Chapter 3
Bryan opened one eye. Someone was stirring in the room. He figured it had to be Sally, so he decided to watch her for a moment without her knowing. He saw her moving about at the suitcases which hadn't even been unpacked yet, and then he saw her removing her sweater. The lovely fully rounded mounds of her breasts came into view as she undid the clasp of her brassiere in the half-light of the room. The shades were still drawn, but there was enough of the morning light coming in so that he could see his new wife quite clearly. He could see the large sensuous tips of her soft young nipples that jutted out raspberry-colored from the uptilted firmness of her breasts. Her skin was a cream-white color, so pale that she looked almost translucent. He never failed to be excited by her beauty, and this time was no exception despite what had happened between them the day before.
Beneath the covers the new young husband could feel his penis stiffening with desire. He wanted her, but he wanted to really have her this time, not the iceberg he'd had before. What a disappointment!
To his great joy, he saw that his redheaded young bride was going to undress completely in front of him. Bryan saw her sliding down her gray slacks first, stepping out of them, and then he saw her white see-through nylon panties rolling off her full hips, moving along the cushiony crevice, over the fully rounded moons of her firm young buttocks.
"Jesus Christ!" he muttered softly under his breath. "What an ass!" He'd always wanted to take a woman that way, back there, and he hoped right now that one day he'd get a chance with his new wife.
She turned as though she were looking for something, and Bryan could see that her features were drawn and she looked as if she'd been crying. She was still beautiful though, there was no doubt about that. . . those long lashes of hers and that pert little nose...those full enticing lips. His eyes scanned her now completely naked body, down along the trim lines of his new bride's rib cage, along the indentation of her waist to the flat little belly with the deeply inset navel. Her thighs were full and firm and there between them, centered like a jewel, was the most beautiful red curl-lined cunt he'd ever seen!
He was naked beneath the covers. Bryan always slept that way, and now he could feel his lust-hardening cock pulsating impatiently up against the covering sheet.
"Hey...what are you looking for?" he suddenly asked, unable to restrain himself any longer.
Sally jumped. She'd been looking for a robe to go down the hall to the bathroom, feeling the need for a cleansing shower after the damp, finger-drenching activity she had indulged in on the sofa. As she whirled to meet her husband's interested stare, Sally realized that she wasn't prepared to cope with him. She wasn't prepared to cope at all! She was still filled with anxiety about the possibility that someone had seen her finger-fucking herself in the living room. It could only have been Jack, or Ella, and she didn't know which would have been worse. She hoped against hope that whoever it was hadn't come into the house, for if they had, she knew she never would have heard them. How could she have let herself go like that? And in her husband's family's house, too!
"I...need something to put on...I'm going down to take a shower," Sally replied in a cold voice left over from her previous feelings about Bryan. She seemed to have forgotten her resolve to try to patch things up, to make things better between them. Now was just not the time, and she felt distinctly uncomfortable because of the way he was looking at her. She tried to cover her nakedness with a blanket as she stood beside the bed, but to her annoyance Bryan tugged it playfully away.
"You look just great to me," Bryan said, mindful of his raging hard-on beneath the covers.
"Well...I don't feel too well this morning, Bryan...really...I think . . . "
"I don't feel too well, either, honey," Bryan said. "As they say in the greeting cards, 'Don't you think it's time you and I got together on this thing'? " He pounded the bed meaningfully with the flat of his palm.
Sally started to turn away, nonplussed.
How could he be so crude? How had she never noticed how insensitive Bryan was?
"I know it was the first time and all, but I didn't expect you to be an iceberg!" Bryan said. He hadn't really meant to take it that far, but he was really getting ticked off by Sally's attitudes. What a way to start out a marriage!
His young bride whirled back around to glare at Bryan who was sitting up in bed now, his hair-covered chest bare and the rest of him hidden by the sheet.
"What do you mean iceberg!" she cried, her eyes flashing wildly. "YOU RAPED ME, YOU FILTHY MONSTER! THAT WAS RAPE! THAT WASN'T LOVE-MAKING!"
Angry in his turn, Bryan replied, "I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER DONE IT BEFORE! HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?"
"Well...I hadn't.. . BUT I KNOW WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE, AND IT'S NOT LIKE THAT! I'M STILL SORE . . . "
"OH MISS HIGH AND MIGHTY WANTS TO BE TREATED WITH KID GLOVES AFTER COCK TEASING ME FOR HALF A YEAR NOW!" Bryan was up and out of bed, his full erection apparent to the fearfully cringing naked girl as he came toward her.
Sally began to cry. "I'm sorry about that, Bryan. I.. . I didn't know . '. . I swear to you...I . . . "
"Oh, fuck it, Sally! Just come on to bed and let's cut the shit!"
"Bryan, don't talk to me like that. I can't stand it!! ! " Her young husband was tugging her back over toward the bed, his hand gripping Sally's arm tightly, raising red marks in the soft white flesh.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sally," Bryan said, mocking the tone of his wife's voice. Her very nearness, though, was sending a chill of excitement through him. That gorgeous, almost untouched body of hers! "Come on," he said. "Stop crying! Come on." He sat the young redheaded girl on the bed beside him, taking her hand as gently as he could and placing it on his rampant hard cock.
Sally screamed and withdrew her hand. "No! NO!" she cried. "What are you doing?"
"Can't you even touch it?" Bryan asked incredulously. "Is it that horrible?"
"No, I didn't say that. I just need time, Bryan. I can't just start right in."
"Well, you led me to believe that once we were married you would just start right in. And believe me, honey, I'm ready for a little taste of startin'! "
Sally twisted away, trying to get up off the bed. Hysterically, she began to sob.
"YOU'RE THE MOST HORRID MAN IN THE WORLD! I'M GETTING A DIVORCE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I DONT EVER WANT YOU TO TOUCH ME AGAIN! I'M LEAVING AND I DONT EVER WANT TO SEE YOUR UGLY FACE OR HEAR YOUR UGLY WORDS AGAIN!"
"The hell you're leaving!" Bryan grabbed Sally back and began to shake her so hard that the young teenager's teeth began chattering. "You're not going anywhere. You're not. . . Miss Frozen Pussy! If your cunt's so tight and so sore, your mouth sure as hell is big enough!" Bryan saw red, the red of Sally's full, pouting lips. All he could think of was doing something to humiliate the little bitch he thought was trying to make a fool out of him. He pushed her roughly back onto the bed, and although she tried to scramble back up, he crushed his naked weight against her woefully trembling body, feeling her soft breasts nudging against him. Her fingernails were scratching at his back and ferociously the angry young husband climbed up, spread his knees to straddle her breasts effectively rendering her almost powerless to move.
"You want to use those lips of yours! Here, use them on this! You'll get used to it eventually. Some chicks even dig it!" And he chuckled lewdly as his thickly bobbing rubbery cock smashed against Sally's horrified face and his dark curly pubic hair ground roughly against her nose. She tried to turn away, but he held her pinned firmly against his lustfully pulsating loins.
"OPEN YOUR LIPS! TAKE IT IN! TAKE IT IN!" he cried.
She swallowed hard to hold back the fear and panic that was straining to burst forth from her insides. "Oh, no, Bryan! Don't make me...don't! I can't, I just can't do it!" But Sally could feel it starting to grow harder already as he rubbed his rigid cock-tip against her lips, the pungent smell burning her nostrils as the smooth penile flesh created shivers of terror throughout her nakedly captured body. She struggled hard to breathe through her nose, but Bryan thought of that too and pinched her nose shut with his fingers, forcing her to open her mouth in a desperate gasp for air. She fought for a long moment, moving her head frantically from side to side, but her new husband flicked his hips forward, sliding the thick blood-filled head of his cock deep within the confines of her helplessly spread young lips. Again she fought, but Bryan tangled his hand cruelly into Sally's hair, already feeling the exquisite wetness of his redheaded wife's mouth beginning to excite him beyond measure, and he held on until Sally was forced to begin a gentle sucking motion.
"OOHHHHH...yes...that's it.. . that's it!" he gasped. Looking down he could see her lips hollowing and expanding with each stroke he made into her wide stretched mouth. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from the humiliated bride's ovaled lips as he drew back, and then disappearing back inside as he slid his throbbingly hot cock gently forward again, easing it in and nursing the pleasure for all it was worth. He began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never quite drawing his pulsating penis all the way out of the trapped girl's mouth, but leaving the thickly rounded tip just inside the warm moistness of her lips.
Bryan's lewdly thrusting cock seemed to grow thicker and thicker with each passing moment, stretching Sally's taut lips until she thought they would snap. She made garbled, strangled noises of protest as the wetly impaling penis slid far down her virginal throat, making her feel as if she would gag at any moment. Tears of utter debasement trickled down her glistening white cheeks as the shaft of her husband's penis slipped in and out of her widespread lips, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate its unwanted entry.
"Don't be so nervous, baby. It'll go a lot better if you relax. Come on, honey, suck, suck!"
Sally wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but there was nothing she could do but lie there on her conjugal bed and receive his lustfully forcing cock into the moist confines of her mouth. She could feel his weight hard and unyielding upon her torso, pinning her down to the bed. Above her, when she opened her eyes, she could see his desire-distorted features, his lustfully glazed eyes, his lips twisted with the agony of his forbidden pleasure.
She had never been more mortified in her entire life. The young girl knew that she would never be the same after this. She could never stay with the man she had agreed to marry, no matter what. And what was more, she could never go back home either. How could she ever look her mother in the eye after such a thing had happened to her? How could she ever look herself in the eye again, for that matter?
Bryan could feel Sally's tongue lathing against the underside of his lustfully engorged cock, and occasionally her teeth would scrape lightly against the tightness of the rigid shaft. He noted that it felt good when that happened, and he began to allow his tingling cock to pull completely out of the young girl's mouth, only to plunge back in again to the hilt, his heavy testicles swinging obscenely against the underside of the redheaded teenager's chin. The large firm mounds of her breasts felt damn good pushing up against his buttocks and the wetness of her mouth surrounded hi almost impossibly hard cock with immeasurable warmth and excitation. The sound of his heavy penis sliding in and out rose in the still air of his boyishly decorated bedroom and as Bryan noted he felt the first signals that he was going to cum. It just felt too good to stop, even though he had planned to take his wife vaginally as well as orally. He wanted to get into that tight little red-trimmed pussy o hers again, but this time it would have to wait. It was too late he just couldn't stop an orgasm like the one he felt building and building inside him. Every muscle was tense and he felt his thighs trembling from the strain of kneeling for such a long time. The tendons of his neck were standing out, and the perspiration from his head and chest was dripping down onto the thoroughly rumpled bed sheets and onto Sally' painfully distorted face.
"OH CHRIST!" he grunted. It was startling, coming on him really strongly and he started to fuck into her mouth harder, unmindful now as before, of the gagging sounds of distress emanating from his pinioned bride's throat. His cock was so hard it felt as if he could break rocks with it! Frantically, he tangled his hands harshly into his wife's long red hair and cupped them under her head to shove her mouth forward to meet the thick stream of his cum.
"AAAAAHHH...AAARRRAANNGGGHHH!" Holding the petrified young girl pinned to his exploding cock, he felt his powerfully projected sperm striking against the roof of her mouth, while Sally whimpered helplessly beneath him left with no choice but to swallow the obscene, white-hot offering. As the last dregs of pleasure left his rapidly deflating penis, Bryan sighed and released his hold on his wife's head, slumping a little as his limp penis began to slip from her thoroughly used mouth. He rested his haunches wearily on her chest for an instant.
"Let me up, let me up!" Sally cried out, at last free to speak.
Bryan obliged now that his lust was satisfied, and rolled limply off her body over to the side, collapsing heavily on the bed beside her.
'That sure was good!" he sighed. "Sure was . . . "
Sally looked over at him with an unbelievable horror, and then as she saw him slipping immediately into a light sleep, she jumped up from the bed, grabbing the blanket and clutching it around her as she ran down the hall to the bathroom. Tears of frustration and anger flowed copiously from her eyes as she turned on the shower full-force and reached for the sponge and began to briskly rub at her skin. Yet the full force of the needle-points of water striking at the outraged surfaces of her naked body seemed to bring out another sensation inside her. Traces of desire were rising to the surface, a desire that she knew now her husband never meant to satisfy. Perhaps he didn't even know how!
"OH GOD! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?" she wondered as the tingling began to grow stronger within her, erasing the vulgar memory of her husband's lewd act upon her body, making her only more aware of her own burning needs. "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?" she sobbed again.
"What's on your mind today, Jack? You sure ain't thinkin' about planting this here crop!" Farmer Olson peered intently into his young farmhand's face, his keen eyes scanning the younger man's features for some sign of what the trouble was.
"Oh, nothing much, Mr. Olson," Jack replied.
"I know you, Jack. Looks like you got yourself another woman for sure. More trouble for you, more trouble for me!"
"Aw, come on! I'm not fixing to get in any trouble this time. I'll pay more attention."
"Pay more attention to your work, boy, and you'll be best off!"