She begged some more until her throaty pleadings became nothing but an incoherent jumble of mixed-up words. But Ralph ignored her low pleading moans, rolling on top of her to trap her lust-inciting body with his weight as her long slender legs struggled desperately to block his brutal entry. His hips fell heavily between her widely spread thighs, pinning her writhing buttocks down snugly to the mattress. The soft blonde tendrils of her pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing penis, exciting him to incoherent mutterings of maddened and even further uncontrollable desire.
Laura's ravishment was almost complete. His knees held hers wide apart and he ground his pelvis hard into her defenselessly squirming loins. The spasmodic jerking of her soft white inner thighs lured his hand downward, and he searched there between the milk-white columns of her legs, striving to place his lust-heavy penis, trying to maneuver his aching hardness deep into her beckoning blonde cunt.
Suddenly he found the tiny opening he was searching for. Uttering a savage cry of fulfillment, he rammed the blood-engorged head of his cock hard between the moist fleshy lips of her pussy and with a low, drawn-out moan, shoved all the way forward into his young golden-haired wife's quivering vagina.
'Aauuuggghhhh!' Laura cried out, as the walls of her cunt struggled to resist this horrifying intrusion, clasping his penis and pushing it back with all her might. She kicked her legs out wildly on both sides, but it was no use. This only seemed to worsen her position, and there were additional cries of pain from her fear-contorted lips as his stiff male hardness battered still more deeply into her warmly yielding cuntal flesh, ravishing her completely.
'It hurts, oh it hurts!' she wailed piteously, but her husband took no heed. His rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper until finally his pelvis smacked hard against hers as he struck bottom.
'Oh God, no,' she gasped, 'Ralph, you're splitting me. Don't move it. Don't… aggghhhhh!'
His rigid fleshy column was at long last sunk all the way inside her quivering belly, with the moist warm walls of her vagina wrapped snugly around him in a pressure that drove him suddenly wild.
By now Ralph wouldn't have been able to stop had his life depended on it. Giving his lewdly skewered young wife no chance at all to adjust to his sudden massive presence deep in her womb, he began to fuck her like some animal gone mad, ramming his desire-crazed cock in and out of her without pause. He could think of only one thing, and that was to spew his hot sticky load of sperm deep inside her belly where it belonged. He vented his desire within her moaning, mewling flesh time after time, finally cumming even faster than usual and flooding her stomach several times over with his hot white liquid as he groaned out me force of his passion.
Afterwards neither Ralph nor Laura could remember how many times he had fucked her. All they knew was the continual gush of his cum within her quivering belly and his stiff, jerky swift movements which made both themselves and me bed joggle obscenely.
Laura's mewls and pleadings became interspersed with deeply felt sobs. To some extent her body had betrayed her, because she could not keep her love-starved vagina from gushing forth its own passion-inspired moisture as penis rampaged within her helpless young body. But otherwise the pain was excruciating, for whenever she tried to cushion it by meeting it with desire, some fresh outrage made her resist him anew. Until finally she was sobbing continuously without a stop.
She didn't hear any of Ralph's babbled apologies afterward. She lay motionless beneath him, her large blue eyes opened wide like those of a startled bird's, staring frozenly at the blank white ceiling above them. She felt only pain and self-disgust for the trouble she had taken to please her inconsiderate husband.
It was no use. Ralph knew only unbridled lust for her body. He could never satisfy her. She would probably remain unfulfilled for the rest of her life.
Without any apology, Ralph left the bed and went into the bathroom to wash himself off. She was glad to have his heavy, puffing body off of her. This was not what she had expected in marriage at all. Perhaps the whole thing had been a big mistake.
Laura lay there silent and motionless until he had returned to the bedroom and turned off the lights. It was rather early for them to be in bed, but the ravaged bride felt so drained of energy at she didn't have the strength to protest.
He slipped in beside her and pulled the covers up over them both. After that it was some moments before he spoke. 'I'm sorry if I was a bit rough, darling.'
'It's all right, Ralph,' she said dully.
'You were just so beautiful that I couldn't control myself.'
'I said it's all right.'
'If you weren't so almighty virtuous it would be even more all right. I don't know, sometimes I think you don't even care. If you'd only show a little…'
'Let's not discuss it, Ralph. I'm more tired than I thought.' She yawned without much conviction. 'Maybe it's just as well to get to bed early for once.'
To save up energy for the Franklins' party tomorrow night, she thought. Cleonora was right about one thing. I need some distraction.
And she vowed to herself that she was going to find it.
The following day broke reasonably clear, but quite windy. For most of the day enormous white clouds hung, seemingly motionless, in the sky above the rolling and tossing sea. This apparent calm above was denied down below, where the ocean thrashed with unconcealed urgency.
Around the Saunders' home, the trees as well blew first in one direction, then the other, thrown by gusty winds off the sea which seemed to strike with typhoon force as Laura watched from the window.
She wondered if she would be able to go to the Franklins after all. In weather like this, the coast road to their house was unpredictable, slices of it having fallen into the sea during similar storms with considerable alacrity. Or so she was told. She and Ralph were too new to the neighborhood to actually have seen the evidence of this.
But no storm developed, and as the day wore on the winds became gentle until finally soft breezes stirred the trees and bushes all around with scarcely a hint of the morning's airborne savagery.
The sun came out around mid-afternoon, and Laura took off some time to sunbathe on the rain-damp lawn in back of the house. The air became warm until she felt as if she were baking under an almost tropical sun. She relaxed and allowed herself to be caressed by the easy, pleasant warmth of that sun. A subtle lassitude entered her bones and muscles, and she felt as if she never wanted to stir again.
Around suppertime came the expected call from Ralph at the clinic. He expected to be late again. She told him that she would be visiting the Franklins for the evening for a meeting of the local women's club. He didn't seem to mind. She promised to leave him something on the stove.
After that she put all her time into getting ready. She wanted herself to be as attractive as possible if she was going to have an opportunity to expand her woefully small circle of friends. What good luck it was that Cleonora had invited her!
She bathed luxuriously, taking her time, and then she anointed her warmly glowing body with various creams and ointments, followed by a generous dash of the most expensive perfumes on her dressing table.
I smell like a prostitute, the naive young girl thought, but I don't care. I'm going to enjoy myself tonight if it's the last thing I ever do.
By the time she was ready to leave for Cleonora's she couldn't remember when she had looked or felt so radiant. Everything about her was exquisite, from the old-fashioned high-heeled pumps she wore on her dainty feet to her short navy blue skirt and the daring way she had unfastened one more button on the top of her pale blue sweater, to the elegant and beautiful waterfall effect of her long golden hair falling shiningly down her shapely back all the way to her waist after she had combed it out and scented it lavishly. She was in a mood that was just a little wild, although she couldn't have told herself why.
Distraction, she repeated to herself. I've got to distract myself and not dwell on my problems with Ralph too much.
By nine o'clock she was ready to leave for the Franklins'. She would have liked to arrive fashionably late in order not to be the first one there, but she didn't want to chance still being home when Ralph arrived, tired and bothered from his long day. Predictably he would send her on various errands for this, that and the other. No, the
