Gary Jenkins - The Hesitating Couple

Now… I remember… Faye was already in bed… she said she was tired… and that It was too late. She wanted to wait… until I was sober, before we had it for the first time! God! I lost my temper with her… must have gone completely crazy from wanting her!

Lathering his face, he began to shave, his mind racing on now, to more details.

I pulled the sheet off of her… and there she was… lying there in that see-through nightgown… the one she said she had picked out special for me. What a beautiful… luscious body! Damn! She’s the only woman I’ve ever known that I hadn’t seen completely naked before. I shoved my cock in her!… And she just lay there… asking me to wait… not to do it to her, yet. But, Christ! There she was! She was my wife… and I hadn’t even seen her naked… before. That nightgown just barely covered her… and I could see all those luscious curves… and her breasts sticking up under that slinky material… It just made me want her all the more… right then! Drunk as I was… I had to fuck her! I couldn’t wait!

God damn! He could see her lying there, now, her magnificent body teasing his big cock to throbbing rock-hardness. Drunkenly, he had reached for her; she had resisted him, rolling from his clutching grip and still insisting it would be better for them both, if they waited. It was then he had turned into a savagely snarling beast.

He had ripped the diaphanous nightgown from her cringing body, revealing every detail of her luscious nakedness to his lewd, sex-crazed stare. He saw the firm mounding of her full, white breasts topped with delicate, coral-line nipples, their areolas beginning to pucker in instinctive but unwanted erotic stimulation. His eyes swept down to her narrow waist, her flat belly, its navel recessed, marking a mysterious halfway point to the small, softly curling triangle of golden pubic hair that guarded the gateway to her virginal cunt.

Suddenly, nothing else mattered to him except shoving his blood-swollen, erect and aching cock into her tantalizing flesh. It had been denied him too long, already. True, she was now his wife, and he should be approaching their consummation with tenderness and understanding… knowing that she was virginal, but he saw her, in his drunken stupor, only as a woman, a woman he had to have, right then… like a whore he had bought and paid for. God! He had to fuck her! It was his right!

Faye cringed in terror, as he leered down at her, salaciously, the odor of alcohol on his breath almost overpowering her, and she vainly tried to cover her shameful nakedness; one arm was thrown, instinctively, over her jutting breasts, her other hand tugged at a corner of the sheet to cover her exposed thighs and genital mound.

“Please, Bill,” she pleaded, her eyes glistening with quick tears, let’s wait… for a while…when you feel better… and I-I can get rready for you! It’ll be better… for both of us, then. P-Please, Darling.

God! I didn’t want to be put off… again! I couldn’t say one God-damned coherent word I was so worked up and angry! My cock was so hard…and ached so much… all I could think of was fucking her with it! I must have grabbed her like some rutting animal… and shoved my cock into her… not giving a damn whether she was ready or not!

“Bill…! Bill, darling… be gentle with me! Don’t hurt me…” she begged, in shocked terror, as he had wildly thrown off his clothing and clamped her to the bed. Her eyes had widened with awe-struck horror when she saw the massive hardness of the spearing shaft of his cock jutting out, dangerously, from the hairiness of his loins. Real fear keened through her, as she realized he was going to put that horrendous thing into her tiny, completely untried vagina.

His hands had moved on her body, greedily, rapaciously, kneading and massaging the smooth and tender contours of her beautiful, young body. His cruel fingers pinched at the pink, protruding nipples of her breasts until they stood out firm and erect; then, he had dropped his mouth, hungrily, to them, nibbling and sucking, his teeth, finally, chewing at the crinkled, resilient flesh of her berry-like paps, the tender skin breaking painfully, and the warm, sweet but salty taste of her blood oozed from the open wounds onto his lappingly rapacious tongue.

“Ooh… Bill! NOooo! Not like th-this… please? Not like this… it ruins everything!” she had screamed, pleadingly.

He had heard her, but her screams of out-a raged protest had gone unheeded. There was only one goal in his mind. He had smothered her pain-twisted lips with his own, his voracious tongue lashing deeply into her throat to stifle… the sounds of her moans even as they had begun to form.

She fought me like a tiger… all the way! God damn me for a stupid ass! What was it… in the… that made me so brutal with her? It must have been hard for her to take all of my cock… up inside her… for the first time!

Bill remembered, then, how he had held her terror-stricken and straining body in his arms, pinioning her to the bed, imprisoning her with his superior weight and strength, his heavy-muscled chest bearing down on her, pressing her, helplessly, down into the softness of the mattress.

Her face twisted, grotesquely, in unreasonable horror, as she realized his intent. Disbelief that she was to be a victim of a brutal sexual assault, raped, on her wedding night, knifed into her brain, the vivid picture of what she had expected to happen, now, playing before her eyes like a scene from a grade B monster movie. Her head thrashed from side to side, in her helplessness, her long, blonde hair becoming tousled, wildly, around her face, as she struggled with grim futility under him, and he bit at her neck and shoulders, inflicting new hurts.

Insanely, following the dictates of his passion, he forced himself upon his lovely bride, ignoring her wailing pleas, until they became a mumblingly incoherent stream of unintelligible words in his ears. It was then he had rammed his hard-cock into her and fucked her for the first time God! how he had fucked her animalistically… mindlessly… brutally! Christ! I shoved and pounded it into her… like I was nothing but a fucking machine! I couldn’t stop! I had to fuck her… or else! That’s all I could think of…!

His hand began to shake as he shaved, and he had to stop for a moment, fearing he would nick himself with the razor. I was crazy for cunt… acting like a rutting boar!

Turning, deaf, uncaring ears to her frenzied moans of terror, he had forced himself between her long, slim, white legs, brutally wedging her tapering thighs apart; splaying them obscenely to display her vulnerable, helpless genitals to his gaze, and he fitted his slim hips down between her straining thighs, his pelvis pinning her wildly gyrating buttocks to the bed with the force of his weight upon her.

The softly curling, golden down of her loins had brushed slightly, teasingly, against the sensitive head of his throbbingly blood-engorged cock, and the tantalizing sensations had incited him to further, unintelligible mumblings of uncontrolled, lascivious lust. His muscular legs held her white thighs open, helplessly, to him, as he ground his pelvis into her, trying to find the channel in the moist, coral flesh of her furrowed pussy. Blindly, to no avail, his elongated and hardened prick stabbed, futilely, into the hollows between her desperately squirming thighs, missing the mark he so desperately wanted to penetrate.

Finally, in frustrated exasperation, his hand had reached down between them to-grasp. the massive hardness of his cock by the shaft. Working it in his hand, he had moved the crimson-cowled cock-head up and down her dry, unready slit, until he found the snugly tight on-flee to the tender, young cuntal passage between her legs, palpitating, softly, there, in terror of his unexpected assault. Then, he placed the expanding knob of his cock against the cameo-pinkness of her vaginal opening and rammed, without mercy, into the soft sheath of her very being. With all of his strength, he shoved his lust hardened shaft to the hilt in her, the bulbous head of ft splitting her with tremendous force, her hymen giving way before his onslaught, ripping the fragile tissues to bloody shreds inside her… and Faye was, on the instant, no longer a virgin. It was a painful leap from maidenhood to womanhood. A few drops of her blood trickled almost tear-drop-like down to stain the sheets.