he was already. 'Yes, I love it! I love itttttt!'
Jim laughed harshly in response to her babbling entreaty, stroking more quickly in and out, pounding her tender, stretched vagina harder and faster than ever. He moved his clawing fingers back to grip her smoothly trembling buttocks, feeling the satiny skin moist from her cuntal secretions and the blood of her broken hymen. He pulled her tightly grinding pussy closer to his driving loins, his vicious thrusts filling the bedroom with lewd wet smacking sounds that blended obscenely with Suzie's continuing moans of pain and torment. His own breath was becoming shorter and heavier, spewing out from his tight-lipped mouth in little gasping puffs, and his naked flesh gleamed wetly with beads of perspiration. He felt himself losing the last vestiges of his self-control, and he grunted down at her in frantic eagerness: 'I… I'm cumming, rosebud! Fuck back! Fuck back!'
But even as he blurted out his climax, the first powerful streams of his hot cream-like semen were erupting from the suddenly expanding head of his pulsating cock. The liquid torrent seared deep up inside the fleshy well of his moaning bride's vagina, his cum surging forth with the rolling force of a tidal wave, burning Suzie's inner belly with fire and drowning every fractional inch of her raw, sore pussy until it rivuleted back out between the clenching lips of her painfully filled cunt. Suzie could feel the trickling sensation of his warm wet sperm as it flowed down the hair-fringed crevice of her thighs and pooled soddenly on the clean white sheets beneath her aching buttocks.
And then her husband collapsed over her, his once hard cock deflating rapidly with temporary satiation. Jim fell exhausted across his nakedly crying wife, one arm splayed wide across the bed and his legs like rubber limbs nestled between her open thighs. In the wake of his spent-out emotions, shame and revulsion filled Suzie's mind, and tears fell like rain from her anguished eyes.
'Why?' she moaned softly to him. 'Why, Jim… why did you treat me so badly?'
'I guess… I guess you'll never understand,' he breathed huskily against one throbbing breast. 'I guess it's been something building up all this time, and I guess… I guess I just got sick and tired of all your self-righteous virtue. I was out there having a snort, and it suddenly was too much for me, too much for any man to take, begging for a piece of ass on his wedding night.'
'Don't speak to me so crudely!' Suzie hissed. 'You wouldn't do or say such things if you really loved me!'
'Oh, I love you plenty, rosebud,' Jim responded, feeling a certain bitterness and anger welling up again in his stomach. 'But I'm beginning to see that all your virtue was a disguise. A smoke-screen, hiding the fact that you can't love me. You can't love any man with your body. You're a statue, not a woman!'
'And you! You're nothing but an animal!'
'An animal?'
'A… a sex-maniac!'
'A sex-maniac?' Jim raised up over her, his face twisting with indignation. He felt his limp penis stirring with new life, rejuvenating into an erection more lusty than the last one. He heard his fearful bride stifle a cry as she felt him push his re-hardened cock against her semen-soaked pubic hair and along the moist pink slit of her lubricated-pussy. 'A sex-maniac, am I? Well, I'll show you just what a sex-maniac – an animal sex-maniac – does to prune-cunted iceboxes like you!'
Jim never even gave her a chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep in her vagina. He just began fucking her again, slamming in and out of her, his only thought that of flooding more hot cum deep up inside that cringing belly where it belonged. He vented his raging, drunken lust and disappointment time after time, spewing her womb again and again with the thick, swirling liquid of his sexual frustrations…
CHAPTER TWO
Meanwhile, in their own cabin, Carl and Verna Monroe were beginning to learn the intimate secrets of married love and each other's eager bodies…
After Jim and Suzie had left, Verna closed the door of the cottage and smiled at her new husband. 'Is there any booze left, honey?'
'Not a drop,' Carl replied, shaking the empty rum bottle. 'Just what's in our glasses, and then we'll be dryer than Kansas.'
'Then let's polish them off and go to bed, okay?'
Bed! Sex! Carl quivered as he put the bottle down on the sideboard and retrieved his half-full glass. He watched Verna sidle barefoot across the carpeting to the couch and sit down, feeling fuzzy from all the drinking he'd done and completely unnerved by his sultry bride's ripe, provocative charms. He stared entranced as she crossed her long tanned legs Indian-style beneath her lush buttocks, tightening the material of her shorts lewdly into the sharply defined slit up between her thighs, making the folds of her inviting pussy bulge out in lurid bas- relief. She leaned forward to pick up her glass from the table, and the firm mounds of her breasts were exposed to his gaze, with just the hint of the chocolate hardness of her vibrant nipples.
Carl felt a slight flush creeping along the base of his neck as he sat down beside her, unable to take his eyes off her sensual voluptuousness. His cock spasmed in his pants one time, and then – incredibly – again, and quickly, feeling ashamed, he took a long deep pull at his glass, letting the last of his rum cocktails relax his growing arousal. I can't let this happen, he cautioned himself. Remember what Dr. Erastus Shultz's Marriage Manual said about the wedding night… the groom must be gentle and understanding with his bride and not scare her with his masculine strength… a wife is to be tenderly cherished and treated with respect and patience, and never be allowed to think her husband regards her as anything but a decent and honorable woman…
That's what Dr. Shultz said. But God! That doctor had obviously never met Verna! Carl tried to deny his rising passion, but, in spite of his best efforts, he had to admit that his black-haired bride was enough to make an angel give up his halo. She exuded pure animal lust like some kind of mist encompassing her when she walked and talked and smiled. He was filled with the horrible desire to reach out and grab her, throw her down right where she sat and make love to her like a cave man! He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity as if it were alive, as if it were straining to prove itself. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the barnyard thoughts swirling in his overheated mind. But it remained throbbingly blood-swollen and aching in his pants. Think of how pure your love is for Verna, how you admire her personality, how you must control your male demands if you're going to start your marriage off properly! Think of what Dr. Shultz would do if he were here! But Carl had already had too much to drink, and the tantalizing Verna was proving to be too much of a woman…
Guiltily, he turned to her and asked, 'W-Would you like me to turn on the radio?'
'If you want to, honey,' she murmured, her eyes half-lidded and the tiny tip of her pink tongue slowly circling her lips.
'I thought… I thought we could dance.'
'Wouldn't that be uncomfortable for you? I mean, with that big fat hard-on I can see in your pants?'
Carl almost dropped his drink in convulsive reaction to her lewd words. He had never heard a woman talk in such lascivious terms! 'Verna… cut it out, for Pete's sake!'
She giggled, uncrossing her legs and stretching out on the couch until her face was close to his and her breath was a branding iron against his cheeks. 'That wonderful hard-on that's all mine, Carl honey! That hard, hard prick of yours! You don't want to dance with me and have me rubbing my soft little pussy against it, do you?'
Carl's breath quickened at her obscenities.
'Kiss me!' she whispered throatily. 'That's what you really want to do, isn't it? Well, I'm your wife now.' She took both their glasses and set them on the table. 'So kiss me!'
Carl kissed her, there on the couch where they lounged against the cushions. He might have kissed her in a dozen ways, but he kissed her with his tongue and spontaneously she sucked it down into her mouth with hungered eagerness. Shaken to the core, the twenty year old young man drew back and raised his head to stare at his hotly panting bride, then kissed her once more in the same manner. She didn't resist. The fire was mounting within her like a vortex, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth, probing and charging it with her own wet tongue.
He didn't raise up to stare into her eyes this time. His cock was jerking uncontrollably in his pants as she squirmed her loins hotly against his with the urgency of her sexual desire for him, her lightly covered breasts
