Carl Van Marcus - The tempted bride

Andy bent down over her prostrate body, and without warning fastened his teeth harshly into the nipple of her right breast. In spite of all her resolutions not to cry out or give them pleasure by letting them know how much she was hurt, she groaned in pain and attempted to twist away from the sudden sharp torture. With her first movement of escape, Andy used his hands – strong powerful hands accustomed to handling reins and recalcitrant horses – to hold her tight down against the cushions of the couch. When she lay acquiescent again, his hands began playing over the softness of her thighs and hips. Now his lips roamed wetly over the whitely palpitating mounds of her breasts, Grace felt an unwanted pleasure coming from his lewd caresses.

"Go to it, boy," Ricky said in encouragement, as he felt a new arousal beginning in him from the sight of the coldly aloof and "holier than thou" young wife being subjected to the gross indignity of being treated like a common street whore.

Andy's lips slobbered over the soft sensitive areas of her body, and although there were moments when it seemed he was being gentle, his hard, cruel eyes were greedy mirrors of his sadistic desire. Impatiently now, he moved his left hand down across her abdomen and used his middle finger to explore her softly quivering cuntal crevice. Grace squirmed down further into the couch, seeking to evade his touch. Andy grinned nastily, then looked over toward Ricky. "That blow job she gave you must have turned her on a little. She's wet between her legs, almost ready to fuck." He teasingly rotated his finger up into the moist, hot furrow of her vagina and was rewarded by a frightened moan of pain. Even before her vagina had grown accustomed to the worming finger, a second one joined the first.

"Oh please! You're hurting me," Grace wailed, hating herself for voicing her pain, for being unable to numb that secret part of her down between her helplessly open legs.

"Shut up, bitch," Andy growled. "When I want you to bark, I'll throw you a bone." In retaliation for her protest, he mercilessly ground his fingers in as deep as they could go into her helplessly spread vaginal opening. Grace bit her lips this time to keep from crying out, but she was unable to keep the tears from welling up in her eyes.

Apparently satisfied that she was as ready as she would ever be, Andy said, "Spread your legs out wider, baby, I'm coming now. You're going to get screwed like you've never been screwed before. You're going to twist and squirm when this prick of mine sinks all the way into your belly. And before I pull it out again, you're going to be screaming and begging for more." He glanced down at her in amusement. She was shocked by his words, the bitch probably never had a man talk to her that way before. And suddenly, he knew that when this one – unlike the hookers and lay-about wives he was used to fucking – started begging, she would actually be begging! He also knew instinctively, had known ever since he saw her cunt making little circles back behind her as she hungrily sucked on Ricky's cock, that she was going to beg. Oh, she would fight it… would do everything in her power to keep from getting with it… but once his prick got inside that tight little cunt, her pussy would get so hot that she would be crying for it. The thought served as a goad and he knew he had to have her now.

Quickly then, he levered up over her, his arms stiff, his powerful hands resting on her well rounded shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies taking the hard pulsating prick between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the softly curling pubic hair and the warm, ripe lips of her naked cunt.

Now that the moment was at hand, Grace turned her head to the side on the couch, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt the first contact against the sensitive outer lips of her fevered pussy. She held her breath, lying absolutely still in utter subjugation beneath him, not daring to breathe… like land before the storm.

Then she felt the first harsh unrelenting pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina; it was at that moment her breath rushed out of her body in one long sustained protest, "Ooooooooh."

Andy grinned cruelly and pushed.

"Aaaaagh," she cried as the huge head slipped through, brutally stretching the tight rubbery opening until Grace was sure that flesh and bones were being split – like the wishbone of a chicken. Suddenly all her good intentions of bravery fled as the pressure continued and built up. "Oooh, God. Don't. You're hurting me. Please. YOU'RE HUR… TING… MEEEEEE." The last was screamed at the top of her voice, as pain forced her eyes open and she saw his cruelly grinning face sadistically looking down at her. He was killing her, she would die right here. Nothing could be more painful or agonizing than this, and what made it even worse was the undeniable fact that the sadistic beast was enjoying her pitiful pleas, was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the barbaric cruelty of his slow relentless penetration of her cunt.

Andy listened with undisguised sadistic pleasure to her abject pleas. He had known ever since he first wormed a finger into the warm damp confines of her pussy that she was going to be hurt because she had the tightest little cunt of anyone he had felt in years. This was prime stuff! She was Goddamned near a virgin, he thought, and not very many peckers had been shoved between those creamy widespread thighs. When he finished with her, she'd throw rocks at that young punk of a husband of hers. Christ! Here she was squealing like a stuck pig and he hadn't even gotten more than his head inside yet; she'd go absolutely ape shit when she felt all ten inches banging on her ribs like a stick being drawn across a metal picket fence.

Abruptly, the cruel smirk on his face faded, replaced by an implacable masque of sheer animal desire. The feral lust was upon him; he could stand it no more, watching this helpless, innocent young wife spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his thickly pulsating cock disappearing like an ostrich into the softly curling hairs of her warm, moist cunt.

He decided to quit screwing around and get down to the fucking. He had to fuck her – had to, right now!

Andy's hard muscular little body fell forward, his weight crushing her firm, succulent breasts hard down against her chest. He thrust his hips forward with one mighty shove and his long sleek cock slid into her open cunt with a savage fury, mercilessly spreading the soft moist flesh of her warm vaginal walls before its lust-hardened head. "Aaaaagggghhhh," Grace screamed, her eyes wide and unblinking in sheer agony. There was no stopping the skinny man, his mammoth cock thrust in with all the force of a battering ram and her vainly resisting pussy opened wide against the barbaric onslaught. Down, down, down it drove until, with a loud groan of lewd delight, his testicles slapped heavily against the defenselessly upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.

"Ohhhhhh, God!" she wailed beneath him. She thought her vagina had been horribly stretched when Jim Meloney had done it to her, but this man – this little jockey – had filled her cunt to the point where it felt as if the handle of a sledge hammer had been shoved into her, as if his plunging cock had ripped and torn and defiled not only her outer parts but her innermost depths. He had lanced into her without mercy, sending a pressure wave of pain roaring before his penis so great that she thought she would lapse into unconsciousness. Now, an infinitesimal second later, his huge throbbing rod lay sunk deep in her belly, and she could feel every hard tiny little ridge pressing tight against the soft, tender walls of her pussy. It was hot, powerful – something incredibly primeval, prehistorically reptilian… frightening in its indestructibility.