion of the young 17 year old as an innocent greenhorn. Finally, he'd said good night and left Carolyn to go back to the crowd of young people at the back of the bar. He felt funny about the whole incident though, feeling just a bit hurt that Guy had mentioned nothing at all about the girl to him, other than the fact that he'd waited next door until Sharon came home that first day. It wasn't really the kind of thing that it was easy to say nothing about, either, Gordon fumed on his way home and continued to mull over constantly, even as he turned the key in the lock. He's been over there fucking her just about every night, I'll bet! The whole thing made him feel a little old ... just a little bit out of it. After all he was a married man, now ... he was no longer a boy, or even a very young man at the age of 27, who could just do anything he wanted to do!
He resented being made to feel like this, when only a short time before, he had been able to visualize himself in a totally different light. It was all a lark, and he was an easy going guy who worked on a newspaper ... not even very hard, really, but hard enough to keep the job for a while anyway, and he had wangled for himself and all for himself the best piece of tail in town. He'd had to get married to do it, but it meant something to come home to good meals, clean clothes ... all those things that he hated to do himself. So what if he was crabby and grouchy some times ... he figured that Sharon would just simply have to get used to it... that was his personality. Besides, he'd learned from his father that women respect their husbands more if they are not so easy going.
But now as Gordon entered his apartment, he was confronted by darkness. It only served to confirm the feelings he was having ... that things weren't really so hot after all. Looking toward the couch, he saw that Guy was curled up in a ball on the pulled-out bed, sound asleep. He went to the kitchen and saw a rather unappetizing mass of congealed spaghetti and sauce. It had been cold for hours. Where the devil was Sharon anyway?
He went into the bedroom and there whe was ... sound asleep in the bed. He bristled with anger. Tonight of all nights he would have needed a hot dinner and a good looking woman waiting on him. He wanted to screw her, too. Hadn't done it in a while, and tonight he really needed it.
"SHARON!" he cried. "WAKE UP!!"
Sharon jumped up, startled by his shout. She sat blinking in the bright overhead light, her face ravaged by the tears that had seemed never ending as she lay cursing herself and lamenting her actions. She had wailed into the pillow wondering aloud how she could have done such things with her own husband's brother, and recalling her horrible lapse out there on the couch in the living room, she had finally convinced herself that she had indeed gone mad. She had never thought of herself as the kind of girl who could do anything in the least bit unusual in the realm of sex, and now she had already done two things for which she could never forgive herself. Her entire body felt ugly and sinful, and even though she hadn't gone through the lustful scene with Guy out by the refrigerator, she knew that she would have if his shameful orgasm against her had not brought her to her senses.
The young auburn-haired girl shied back from her husband's angry stare. She feared that he could just look at her and tell what had happened. She wanted to run and hide, and realized that she ought to have had enough courage to leave earlier before Gordon got home. But eventually she had fallen asleep after having exhausted herself by crying.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN BED?" Gordon asked. "Where is my dinner??"
"Gordon ... I... I... can't anymore. I'm just too tired ... I... "
"Oh, SHIT, Sharon, I'm not asking for the world! That job of yours is cushy anyway. All you have to do all day long is just sit on your ass and type! What would you do if you really had to do something?" He had turned angrily from her and was hanging up his jacket in the closet. He loosened his tie and warmed to his speech.
"You've been walking around with your lower lip sticking out for days now ... and I'm getting pretty tired of it!"
"Gordon ... you ..." Sharon looked at her husband wide-eyed. She just couldn't think of words to reply to him. His attack was so brutal and so vastly unfair that she was speechless. In addition, she was still stunned by the magnitude of her real transgressions against her husband. And any second she fully expected him to bring that up, too, even though she knew that he couldn't possibly know!
She started climbing out of bed. She intended to get dressed, to leave, to even go home to her mother's if necessary, even though she couldn't stand to admit to her mother that her marriage was already a failure and after only two months! She scuffled beneath the bed with her feet, searching for her slippers.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Gordon asked, turning toward her. He was down to his shorts now, and as he spoke, he bent down to remove them.
"I... I've just got to go out for a while ... I've got to think!"
"THINK? OUT? What have you got to think about!" he said, snidely, his grey eyes steely and cold. "You've never ever thought before ... why would you start now ... and even if you did start, why would you have to go out and do it??"
"YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!! JUST HORRIBLE!!!" Sharon cried.
"Well, you married me, didn't you?" he said. "We're stuck with each other... You're no bargain either, you know!"
Sharon crumpled in a little ball, all tucked in against herself, but through the horrible sting of his words, she began once more to struggle to her feet. She just had to get away from him at any cost!
Gordon watched her, guarding himself from any feeling of pity toward his young bride. He was really fed up, and he hated her crying. She was what was standing between him and his erstwhile freedom and youth. His little brother Guy would be heading west shortly, free as a bird, fucking and hitching his way across the country, and where would he be ... stuck in Blandings with Sharon!
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" he yelled, running over to grab her arm.
His fingers dug sharply into the soft white flesh of his 24 year old bride's arm. She looked up at her husband with alarm, realizing that he fully intended to harm her if she did not cooperate with him. She was suddenly silent, fearfully gaping at the madman she had married, the knight in shining armor who had finally come to rescue her from the fate of remaining single for yet another year. The same man who had so lovingly seduced her, promising her that they would be married if she would let him ... just two weeks before the wedding. And she had, and it had been wonderful, and he had never askd her if she had done it before, and she had never told him that she had ... but only once before with a boy who'd taken her out drinking and then out to the country in his Nash.
All Sharon's hopes were shattering, all the bright future of their marriage and the starry thoughts that used to carry her through the dreary days at work ... all that was gone, as she let Gordon maneuver her up onto the bed.
"DON'T ... DON'T TOUCH ME!" she cried, when she realized that he intended to have intimate contact with her. She didn't think she could stand to be touched by him ... or anyone else for that matter! She just wanted to be left alone!
Gordon sneered nastily down at her, and hurriedly pulled her nightgown up, yanking it over her head and forcing her arms out of it. Forcefully, Gordon turned his frightened bride over onto her stomach, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. He was in no mood to put up with her prissy ways tonight. He felt like something exotic ... something different. He wanted to do something that would satisfy a craving for lewdness that he felt inside him ... something that would reaffirm the excitement and unexpected happenings of his youth!
Kneeling naked now on all fours on the bed in their small apartment, Sharon cringed away from him.
"NO GORDON, NO!" she cried, looking around toward him.
"What's the matter? Most of the time you're acting like you actually want a lay so bad that you can't stand it. Now that I'm in the mood ... what's with you anyway ... getting it somewhere else?" The words were spoken with the sole intention of hurting her pride, for Gordon would say anything to tear her down now ... anything to maintain his upper hand over his nakedly trembling wife.
But from her obscene position on the bed where Gordon had forced her, terror struck deep in Sharon's heart. Wasn't it a woman's place to remain faithful, even if she wasn't being satisfied by her husband? Didn't all those old things about a woman not supposing to really like it, still hold true somehow, even though they were living in more modern times? Didn't she really believe somewhere deep inside her... that her sexual needs were bad... ???
Her mother, and even Ann Saunders, the advice-to-the-lovelorn columnist, advocated waiting until you were married ... and she hadn't even done that! What's more she had been married only two months when she found herself writhing in the arms of her husband's young 17 year old brother! Gordon was pawing her slightly damp naked skin roughly now, as though punishing her for these very sins. Well he's right! she thought bleakly. She had almost committed adultery that very afternoon! But, God, how he disgusted her now... how his hands felt ugly on her body! She wondered just how she could ever have been attracted to him!
Gordon peered down at Sharon's white, wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he would do something that he had never done before. He'd often thought of it though, and as he thought about it now, he bet that little cunt next door had done it, and he bet she liked it too ... maybe she had even done it with his little brother Guy! The thought drove him into a frenzy of lustful competition. He'd be damned if he'd let his little brother be one up on him in that respect!
"Spread those legs wider!., he commanded, his large thick cock bulging with veins that stood out alert on either side of the desire-hardened shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of Sharon's full-rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then, with a perverse smile playing about his thin lips, he bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tiny puckered anus!
"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sharon shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back in her nether crevice. It felt cold and strange and singularly uncomfortable.
"What's the matter? I'm kissing your ass, Sharon. Isn't that what you wanted me to do??" he said crudely.
Sharon groaned. The very idea that he would do such an obscene thing to her made her want to die ... just die right there and there! But she felt completely at his mercy, not only because he was so much stronger than she and his strong hands held her down to the bed, but because she felt truly guilty, and deep down inside she felt that she deserved even this ugliness from him.
Gordon bent forward again and his tongue was flicking teasingly in the crack- of her widespread cushiony buttocks. Sharon felt more ashamed and embarrassed and somehow more naked than she had ever been. She was conscious of every exposed part of her pale, creamy skinned body, her breasts hanging forward and quivering against the sheets of the bed, her quaking legs and thighs, and the shameful under part of her... her hair-covered pussy that pulsed nervously between her fully spread upper thighs.
"Wider!" he ordered cruelly, beginning to really enjoy himself. Gordon withdrew his spearing tongue and peered hungrily at the tight little hole of Sharon's rectum. His wife's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined the moist hair-curled area of her cunt. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her rectum and she realized with alarm that Gordon was worming his finger in back there. His finger was thick and hard and with a sudden sinking feeling Sharon knew that he was going to try to push it all the way up into her cringing rectal passage. She began to try to wiggle away from him as his finger began to turn in the deep rubbery channel of her anus, sliding steadily and thickly forward and then pulling out and pushing back with abrupt jerking motions. "NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!" Sharon bellowed. The pain was horrible.
"Gordon ... GORDON!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!" Sharon tried to straighten her knees out so that she could he down flat on the bed, thinking that perhaps then it wouldn't hurt so terribly much. She just had to get him to stop somehow! But her incensed young husband started pulling her defenselessly quivering buttocks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating kneeling position that forced her vulnerable rear passage wide open to his lewd fondling.
"YOU ARE MY WOMAN AND I WILL DO WHAT I LIKE!" he sneered, getting carried away by the surging sense of power that he felt over his terrified young wife. "I'm gonna fuck you ... fuck you right in this tight little ass of yours ... the one you sit on all day long... !"
Sharon's face paled with fear. "OH MY GOD!" she cried. "What's happening ... what's happening to my life?!!" Tears ran down her cheeks and into the strands of her long reddish brown hair that had fallen forward into her eyes. She was trying now to support herself on her elbows. GORDON .. GORDON .. NO .. NO.. I CAN'T ... I CAN'T!" His obscene words still echoed in her ears, and the young woman's pale naked body trembled uncontrollably. She knew that Gordon was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible and the thought was terrifying.
"AAAAAAAARRRGHHHH!" she screafned as his fingers shoved sharply and viciously forward into her helplessly opened back passage.
"SAY YOU WANT IT!" Gordon suddenly urged.
"WH ... WHAT!!!?" Sharon asked, not believing her ears.
"SAY ... OH DARLING, PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME UP THE ASS ... !!!" his voice went into-a squealing imitation of hers that made Sharon cringe.
"I... I... "
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gordon cried, his fingers abruptly slid out with a small lewd sticky sound, and Sharon's painfully stretched rectal passage felt a blissful relief, yet the young wife felt strangely open and empty back there. Sharon could feel Gordon's hard stomach pressing up against her buttocks as his hands gripped her by the hips pulling her cringing loins backwards toward him. She thought she would faint when suddenly she felt the hardness of his lustful cock moving slowly up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her pussy upward between her trembling buttock cheeks to the base of her spine.
"OH DEAR LORD, LET IT BE OVER!" she moaned.
"That's not what you're supposed to say!" Gordon said softly, his voice all the more monstrously ominous for its lack of volume. He let his hands roam teasingly all over her legs, her hips, her soft belly ... and everywhere he touched, Sharon felt her skin ripple with chills. She whimpered softly wondering if he would ever be finished with her. If this was some kind of hell that would last for an eternity?
"FUCK ME!" she cried, suddenly spitting the lewd words out bitterly. "FUCK ME IN THE ASS, YOU BASTARD!"
In the living room, completely forgotten by the preoccupied couple, Guy lay stone still, staring at the ceiling above his sofa bed. His skin crawled and his mind whirled at the sounds he was hearing from the bedroom.
"Poor Sharon ..." he whispered to himself, "Poor, poor Sharon!" He felt consumed by a terrible guilt-filled torment. Was it his fault that Sharon was in this predicament?
Up until this very moment he had always admired and looked up to his older brother, but now he knew that he would never feel the same about Gordon after hearing his treatment of Sharon. He wanted to run in and rescue the older woman... to get her away from his brother, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. She was his brother's wife after all. And then he also questioned his motives. Was it because he wanted her for himself?
He lay pondering this, aware of his intense emotions involving the wife of his brother, his sister-in-law, she was 7 years older than he was, but it didn't seem to matter. She was a vulnerable, desirable woman. His eyes filled with tears and his fists clenched as he heard the dreadful noises of his -brother and his sister-in-law's obscene coupling.
Gordon's desire-swollen cock slid up to the tiny opening of Sharon's nakedly exposed anus, and its thickness spread the softly yielding crevice of her milk-white buttocks wide. Sadistically, and with a determined expression on his sharply contorted features, he began to rock and push, push and rock, working forward all the time, again pulling her helplessly trapped loins back to him so that eventually the smooth rubbery tip pushed through her anus with a small popping sound, spreading the tight elasticity of his terrified young wife's tightly resisting anal passage.
"NNNNnnnnGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAAHH!" It was like being impaled from behind by a tree trunk! Sharon twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the searing white pain of her rectum, but Gordon's rock-hard cock was sinking further and further into the tight darkness of her virgin rectal passage and to the physical pain, was added a dreadful shame that hurt even more.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHGHGHGH!" she groaned. Sharon felt weak and helpless, as though she would never be able to hold up under the terrible burden of her husband's cruel penetration. She could feel all her insides trying to flee the terrible pressure he was exerting within their moist confines, and she could hear her husband of two months begin to moan out lustfully behind her. The hot touching of his greedy hands on her trembling breasts made her shiver as he began to knead them with a harsh, steady motion.
The tightly clenching efforts of his tormented wife's rectum that sought to expulse his lewdly skewering cock were causing the most wonderful sensations all along the length of it, and Gordon thought it was the tightest, most exciting massage his cock had ever had! It felt every bit as good as he had heard it would, and without further hesitation, he threw his naked body against hers, feeling his blood-swollen penis ramming all the way up into Sharon's wildly tight rectum, pushing the smooth, rubbery flesh in tiny rippling waves before it. Sharon was shuddering and crying out in undisguised agony. She moaned over and over again, knowing that she would never ever be the same after this terrible experience. She could feel her cock-split ass-cheeks being spread wider and wider by her cruel young husband's hands. It had been going on forever ... Her body contorted nakedly in the unfamilar kneeling position and it was an almost alien thing to her.
Surely it wasn't really happening to her? The terrified young bride's face brushed against the sheets and covers of the bed as she was heavily buffeted back and forth, her cries becoming muffled by the bunched up covers. She wanted to faint, but she was too frightened by the events to lose consciousness for even a moment. Behind her, her husband increased the strength of his cruel strokes into her defenseless rectum. His groans filled her ears, and she felt hatred for him welling up inside her besides the pain, as though he were making it grow with every pummeling thrust into her helplessly penetrated bowels.
She thought about the whole thing being her punishment as she heard her husband begin to make lewd comments about her nakedly impaled anus, and some perverse streak in her sent a spark of masochistic pleasure surging through her nakedly impaled loins, mingling startlingly with the pain. It still hurt, yes, but in an entirely different way. Her confused and tormented brain began to create something beneficial from the pain by way of self-preservation. She was being scourged, purged of her sinfulness, her immoral lust. If her husband didn't make love to her, her duty was obviously to remain chaste, not to wickedly masturbate on the sofa, or to eavesdrop on the sinful activities next door! Certainly, she should never have found herself in young Guy's arms ... her own husband's brother!!!
These distorted, contrite thoughts released a flood of desire through Sharon's pain-racked rectum, and she began to coo shamelessly as Gordon continued his merciless ass-fucking.
Behind her, Gordon sensed the difference immediately. He smiled to himself. She liked it ... she actually liked it. The shift of Sharon's moon-like buttocks straining and swaying helplessly up in the air around his hard thrusting cock made him immensely excited, as did the vision of his glistening length of flesh exiting from the tiny ravaged hole of her anus. He let his hands grope under her belly, his fingers finding Sharon's wide-spread hair-fringed cunt-lips with ease. Then he plunged his middle finger upward into the gaping wet passage of her vagina, pulling backwards on the moist tissues inside as he arched upwards with his deeply penetrating cock.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooohhh!" Sharon let the new feeling wash over her... it was totally unlike lovemaking in the ordinary way, and her entire body was readjusting to this new kind of pleasure that was filling her trembling loins. It was giving her an odd kind of release... release from the restraint of an ordinary working housewife perhaps... release certainly from the naive and innocent young bride she had been before! Her pleasure was being achieved in spite of her husband and not because of him, and this thought lifted her spirits and her excitement to even greater heights. "You bastard," she thought suddenly, "You think that you are fucking me... but I'm really fucking YOU!!!"
He just didn't give a damn about her... he was using her now just as he had used her before. But if her body was a tool for his pleasure ... then it could be a tool for her too!
"DO IT" she coughed out. "DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEE!" The wildly fucking young newspaperman laughed out loud, an obscene sound that ended in a gurgle as he felt his semen start its irrepressible journey toward the far end of his wife's tightly contracting rectum. Her anus was gripping at his spending cock spasmodically now, and her vaginal walls were clinging and sucking to his up-thrusting fingers below. He knew beyond a doubt that his prim little wife was cumming too... She was cumming, too!
Sharon thrashed beneath him grinding her teeth and bucking backwards against his rock-hard thighs and belly.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!" she screamed, out of her mind with desire-draining strength of her orgasm. "SPILL IT INTO ME!!!!!! FILL MEEEEEEEE!!!!! FILL ME UPPPPPPP WITH ITTTTTTTTT!" She gasped.
"OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Gordon's white flowing semen spread voluminously in through the nether opening of his writhing young bride's naked belly, racing upward with such tremendous speed that she could feel it ricocheting inside her tormented anal passage.
"ALL OF IT!!!!!!" she cried, shamelessly, "I WANT ALL OF IT!!!"