Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"Ah," Dan sighed, "now I know I'm home!"

She stopped begging him to take his prick out of her pain-filled pussy; she knew he wouldn't. He wanted to get his rocks off, and he expected her to help him. She also knew that he wanted her to show passion. She decided to fake it.

"Come on, Katherine," Dan had snapped. "You can do better than that. Make like a mink and give me a fuck I'll remember for the rest of my life."

A fuck to remember…

Slipping her warm arms around his neck, she had mashed her lips against his. She had tried to match his ardor with her own. She tightened her arms around his neck and pressed her hot boobs to his naked chest, and then her hips began to chum and meet him thrust for thrust.

Up and down. Down and up. Trying. Failing. Unable to fuck the way he wanted her to fuck. Unable to surrender.

Their lips parted and their tongues met and wrestled each other, and added more shock thrills to Dan's passion. Then, as his frenzied thrusts warned her that he was reaching his peak, she dug her long fingernails into his back and pulled his sweaty face between her tits. She tightened the lips of her pussy around the throbbing cock that filled it, and a pulse beat later Dan moaned and shuddered his way through a violent come.

Jizz spurted into her cunt. Hot jizz. Sticky jizz. Filling her unresponsive hole full.

His passion satisfied for the time being, Dan had backed his dick out of her pussy. Sperm trickled out to soak the tangled sheet and stain her thighs. He came to a kneeling position between her scissored legs and smiled sourly, then said, "It wasn't any good for you, was it, Katherine?"

She answered him with silence.

He laughed harshly. "You don't have to tell me how it was, Katherine. I can see it in your eyes. The sex act shames you. It's always shamed you." His eyes probed the depths of hers. "Before we were married, your innocent-virgin routine tickled me, but it isn't funny any more. Christ, no husband deserves a…"

"Dan, don't say it!"

A suggestion of mockery lifted one corner of his mouth. "Don't say what – that you're a bum fuck?"

A despairing moan seeped past her lips. "Dan!"

"That's right, you're a bum fuck." He shook his head. "I can't figure you out, Katherine. I thought you'd get over this damn hang-up of yours by the time I got back from Nam, but you haven't. What the hell's wrong with you anyhow? What keeps you from melting? Is it me?"

"No, not you, darling."

"Then what? Is it the act itself?" He watched her closely, shook his head again. "That's it, isn't it? You don't like to fuck."

"I…"

His anger became more pronounced. "Sex isn't ugly, Katherine. Fuck, suck – nothing a man and a woman do to each other is ugly. Only people who think they are – are ugly."

Her own temper had bubbled to the surface. "I don't think we should discuss the subject."

He snorted. "Spoken like a true prude."

She knew she was blushing. "I'm not being prudish. I'm simply trying to…"

He cut her short. "If you're not being prudish, then you must be scared shitless. The thing that bugs my ass is – why? That cum dribbling out of your pussy didn't come from a strange whang. I'm your husband, I love you, and yet you just made me feel like a fucking rapist. It's enough to drive me up the nearest wall. Jesus, can't you accept the fact that there's nothing evil about any sex act?"

"Is pain a part of the act?" she had demanded to know. "If it is, then you just turned me into a complete woman, because I really ache. You went after my cherry like a Goddamn sadist." A moment later her voice became filled with contrition. "Darling, I'm sorry I said that."

He smiled mirthlessly. "Don't be. It's probably the first honest thing you've said to me. Maybe you'd like to call it quits?"

"No, Dan. I love you. I want to be your wife."

"Then prove it by acting like one."

She had tried. A few minutes later. She jacked Dan's cock, coiling her fingers around his sagging shaft and stroking it into firmness, and when his rod was rock-hard, she said desperately, "Teach me to love, darling. Ram that big cock of yours in my pussy and make me feel like your wife! Fuck me, darling, fuck me! Now, now, now."

His voice sounded choked. "I will, Katherine, but you'll have to help me."

"How?"

"By wanting my cock."

She had tried to tell herself that she wanted his meat – to no avail. She had gasped as Dan impaled her cunt with his enormous prick for the second time. She had wriggled her hips, bounced her ass, and she had even locked her legs around his butt to get every inch of his meat into her cunt on the downward lunge, but when she took his second load of cum, there was still no satisfaction.

His cock failed to turn her on.

Dan had sensed it.

"That's that," he had grumbled as he moved out from between her legs and left the rumpled bed. "I can't put the pork to a corpse. Necrophilia isn't my bag."

"Dan!"

Dan's voice slashed at her. "Shut up, Katherine! Damn you, damn you, shut the fuck up!"

Her eyes pierced him; her lower lip trembled. "Dan, I tried!"

Dan sighed disgustedly. "Not hard enough. Let's face it, Katherine, you're a bum fuck."

"Dan…"

Dan had refused to listen. He gathered his dropped clothing and stormed out of the bedroom. A few minutes later she had heard him drive off in the direction of the village, leaving her alone to cry herself to sleep.

Kitten's train of thoughts chugged back to the present. She lifted her head in a keening gesture. She heard nothing but the depressing silence that filled this walled world around her. A sickness ate at her innards; a hint of moisture appeared in her dark eyes. Dan was gone.

I drove the virile bastard away from me, Kitten thought bitterly as she left the mussed bed and padded into the big cabana's living room and turned on the lights. I wish to hell I could have made the prick understand why I feel like I do about sex.

It had something to do with her mother.

It had everything to do with her mother.

And men who fucked like rabbits… and ran the same way.

Men…

"Men are no damn fucking good, baby, and don't you ever forget it," Momma had drummed into her from the time she could remember. "The sorry mammy jammers only want one thing from a girl, and after they get it, they move their big juicy cocks to another neighborhood and leave you holding the shitty end of the stick."

"I don't understand, Momma…"

"You will if I can help it. Hear me out, baby. Men are nothing but a bunch of cunt-hungry freaks. Your late father was like that. He was all animal in the bedroom. He always had a hard-on, and he treated me like a two-bit weed monkey. He forced me to do things I never even heard of. The bastard fucked me in the cunt, in the asshole, he made me suck his cock, and a few times he even forced me to do those same nasty things to his cruddy friends. Straight shit, baby. All your stinking father cared about was his own lousy lust, and to the devil how I felt when I had to satisfy the sorry sonofabitch."

"Momma…"

"A fucking animal, baby. The warped mammyjammer proved it when he knocked me up with you, and then ran out. If it hadn't been for your Aunt Cleo helping my ass out in the pinch, I'd have been forced to give you up for adoption. No, take it from me – don't ever let any snatch-hungry man get the upper hand on your heart."

Kitten's mother had died hating all men.

But not women…

Kitten had fallen asleep in one of the lawn chairs in the back yard that afternoon, and when she woke to the sound of voices, it was pitch dark. There was no moon, no stars; nothing except the distant barking of a dog and the voices that spilled through her mother's open bedroom window. She had known Mother was having Cleo Brill over for the night, but instinct warned her that the two women weren't doing the gossip bit in that bedroom. Curious, she had left the shadows and entered the house on whispering feet, moving stealthily towards her mother's room. A faint sliver of light betrayed the fact that the door was slightly ajar, and now she crept closer and put her eyes to the opening. A heartbeat later her eyes grew large and her lower jaw dropped in surprise, for what she had witnessed was an act of passion between two women… from the beginning.