Peter Grinberg: Every inch a nymph

With a grim look on her pretty face, Melanie Patton gulped down the remainder of her Bloody Mary and poured another from the pitcher on the patio table in front of her, trying to block the memory of her husband wanting to lick her naked pussy the night before from her mind. The voluptuous twenty-five-year-old blonde felt the cool liquid slide down her throat and suddenly turn into a glow of warmth deep within her.

"Oh darn!" she swore aloud and took another long sip from her third drink. A voice inside her cautioned she should slow down or she would be tipsy before their dinner guests arrived, but she continued to drink. The alcohol was already beginning to cloud her thinking and loosen her usually tightly controlled inhibitions, which made her angry. And that anger was directed at her husband. Tony… and all because of SEX! Well, maybe she was a little frigid whenever he tried to fuck her. But she had good reason!

It had been so different when she and Tony had been going to the university in Tempe, he in law school, and she a music major. She had almost let him fuck her many times – in his student apartment when his roommate was out on a date, in his VW when he took her back to her dorm at night… how exciting it had seemed then when he had slipped his hand under her skirt and stroked the soft flesh of her thighs just below her panties! So many times she had wanted to go all the way, but her mother and Aunt Lottie had warned her that a man wouldn't want something that he could have with no trouble, so she had pulled Tony back again and again, even though her own pussy had been aching to be fucked, promising to let him fuck her when he graduated from law school and they were man and wife. And the miraculous thing, in the light of what had happened since, was that he had managed to control his sexual urges. Knowing that she did not want to let him fuck her at that moment had been enough for him, and he had stopped.

Tears came to Melanie's green eyes as she remembered how wonderful it had felt to sense his hugely bulging cock pressing into her hot, panty-clad cunt when they were dancing close. The feelings it had caused to rush through her like wildfire! Time and again she had wanted to let him strip her naked so he could look at her sensuously quivering body with his admiring, loving gaze.

Sitting on the patio of their $100,000 home outside Flagstaff seven years later, she could almost feel the delicious tingling sensations when he had slipped his hand inside her blouse and bra at the movies, in the darkness, with the fear of being seen… it had been so exciting!

Tears were streaming down Melanie Patton's smooth cheeks now as her green eyes clouded with self-pity, for the way that wonderful anticipation of her first fuck on her wedding night had been brought to an end three months before that wedding by her lecherous old Uncle Max.

Her voluptuous young body, clothed in a short denim skirt and red checkered blouse, shuddered violently as she recalled the horror she had felt that afternoon. She had gone home to Prescott, where her widowed mother lived with Aunt Lottie and Uncle Max, during semester break. Her mother and her aunt had gone out shopping for the day and since Uncle Max was in the living room drinking beer, Melanie had decided to take a long shower and stay in her room dreaming of how romantic her wedding night would be, and wondering if fucking was as wonderful as all the girls in her school dormitory had said it was. She was lying there dreaming when suddenly Uncle Max had entered her room and saw her lying there naked on the bed. She had tried to cover herself but her robe was on her dressing table stool, and he had stared down at her exquisitely molded young body for a full minute, his drunken, lust-glazed eyes roving over the upthrust of her trembling white tittles and then down over her belly to take in the small triangle of softly curling blonde pussyhairs. Then his eyeballs had seemed to swell as they came to rest on the pink, already moistened cuntslit between her thighs and, for the first time in her young life, Melanie had felt fear.

Suddenly everything that her mother and aunt had told her about sex had surged into her mind, putting back up all the barriers she had erected against feeling as her mother and aunt had felt about men. It had been Uncle Max's eyes! Something had been in them since he entered her bedroom, and then his whole face had taken on an expression that Melanie hadn't understood. He had looked at the slender contours of her fresh unexplored body as if her flesh were something separate from her, his nineteen-year-old niece, and merely an object that had been placed there for him to treat as he wished. "You're beautiful all naked," he had said. "Dreaming about Uncle Max?" Then he had lurched forward, drunk, and she had squirmed back in automatic reaction to his sudden movement. But her cringing had infuriated the animal in him even further, and he had fucked her that afternoon with a brutality it would have been hard to envision beforehand. He had stormed her body as if it were an enemy fortress instead of the tender, fragile bastion of femininity that it was. She had screamed and cried for him to stop, or at least to come back, to be her sweet Uncle Max again, but lust had so overpowered him that nothing could stand in his way.

Fifteen minutes later it had ended with his heavily panting body lying prostrate over hers so that she could barely breathe, her mind shrieking with the pain being broadcast from her bruised, spent nerve-ends. All the pleasure she had looked forward to had ended in a shower of her drunken uncle's hot cum shooting heedlessly into her brutally fucked virginal pussy, and now his huge, sated cock lay deflating, thin white tendrils of cum joining it to her aching young cunt.

It had been a nightmare, and something in her that night had closed off any future possibility of experiencing pleasure from what she now considered a base animal act. That very afternoon she had packed up and driven back to the university to spend the remainder of her semester break before her mother or Aunt Lottie had even come home.

Several months later when she and Tony had married, even though Melanie realized that he could never be held responsible for her Uncle Max's actions, Melanie had remained cool to his lovemaking. She loved him more than anything, and even though he had been patient with her and had exercised all the gentleness she could have wished so that she gradually felt less and less pain, no corresponding pleasure had appeared to take its place. Instead she had felt nothing, and had continued to feel nothing until this day, nearly six years later.

Melanie didn't know whether she should feel bitter about losing her ability to experience pleasure or not. She could no longer really see how sex could ever be pleasurable anyway. All she could think of when he fucked her furred pussy was the animalistic nature of the act, sweating and moving like dogs for a few seconds' pleasure or, at any rate, excitement. Fucking disgusted her, but still she had not felt the right to deny Tony the release he received from fucking her naked cunt, and had decided it was her wifely duty to go through with it any time he wanted. She had even tried to fake pleasure when she found that he was unhappy over her inability to respond to his lewd caresses.

But last night he had gone too far. Everything had been all right as long as he had been willing to fuck her like a husband was supposed to. That she could put up with. But then, about a year ago, he had started wanting her to do things that seemed… perverted, like letting him lick her pussy… or wanting her to kiss his cock. Melanie shuddered… and she didn't think he had a right to force her to do anything like that! The worst thing was that, whenever he started to push her down on their bed she would see the same look come into his eyes that had been in Uncle Max's the day he fucked away her cherry… a horrible leering glint that seemed to replace his normal personality with one of animal savagery.