Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

"Goddamit, I'm going to fuck you good just once if it's the last thing I ever do in my life," Bob came out of his frenzied passion long enough to spit out at her in violent anger. "I'm sick of your little girl ways."

"No. I just…" Jane began and then her mouth fell slack, as though she were too stunned to get the words out.

Yes, he wanted to fuck her until his heavily skewering cock pinned that hot teasing little ass of hers deep into the ground. He was being a little rough, his crazed mind roared on in his lust, but by God she had it coming to her. He had fought with her the entire year of their engagement and then another year of their marriage besides, all over the simple fact that she never really let herself go with him. She hadn't listened to him, and refused to even discuss their problem with him in her naive idea that "one only discusses more elevated matters." Sometimes she would respond to him at first – as she had this evening – but she always drew back into herself at the last minute. That was the part that drove him completely crazy. Jesus, he had come so close to igniting that young delicious body so many times and had been left in frustration so often that his control had been completely destroyed. He just couldn't stand it any more! Well, she was legally his and he was going to take it like he wanted it for a change whether she liked it or not.

Slowly, he pushed the blood-filled head of his cock between the inwardly sucking lips of her cunt and with a groan shoved it forward so that he could feel the warmth of her curling blonde pubic hair tickling against his naked hardness. The tightly clasping elastic rim of her pussy resisted for a moment, then gave away before the hard cruel pressure as the ridge of his cock slipped up into her like a pursuing snake-head. The pain was harsh and she moved spasmodically for an instant beneath him, but he watched without sympathy while she flinched, emitting a long low groan from deep in her throat. He enjoyed that, he liked hearing her moan in pain, and he meant to repay her for each fucking hour they had wasted in aimless walking and idle conversation in the woods. When they could have been screwing like bunnies back in the hotel room, she had been demanding that he court her like a new girlfriend. Christ, he had waited an entire year for this time together, and now that he had her he was going to run the show, and she would damn well accept it even if she didn't like the idea of his semen-bloated prick stuck all the way up into her prissy little belly.

He shoved again, delighting again, delighting in her deep whimpering groans – but suddenly he could wait no longer. He rammed forward like a pile-driver, sinking the tip of his heavily burgeoning penis all the way back into the deepest recesses of her wetly clinging vagina, flicking the head of his prick at the end of each plunging movement. Damn, despite her faults, that hot pussy of hers felt delicious; he could feel his balls slap against her nakedly clenched behind as she burrowed her rapidly squirming buttocks harshly into the sand, attempting to escape the cruel sudden impalement. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his long tensed body, her heels digging helplessly into the ground.

"Bob! Bob! Noooo, noooo!" she screamed, her face contorting in pain, but with each jerk of her writhing torso the huge head ground more deeply into her. She flexed her muscles tightly together attempting to ward off the huge plunging cudgel; but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite it more and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage, the walls of her cringing young cunt clasping around it like a Vaseline filled glove.

Bob flexed the invading pole against her moistly clinging walls, expanding it inside her, and watched her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. He wanted her to be aware of every inch of his presence, to insinuate his greater strength on her resisting consciousness until it was so firmly imbedded on her inner mind that she never forgot it. He could see his success in her face. Her features were contorted with pain and her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms shot out, palms against his hips, in a useless attempt to hold back the blunt head jerking against her womb like a hot crushing fist.

He'd never fucked her this deep, he gloated to himself, but now this proud little bitch of a wife was going to get it like he should have done it to her long ago. His head reeling with his own power, he withdrew the deeply imbedded instrument until only the blunt tip of the head still rested in her helplessly quivering vagina. He smiled maliciously at the look of relief and hope that swept over her angelic looking face. Then, without any prior warning, he rammed forward from the tip of his toes, banging his cock against her womb with every ounce of his bitter strength. He wanted to destroy the bitch in his wife; he wanted to crawl up inside her and fill her with his own emotion that was rapidly changing from anger to wild uncontrollable passion.

He could feel the heat already building in his balls as he looked down at the full throbbing length of his member slithering out of her helplessly exposed vagina. Then he could hear the wet flat smack of flesh on flesh as her crotch was smashed by his belly. All thoughts of anger and vengeance rapidly dissolving, his body dropped down heavily on her, mashing her full ripe tits tightly against his chest. He locked his mouth over hers, thrusting his wet tongue deep in her throat and stifling her low animal groan that seemed to form there as from a great distance. His hands pushing against the backs of her fearfully trembling thighs, kept her locked in a vulnerable position as he began to move steadily in and out of her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the ground and the resiliently flexing cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, pulling the white rounded cheeks apart until his fingers accidentally made contact with the tight small outline of her anus.

It was then that he had gone mad. He grunted heavily and just began to fuck her, ramming in and out of her like a crazed animal, his hands pushing her knees far apart and his groin slapping hard against her pinkly exposed crotch. His straining fingers moved across her flatly squashed buttocks and the smoothly curving fullness of her inner thighs, pulling and pawing at the yielding flesh… Then he was digging his rigid fleshy column all the way down inside of her violently struggling belly, feeling the warm wet walls of her pussy wrapped smoothly and pulsating tightly around it. He ground his hands painfully into her asscheeks and lifted her groin up to him, the only thought in his mind now that of spewing the hot sticky cum building in his balls and racing madly down the length of his cock deep into that wet warmly clasping receptacle up between her wide-held legs.

"Christ! I'm cumming!" his own voice came from afar.

And then he felt his whole being jerk as though he had been stuck with a pin, and his hips writhed tight against her groin as his cock erupted in the warm wet interior of her cunt and his hot thick liquid squirted into her like the rush of raging water through a small storm drain. His cock softened and oozed in a soft mass of flesh, yet he could still feel the last droplets of cum trickling deep up inside her flooded belly from the head of his rapidly deflating cock.

And then that was all.

He rolled off of her, his consciousness returning, and confronted his limply spread-eagle bride. Her face ran with tears and her usually apple-pink cheeks were pale with outraged pain and humiliation as she raised her eyes to the sky.

"I guess I got carried away," he sat up and looked hopefully at her, trying to make a joke of it.