was like holding a delicious bundle of female delight in his arms. It would be so nice, he thought, so nice to have a really good fuck before I leave. He wanted to take her to the heights of pleasure and burst through the wall of defensiveness and fear that kept her locked in her tower of terror.
Why not? he thought. Why not try it another time? She seems willing, and God knows I want her.
Slowly he began to increase the ardor of his embrace, to hold her tighter and kiss her lightly on the hair. Then he took her face in his hands and with infinite tenderness he bent down and kissed her warm pliant lips, trying to communicate the love and male passion he felt for his beautiful bride. To his delight she responded openly, lovingly to his kiss, and it confirmed his intention to try once more to make love to his ravishing wife before he left. Slowly, still holding her in an ardent kiss, he let his hand travel gently down the tapering line of her back until it came to rest on the curving half-moons of her buttocks, covered by the thin cotton of her dress. His palm slid across the light material and he became pleasantly excited as he traced the outlines of her tight panties beneath the dress encasing her firm rounded ass-cheeks. His passion mounted as Susan made no attempt to pull away from his sensual caress. His penis began to stiffen in the tight sports slacks he wore and pressed hotly against his thigh as it grew thicker and longer by the minute.
Susan, although trying desperately to respond lovingly, found herself again growing tense and alarmed as her young husband rubbed the contours of her buttocks. She nestled her body against his, still kissing him, struggling with every ounce of strength at her command to return his warm caresses in kind, but inside, her mind was a seething torrent of terrifying images. Vivid pictures of the drooling nightmare-men who raped her in her childhood dreams once again leered up at her from the murky depths of her unconscious, and her body began to stiffen with a vast unnameable anxiety.
Oh please, she screamed inwardly, please don't let this happen again. I want to love him, and want to be a good wife!
But it was useless. Tim's hand was sliding along her leg now, at the same time pulling her dress upward. In the next minute he had slipped his fingers under the hem and was inching them up beneath her dress toward her panty-covered vagina. She was shaking with fright now, and insect-like twinges of humiliation seemed to crawl over her skin as her fingers crept closer and closer to her most private area. She broke the kiss and buried her face in his chest, trying to keep from screaming in agony. His hand was getting closer and closer… it was crawling up her inner thigh like a spider, a huge spider! Oh God! It was horrible! Horrible! No… nooo!!
Involuntarily, the terrified young wife suddenly pulled fiercely away from her amorous husband, her face twisted into a shrewish expression of contempt, and in the next moment, without realizing what she was doing, she slapped Tim full on the face. Her young husband reeled back drunkenly, utterly surprised.
'You bitch!' he shouted, as he recovered his senses, 'You Goddamn bitch!'
Susan trembled with terror. She hadn't meant to do that, she hadn't. It had just happened, completely out of her control. But it was too late now to figure out why it had happened, for she could see a murderous glint in her husband's eyes, and she began to back away from him in fear.
'Tim, oh Tim, I'm sorry… I'm sorry.'
But her enraged husband was past caring how she felt now. Her sudden slap had made his alcohol-fogged brain broil with anger. She was making a fool out of him, a damn fool, and he wasn't going to take it another minute! He wanted her, and if she wouldn't respond to gentleness, then he'd try another method. He didn't give a damn now what she thought or how frightened she was. His cock was aching like thunder in his pants, aching for triumphant orgasm, and he was going to have it! NOW! Lunging toward her, he reached out, grabbed her by the arm, and began to pull her roughly to the bed.
'Tim!' she cried, 'I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I didn't!'
But her outraged husband only responded with a snarl of animal lust. His entire body was vibrating with a sadistic mixture of throbbing desire and seething revenge. Brutally he threw her down on the bed, then fell on top of her furiously resisting body and began to cover her face and neck with harsh kisses. As she groaned out her protest, Tim began grinding his hips into her futilely resisting abdomen. His long thick cock pounded angrily in his trousers, pulsing like a drum against his thigh. He was consumed in a torrent of raging barbaric passion, heightened by the excess of wine and the burning sting he still felt in his cheek where Susan had slapped him. He was through with waiting now! He was going to fuck the living daylights out of her, and this time she wouldn't be able to get away! She was his wife, and he was due his rights as a husband!
Cruelly he pressed his searching mouth onto her trembling lips, kissing her like a frenzied beast while she struggled, helpless beneath him. Forcing her clenched jaws apart, he suddenly rammed his rigid questing tongue deep into her mouth, twisting and rotating it lewdly, causing his squirming young wife to gag. Still pinning her down, he snaked his hand up between their tightly pressed bodies and began to unbutton the front of her dress, ripping at whatever buttons would not open easily, and the material fell away from the front of her body, exposing the brassiere-encased melons of her breasts. Reaching behind her, he undid the clasp and yanked the confining garment away from her fearfully twisting body. Her firm young breasts grew tense and goose pimply as their areolas quivered into agonized erection under his leering gaze. With a low groan of drunken hunger, he moved his mouth down to the milk-white pliant mounds and began to voraciously suck and bite on her nipples while Susan moaned in terror-ridden helplessness.
The touch of her warm sensual body, denied him for so long, sent spasms of desire surging like hot swords through the young insurance salesman's hard-muscled frame. He felt he could never get enough of her full lush breasts, and his gaze shifted avidly from one to the other, while his tortured young wife sobbed beneath him, pleading for him to stop. But he was completely deaf to her cries as his sex-denied body crushed down on her petite frame, pinioning her to the wide double bed while his lips pulled greedily on her pliant golden flesh.
Wave after wave of unbearable shame swept through Susan's trapped body as the full force of her childhood fears took hold of her! Rapid images of Miss Whitfield and the bogey-men her vivid imagination had conjured up for her flashed through her mind and made every part of her smooth white body cringe in terror and humiliation. She pleaded for Tim to stop then, seeing it was no use, she clenched her hands to her sides as her lust-driven husband held her firmly in place and sucked drunkenly at her glistening breasts. Ripples of searing pain, curiously mixed with a strange tingling sensation she could not identify, coursed through her chest. Knowing there was no escape, she gritted her teeth and waited tensely until her drunken spouse had had his way with her.
Tim was shaking now with pent-up desire, and he was taking an almost sadistic pleasure in the torment he was inflicting on his terrified young bride. His lewdly working lips slid in one flowing motion from her heaving breasts down to the pale skin of her abdomen. He ran his tongue snake-like along the velvety softness of her flesh until his hotly questing mouth reached the material of her dress where the buttons had ended. He pulled away from her, his eyes glazed with a demonic mixture of lust and drunken revenge.
'I want to see you naked,' he growled thickly.
'No, please, Tim, please!' his cowering young wife groaned.
But he was not to be stopped. With a snarl of impatience, he reached out and twisted her body around, at the same time yanking the thin summer dress from her arms and pulling it roughly off her body until it slid free of her lithe tapered legs. Susan sobbed in futile resistance, her entire being quaking now with ice-cold twinges of fear and shame. She lay helpless on the bed, protected only by the flower-print panties she wore, while Tim eyed her hungrily. Never taking his eyes from her appetizing form, he slowly began to remove his own clothes, first unbuttoning his starched white short-sleeved shirt so that his strong tight-muscled chest and shoulders were completely naked. Then, tossing the shirt aside, he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip the snug slacks while his wife watched, her eyes widened in alarm. Finally, he stepped out of his pants, and stood before her dressed only in the white cotton shorts that bulged obscenely from the formidable stiffness of his hardened cock jutting out like the mast of a ship perpendicular to his loins.
The look of fear on his weeping young bride's face only increased his passion. He was going to take her by force no matter how she protested or pleaded for mercy! The mere thought of at last satisfying his long-suppressed sexual needs caused his desire-thickened penis to jerk frantically against the thin material of his shorts. With a lewd grin at Susan, he began to pull down his shorts so that the full potency of his eagerly lurching cock and cum-swollen balls was presented naked to her frightened gaze. The sight of his hard lusting staff lurching out so menacingly in full erection made his wife gasp in alarm, and she instinctively shut her eyes to banish the terrifying sight from her view.
Seeing her respond with loathing to the exposure of his virilely pulsing hardness made Tim even angrier than before. Leaning across her prostrate form, he reached down and grasped the tight crotch band of her flowered
