Gary Jenkins - The Hesitating Couple

Son-of-a-bitch! I fucked into her pussy so hard it even hurt me… a little bit! She just wasn’t ready to be fucked like that! What in the hell I did that for I’ll never know… but I couldn’t stop myself!

He had plunged the lust-inflated head of his cock between the fleshy lips of her cunt, and with a groan of pain and sadistic triumph, had thrust it all the way forward, into the depths of her quivering, white belly. He felt the punished flesh of her cuntal walls as it recoiled before his attack; the extreme tightness of the cuntal sheath around his prick was both delightful and painful, to him, at the same time. Her shrill squeals of pain, as he had spitted her like a live suckling pig, her legs flailing out, wildly, to either side, her hips jerking back and down into the mattress, crazily, to avoid his brutal plunge into her, had only served to incite his insane, sex-inflamed body-mind to further excesses.

The screech of pain from deep in her throat, tumbling, pitifully from her distorted mouth, as his lust-filled, rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper into her warmly tender, unyielding flesh, made of him a wild man, completely unreasoning… crazed with desire. He had withdrawn it, again, immediately, until only the smooth, blood-engorged head remained in the vestibule of her cunt… then, with demonic fury, he had driven his big prick into her, once more, slamming it home so hard that their pelvic bones smacked together, resoundingly and painfully, his thick rod of tumescent male hardness burying itself deep up into the farthest recesses of her vagina, the great cock-head flicking past the mouth of her cervix; the yet unmoistened walls of her unwilling but resilient sexual channel clasped, clingingly, around the length and thickness of his cock, in a mockery of the vows they had exchanged but a few hours before: To rape, debase and obey… only his own base desires!

Bill had not stopped, then; he couldn’t stop. He hadn’t even given her violated genital passage a chance to adjust to the lustful presence of his cock buried so deeply in her belly. He just began to fuck it into her, pistoning in and out of her like a runaway machine. The singular thought in his mindless, rapacious assault was to shoot the hot, thick liquid of his waiting sperm deep up inside her soft, white belly where it belonged. She was his wife… wasn’t she?

I didn’t care a damn about anything! All I wanted to do was cum inside her! I had to make her mine!

He finished shaving; his hands still trembled, and it was not until he dashed astringent lotion on his face that the sting of it indicated he had nicked his face in two places.

“Damn!” he said aloud.

Then, as he combed his hair, he tried, desperately, to remember the rest of the night. What had happened…?

How many times did I fuck her? How long did it take me to satisfy myself…? Was it two hours… three…? I must have kept on fucking… and cumming… until 1 was completely exhausted! Hell… I must have filled her whole cunt with cum!

Try as he might, he couldn’t remember how many times he had fucked her… how many times his aching balls had jetted forth their stream of sperm-filled semen. Only after God alone knew how many times and how long it had taken him, he was, finally, swept with an intense feeling of guilt, as the cobwebs of his drunken stupor cleared enough for him to realize what he had been doing to his darling bride, Faye. I don’t think she got anything out of it, at all… nothing but a lot of pain… probably… I got carried away…!

He had tried to be more gentle with her, as her sobbing, pain-wraked body, beneath him, quaked with emotional horror and the physical hurts he had inflicted upon her. Then, he had tried to apologize for his insufferable actions, but she had turned pain-deafened ears to him, refusing even to speak to him. He couldn’t get any response from her, as she lay, woodenly, under him, her legs wide-splayed, accepting now with stoical silence all that he would do with her… or to her. She was numb.

Faye lay there, looking up at him, her eyes wide open, tearless, because she had cried them all, staring, coldly, through him to the ceiling above. His efforts to get some response from her… some hint of forgiveness or even of understanding, had been to no avail. Her silence communicated only her complete disgust and disappointment.

Good Lord… it was horrible! She looked at me like I was a rattlesnake… and about as contemptible! She must have stayed in one position staring at the ceiling for an-hour… looking right through me… when I tried to talk to her… apologize.. .

Finishing up in the bathroom, Bill walked back into the bedroom and finished dressing. More details kept coming back to him. She was really broken up… over the way I’d treated her!

Finally, after long, long minutes, Faye had broken her silence. “If you’re through using me for a while… I-I’ll get up… and take care of myself…” Her voice was dead, toneless.

“Darling!” he blurted, overjoyed that she had said something to him; although, the biting sarcasm of her words was like a keen blade twisted in his heart. “I know… it must have been awful for you can you forgive me…?”

She lay unmoved, unspeaking She turned her face to the wall.

“God damn it, Faye! Won’t you try to understand? I-I love you… I wanted you! I had to have you!”

Again, her almost sepulchral voice came to him.”… And…is rape… a sign of l-love…?

“Faye, Darling… you’ve got to try to understand me… I’m a man… not a machine you can switch on and off! You’ve been driving me out of my mind… ever since I first saw you! You made it pretty damned clear you weren’t having any casual love affairs outside of marriage… O.K., I bought that! I married you… and-and then… you told me to wait… wait on our wedding night! God! I couldn’t wait… not any longer! I had to take you… tonight!”

“It’s morning, already… the morning after…” she intoned. “It’s the morning after what should have been the most b-beautiful day of our lives… A day… and a night… to remember! I-I’ll remember this… for the rest of my life!”

Suddenly, she rolled to her side, her back to him; pulling the sheet up over her nakedness, she said, “If you’re through with me, now I’ll go to sleep…”

Rage boiled over in him. Her sarcasm had hit to the quick. Grabbing the sheet, he ripped it from her body, exposing the loveliness of her to him, once more.

“Damn you!” he swore. “You’re my wife, now… and by God, you’ll act like a wife! I’ve already had enough of your acid tongue!”

Roughly, he swarmed on top of her, his cock leaping to rigid attention, again. He went on, “… And, I’ll fuck you any God damned time I feel like it… and I feel like it, again!”

God! I must have acted like a real madman!

“Get off of me… You… y-you beast! Monster!” she screamed.

Kicking and clawing at him, Faye tried to fight against any further abuse of her body. Her nails clawed a bloody trail across his chest. It was then he had gone completely berserk!… He grabbed one of her nylon stockings, wrestled her to her stomach on the bed, and while kneeling over her to hold her, securely, he pulled her arms behind her, cruelly and secured them, tying them tightly together to render her helpless in his brutal hands. He grunted with the effort.

“There! Damn you… this’ll teach. you!” he panted.

Weakened, completely overpowered, she stopped struggling; her exhaustion and surrender was complete. Tears of humiliation, heartbreak and pain stained her cheeks.

She was mine! God damn it… I had to make her know that!

All of her resistance gone, now, he pulled her across the bed, still on her stomach, her hips on the edge of the mattress, with her legs stretching out and down to the floor. Wrenching her cramped legs wide apart and reaching down to grasp her hips, under the pelvis, he pulled her up to him; then, with insane fury, he plundered her abused cunt one more time, his big cock racing up the helplessly trembling channel, from behind, as he half-stood, hall-crouched over her smooth, white buttocks. His cruel, taloned hands dug into the pliant flesh, squeezing and massaging it through his fingers, as he drubbed into her without mercy. Mumbling, incoherent words of rage and passion spilled from his lips, while she sobbed out her hatred and shame for the act he perpetrated on her. She was overcome with the debasement and heartbreak of it all.