Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

"Oh, yes, that's good. You're so gentle, darling," Jane breathed beneath him. She moved her hand down to the concave arc between their barely touching thighs and ran her fingertips across the velvety sac of his balls and up his rapidly hardening shaft until he thought he would explode with lewd excitement.

Jane reached up and squeezed the hotly throbbing head, moving her hand over its distended ridge and feeling the warm lubricating fluid seep out and moisten her fingers as she continued jerking him into further erection.

"God, that's good," he moaned and thrust his hand over her jerking fingers, pushing his hard fleshy instrument against the wetly quivering lips of her vagina. She could feel the tip flick slightly as it parted the warmly swelling outer flanges, and she jerked back, startled, with the first upward pressure he exerted between her legs.

"Oh God, Bob, you feel absolutely huge," she cried out, clasping her hands around his rigidly tensed buttocks and urging him on with digging fingers to push completely into her.

He lay outside of her for a prolonged moment, feeling her thighs slowly parting upward and raising themselves slightly toward his hips. Then she writhed beneath him, suddenly wanting the full throbbing length of his prick inside her warmly waiting pussy. Yes, she enjoyed this as much as she had loved anything in her life, and it seemed as though the last few weeks had prepared her for this precious instant and she should abandon her prudish ideas and give herself to whatever he wanted to do to her.

"Oooooh," a long lewd groan escaped from deep in her throat and then she moaned. "Go and do it, Bob. Oh God, it feels so good."

She grasped her hand around his expectantly poised cock and marveled at how enormous it was. She had always been aware of its size, but tonight his large male organ seemed particularly massive and the feel of the hotly throbbing prick expanding in her squeezing hand delighted her. She wished he'd push his hips forward and bury it within the tightly clasping passage of her warm cunt at this very moment! Instinctively, she began massaging the sperm inflated member, rubbing the skin tantalizingly back and forth, but she jerked back again in shock as his body seemed to transform itself into a band of steel tendons that were poised to rip her womb asunder.

"Janie, let me turn around darling, so you can suck my cock, please," he suddenly gritted down at her through tightly clenched teeth.

Jane reared back from his body pressed sidelong against her and looked at his passion-contorted face with utter shock and confusion. She just couldn't believe his request, it seemed too impossible to be true. A short while before she had expected to be eased into lovemaking with a few kind words and some soft gestures, but now he was acting like a wildman and talking to her as though she were nothing more than a lowly prostitute.

"No, Bob!" she cringed, detaching her hand from his heavily menacing erection.

"Please," he breathed out a long disappointed whimper that broke off on a note of irritation.

"No, I couldn't… I just can't. Please make love to me like you were doing before."

"You mean, 'fuck you'," he said with a bitter almost violent ring in his voice and began grinding the head of his hardened prick against the exposed walls of her still warmly dilating cunt.

"Nooooo… g-gentle like you were before," she stammered and her body flinched a useless quarter inch away as he slid his cock down the small forested valley formed by her seething wet furrow until the blunt head of his member was pressed directly on top of the tightly quivering mouth of her vagina. Despite her protesting will, she could feel her hot swollen vaginal lips – whose softly pulsating edges were damp with her own lust juices when he had kissed and toyed with her body only moments before – part slowly and throbbingly like the opening of a flower, leaving her temptingly small cunt mouth completely exposed and vulnerable to him. There was nothing she could do, her body lay open and ready for him. Yes, she thought with a feeling of mounting exasperation and bitterness, he had aroused her – but only so that he could complete his animalistic rape of her body without meeting any resistance. In distaste and detachment, she watched Bob, his eyelids hooded with lust and his nostrils quivering in anticipation, wrap his hand around his stonehard cock as he steadily wormed the blunt bulging head around and around the narrow rim of her small elastic opening; then suddenly with a slight forward jerk, it popped wetly up inside.

"Aaaargh," she whimpered in pain as he heaved deeply and pressed forward, lodging his heavily burgeoning cock a firm quarter of an inch into the narrow clinging channel. Beads of sweat broke out on his upper lip and his eyes focused in a mindless stare on the moonlit tips of her full breasts that sloped out lushly to the sides of her deeply heaving ribcage. With a look of arrogant self-satisfaction, his gaze traveled down to the curve of her waist and over her smoothly flattening abdomen, down to her full widely parting thighs, then back to his long fully erect cock pressuring like a battering ram into her openly spreading vagina. Suddenly, his lips curled with the faint lewd smile of a sadistic conqueror bending over and about to torture his fallen victim.

"Please… please be like you were before," she said, tears spilling out of the corners of her closed eyelids.

His response was an oblivious low animalistic groan that accompanied another effort to plunge his hardened cock deeper into the tightly resisting channel. She felt the blunt tipped end pressurize in slowly but steadily, bringing with it a searing pain that increased the flow of tears streaming silently down her cheeks. The tight moistly clasping walls of her cunt jerked and convulsed around the painfully probing head as though her young body, having a will of its own, was still unsure whether it wanted to suck him in further or force him out. He burrowed gradually in deeper and a wave of unexpected pleasure flashed through her abdomen as his lowering pelvis made its first tingling contact with her soft blondly curling pubic hair. Jane's mind reeled with confusion as she recognized that same warm aching his gentle lovemaking had aroused in her earlier. She felt her womb flower open and her pink stiffening nipples throb as they brushed against the hair on his chest. But then, her eyes flashed open in sudden unexpected pain when, without any prior warning, his hand closed suddenly on one of her ripe succulent breasts.

"Oh God, you're hurting me! Stop!" she hissed, her eyes fastening in disbelief on his harshly clenching fingers as he kneaded the soft resilient breasts with hands he no longer controlled. His palms circled over tight fists of flesh, causing white bloodless ridges to protrude painfully from between his straining fingers. His head dropped to the young budding nipples and chewed hungrily while he held her down with one strong hand, grinding her hips painfully into the sand, and ran the other greedily up and down, under and over the lushly swaying contours of her now violently resisting body.

"Gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you," he muttered incoherently, as though he hadn't heard her at all.

"Oh God, nooooo!" she pleaded through tortured lips as he bit hard at the lewdly stiffening nipples.

She tried to resist, to pull her body out from under him, but in his madness he held her wildly kicking body firmly to the sand. She was imprisoned there by his hands digging into her waist and his heavy stone-like chest weighing upon her breasts. Her face contorted with terror and her head began thrashing from side to side, spilling her long blonde hair out onto the sand in all directions.

"Oh God, oh God, please. Pleeeease. Let me go," she pleaded, her blue eyes flashing wide in disbelief that this was being done to her by her own husband. "No please, no, no, no," she mumbled on when his frantic pawing continued until her sounds became nothing but incoherent mumblings and whimpers.