'Ummm, that's nice,' she murmured.
Like hell, thought Rod. Did she think he was an inexperienced kid, that he didn't know when she wasn't turned on? Her fakery made him angry, and he balled her harder, faster, taking out his anger on her dry narrow passage.
June flinched but made no complaint. She felt so guilty about her incestuous dream, her unnatural lust for her son, that she felt she ought to be punished. Rod's thick hard cock raked painfully over the tender dry flesh of her cunt, but she did not pull away.
It was ridiculous. Only a moment ago she'd been hot and horny and grooving on that very same dick. Why couldn't she be that way now? Why was there a barrier of feeling between her and her husband? God knows, it hadn't always been that way…
Partly to distract herself from the pain, partly in an effort to summon up some feeling for him, June let her mind wander back to their honeymoon, almost eighteen years ago. She was eighteen years old and a virgin; Rod was twenty-two and just out of college. They'd been wildly in love, hardly able to keep their hands off each other. She'd had to use will power for both of them in order to remain virginal till the wedding night.
They'd taken a cabin in the mountains for their honeymoon, intending to have a whole week in solitude to fully enjoy each other for the first time. June remembered how lusty she'd felt on the long drive from the city after the wedding reception, how she could hardly wait to find out what fucking was like. She smiled as she recalled that endless drive: poor Rod had a huge hard-on the whole way.
They got to the cabin and didn't even unpack before jumping into bed. They jammed zippers and lost buttons in their haste to undress. June remembered their first sight of each other naked. Rod had seemed fixated on the lush black of her muff-puff, and she had been hugely turned on by her first sight of his prick, of any prick.
She hadn't expected it to be so big and swollen, she recalled, but it had seemed beautiful to her. She wanted very badly to touch it, but she'd thought it wouldn't be right. She'd have a very inhibited upbringing. All her mother ever told her about sex was that it was dirty and painful, and that it was a woman's 'duty' to put up with it for her husband's sake.
Resisting her wicked urge to touch his cock, to explore his hard muscular body, young June had simply sunk back on the bed and let him take her. Rod had seemed in awe of her, too, for at first he only touched her gently, hesitantly, running his hands lightly over her great quivering breasts and big brown nipples.
As he grew bolder and more excited, he slid his hand down and touched the silky rise of her muff. He'd done that a few times before, when they necked in his car, slipping his hand inside her panties, but now there were no clothes in the way, and she was all his.
June remembered the hot flash of pleasure she'd felt when he touched her there, when ht pressed the furry mound and indirectly stimulated her horny little clit. She remembered her gasp, her blush, and how Rod's stiff rosy prick had dribbled out big bubbles of cream. They were both very excited, yet shy and hesitant.
Rod had slid his hand between her legs then, touching the moist searing flesh of her slit. June helplessly moaned aloud, though she considered it unladylike to do so. It felt so good to have him touch her there. He caressed her swollen wet pussy, rubbing his finger gently but sensuously over her plump pink cunt lips and over the tiny pulsing nub of her clit.
June had found it harder and harder to keep still and quiet, to be a proper young lady, under the circumstances. Her every instinct prompted her to throw her legs open wantonly wide to him, to moan her joy, to touch his rigid rosy cock the way he was touching her swollen soaked pussy. She resisted. She didn't want to act like a whore.
Rod had caressed and teased her virgin slit with his fingers till they were soaked with her juices. Only then, when he had her panting and flushed and ready, did he lie down between her legs. She felt the incredibly hard hot long pole of his cock wedged between their belies.
June was nervous then. She knew her mother was wrong, that sex was NOT dirty and evil, yet her mother's warped lectures remained with her: nice girls don't do it, good girl don't like it, a lady would never allow herself to enjoy such a thing…
She'd thought to herself: 'Shut up, Mother. This is my man, my husband, and what we're doing is good and beautiful.'
That helped a little. It helped her to open her legs for him, to arch her belly up for him as he seized his stiff drooling purple-capped prick and eased it into the wet little pit of her cunt-mouth. She trembled violently when he touched her with his cock for the first time. She wanted him, had wanted him for ages, yet she was afraid.
'Ohhh, baby,' Rod had moaned as he began to push into her.
June would never forget the strange mixture of feelings she'd experienced then. There was terror, because his cock was so thick and her virgin cunt so tight, and there was shame, because she was a good girl and yet she was liking it. Most of all there was stunning unexpected pleasure as her steamy little cunt received its very first cock. She hadn't expected it to be so good… Rod was gentle and careful, going into her very slowly, and she helplessly whimpered and creamed around him as his swollen meat filled more and more of her.
When he came to the thick baffler of her hymen, it hurt terribly. June could still remember the sudden and awful pain as Rod's fat hard cock head pressed insistently against the fleshy membrane, and how she'd cried out and flinched.
'Sweetheart,' he'd said gently, 'I'm gonna have to break through. It'll hurt, but only for a moment.'
'I know,' she'd replied, struggling not to cry.
He pushed hard; and June screamed. The pain was awful, and she felt a hot rush of virgin blood running out of her, soaking the sheet beneath them. Yet as Rod had promised, it was over in a moment. She felt his thick hot meat filling her completely, touching her womb, and it was very good. She loved the feeling of having him fully in her, stuffing and possessing her cunt.
'Are you okay?' he'd asked tenderly.
She'd smiled at him. 'I'm fine, just fine.'
It was true. She was all right then, and their love-making had been wonderful. She enjoyed it thoroughly, and she came the very first time they did it. Yet never had she been able to let herself go completely, not then, not later. Even in the early years of their marriage, when the sex was very good, June had never been able to overcome her inhibitions.
Sometimes she would lie awake after fucking and think of what she really wanted to do. She wanted so much to touch Rod's cock and play with it. She wanted to tell him how she enjoyed his fucking, to use wanton and shameless words to express her joy. She wanted to wrap her legs around him, move with him, fuck him as he was fucking her.
She never did any of those things. She was just too inhibited. Perhaps that was why their sex life had gone stale and boring. She'd never been able to experiment or invent, and Rod had never encouraged her to do so. He was looser and less inhibited than she was, yet he had his hang-ups, too. He could never ask for what he wanted. If she'd just had a word from him, a request, it might have been different.
Well, it was too late now. They were bored with each other, and the good days were far in the past. He was fucking her tonight, yes, but mechanically, almost angrily. She didn't blame him for his anger. She knew her cunt was dry and unresponding, that she was like a lifeless doll in his arms.
She shuddered to think that the rest of their life was going to be like this.
Rod, fucking his unresponding wife in the dim bedroom, felt her body undergoing strange changes. He knew she was off somewhere, deep in some daydream or memory, but at first he didn't care. To hell with her – if she couldn't act like a real woman, he'd just use her cunt and get out.
Then he felt her body warming against him, her twat going moist and steamy again. She sighed a few times, moved with him, like in the old days. Whatever she was thinking about, it was turning her on. Rod balled her slower, wondering if she'd get more excited. For just a moment she did. She moaned softly, and he felt a big spurt of cunt juice round his sawing dick. Excited, he pushed deeper into her – and then she dried up again. Her fantasy, whatever it was, hadn't worked.
It was like balling a corpse. He got no response, no praise, no movement. He might as well be jacking off.
'Jesus Christ,' he said disgustedly.
'What?' said June, roused at last from her thoughts. 'What's wrong, darling?'
