Stanley Redman - Mark_s wandering wife vol. 1

She'd whimpered against his lips from the brutal mauling of her soft sensitive breast, her eyes blinded with the tears of her shameful and humiliating deception, while deep within she knotted with the dreaded fear of the inevitable moment when he would try to penetrate her virginal passage with the horrendous cudgel pressing hard against her stomach.

Oh, my God, what had she done? What had she done? And then, suddenly, he was leading her to the bed.

"Oh… oh, please, Mark. My God, be gentle…" she'd tried as he moved her around and pressed her down onto the bed before him, quickly placing one knee between her automatically closing legs. "I-I've never… my God! I'm a virgin, Mark!"

He poised himself above her on all fours, only the one leg between hers, and grinned down at her in his lustful drunken state.

"Really?" he said thickly. "Well now that's some phenomenon these days, even for a successfully practicing attorney and future state senator." He chuckled excitedly. "All in your favor though, Darling. At least, it makes me fell I'm getting my money's worth. So… spread them beautiful legs, and we'll change all that."

"P-Please, Mark… My God, be gentle…"

"Spread 'em damnit!" he'd snarled, as if nothing else mattered to him but burying his hard cock inside her chaste tender flesh, and reluctantly she had opened her thighs while he lifted his other leg and planted himself commandingly between the long white columns, his now red-rimmed eyes gaping down lustfully at the pink moist flesh of her slightly opened cuntal lips. Then, he sat back momentarily on his haunches, still staring at the completely exposed sight of her sparse, golden, hair-covered vagina, and as she watched in near-paralyzed fear, he placed his palms flat against the inside of her soft, smooth thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft downy flanges of her cunt. Her breath had hitched in her chest as with a slow, tantalizing outward movement, he drew the gently pulsating lips slowly apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to the mercy of his drunken gaze.

"Christ!" he gasped once more. "Baby, that's the tiniest little pussy I've seen in a long time!"

"M-Mark… Mark, please… don't hurt me…?" she'd begged; the words tumbling pleadingly from her trembling lips.

He'd said nothing, only sucked in his breath and suddenly dropped down onto her, his hands plundering greedily over the soft lush contours of her fear stricken young body, squeezing her full, succulent breasts sadistically, his mouth lowering to chew hungrily at one nipple then the other, while she had writhed painfully beneath him.

"Oh… oh, my God…" she'd moaned beneath his depraved attack. He'd held her imprisoned to the bed with the weight of his strong sinuous body, her head rolling back and forth wildly while his hand sought his prick and jammed the blood-filled head between the moist, tender lips of her vagina, working it up and down briefly to part the soft, sparse pubic hair, and thrusting it forward against the tight, cringing mouth of her reluctant cunt.

Abruptly, her terror had gotten the better of her; she'd tried to scream… couldn't! Then, she'd felt the agonizing pressure beginning. For one brief moment, she'd thought she could endure it, but it quickly became obvious to her that it would never fit. Again, she tried to scream.

He flicked his hips forward.

"OOOOooooohhhhh Godddd, noooo, nooo!"

Her brain reeled, but more from fear than the pain. She'd heard him curse vilely, then he'd pressed into her again, flexing his buttocks with brutal strength, until suddenly it gave. The tight elastic ring of her vaginal entrance had popped open with a snapping, unexpected sound and the huge spongy head slipped wetly inside her with a rush that left her gasping for breath.

"Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhh!"

She flailed her head insanely and tried to get her talon-crooked fingers up to claw at his face with her nails as she'd squirmed and twisted like a madwoman, endeavoring to escape the cruel and agonizing impalement of her helpless cunt.

She'd squealed as might a speared animal thrashing in its final death-throes while he caught her wrists and pinned them back to the bed; she kicked her legs out frantically in a futile attempt for relief, but the move only worsened her position, and he'd sunk his massive prick deeper into her yielding flesh without benefit of mercy while she'd begun to half-screech incoherently from the unbelievable pain. Brutally, his stone-hard cock had bored further and further into her unprepared, virginal passage, expanding the sensitive moist walls until she'd been certain her thighs would split asunder from the outward, relentless pressure… then, his pelvis had smacked resoundingly against her own and she'd felt his balls dangling heavy between the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.

She had tried to speak, beg, anything… but couldn't raise the words from her throat. He had whipped her breath away with his cruel penetration of her unreceptive and unwanting vagina, the scalding pain emitting from it and her whole crotch area assuring her that he had torn her badly, and as the vile, massive thing lay entombed beyond reason deep in her quivering belly, the warm and wet stretched walls of her cunt wrapped like a salved bandage around it, she'd been certain she could feel the blood trickling down the cleft between her buttocks to form a warm, wet pool beneath her on the bed.

But he'd never stopped. Like some mad rapist, he'd never even given her an acclimating moment of adjustment to his sudden invasion deep inside her womb. He'd simply commenced to fuck, plunging in and out of her in the manner of a feral, rutting animal. Half in shock from the pain, as well as the heartbreak, shame and humiliation, she'd gaped up helplessly at his drunken lust-contorted face, trying with all of her heart to fathom what lay beyond that mask as he hammered inhumanly in and out of her. Her eyes had blurred with her tears, but more from the mental anguish as the pain slowly began to subside and she determined that his only thought was to spew his waiting load of white, hot semen deep inside her in the age old heritage of the dominating male animal.

And he had! Again and again that night, he'd emptied his lust-filled loins into her, flooding her belly with the hot white liquid of his passion… but never once waiting for her own need to be fulfilled.

In time, when the pain had passed completely, and her moist tingling passage had flowered open to him, fiery tongues of ecstatic pleasure had begun to lick hungrily at her soft sensitive flesh. Uncontrollably, her whole body had begun an uncontrollable twitching and writhing beneath him and she'd found herself groaning incessantly up into the wetness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with wild and complete abandon deep into his throat. Her legs on either side of his impaling cock had jerked and quivered of their own volition, and she'd drawn back her knees tight against her throbbing breasts, presenting the naked plane of her loins wide-open to his pile-driving thrusts, and he'd ground hard and deep, his cock boring far up into the hidden, never before touched, sanctuary of her womb.

Oh God, yes! She loved him! Would always love him… no matter what he was or what he did to her… She loved him!

At that moment, she had nearly begged him! Her body had screamed for release; he had driven her desire to that point with his liquor-sodden lust; but seconds before she had reached the hair-away pinnacle he had again shot the warm white dregs of his loins into her… then, with a long groan, passed out cold on top of her…

Such had been her wedding night… and all nights she'd ever spent with him since. Now, as she came from the bath to her vanity, once more attired in the provocative sheer negligee, Dianne realized that she loved him no less than she had in the very beginning. Good God, she didn't know why she should… but she did. Perhaps it had become a masochistic thing with her, she thought, picking up the brush and beginning to stroke the heavy cascade of silken blonde-hair.