splayed legs. Her other hand was still wrapped around his huge penis and was rubbing it energetically between her pleading cunt lips, her vagina growing wetter and wider with each second, as if it were ready to leap upward and voraciously swallow his cock. Her firm white buttocks began a rotation of great proportion, snaking out wider still on either side of his thighs with her legs wide and her ankles locked tightly against his calves.
'Ohhhh!' Verna squealed, her eyes closed, but as Carl rose above her, ready to stab into the very depths of her lushly welcoming body, she opened them both wide. 'Now, honey! Fuck meeee!'
Carl lunged, battering against her, and Verna's still-clasping hand guided his rock-hard erection between the desire-wet lips of her pulsating vagina. He eased downward, not wishing to hurt her with that initial thrust, but penetrating her with a rush, and the absence of the virginal resistance he'd expected was amazing to him. Well, Dr. Shultz had written that some perfectly innocent girls could lose their hymens horseback riding or walking picket fences… but the mouth of her cunt seemed to be clasping and sucking his blood-engorged shaft inward as if wanting to gobble it up!
His hardened cock drove up inside of her vagina tightly at first, but not that maiden tightness he had expected, yet it hurt him along the solid flesh of his rod until he had stroked several times and her inner cuntal walls seemed to slowly expand. She cried out beneath him, a little howl of mixed pleasure and pain. He thrust until their pelvic flesh slapped resoundingly together, and she strained back under him, arching her naked loins up to his now ramming penis, his testicles thwacking into the open crevice of her buttocks with every stroke. She moaned incessantly, her nails raking the flesh of his back and humping buttocks feverishly, and she bit at his lips, turning her face convulsively away, then came back to bite once again. God! He'd never in his life seen anything like this! Or felt it, either! He throbbed the muscles of his cock deep in her belly, out of his mind with his first taste of intercourse, vowing it would be far from his last time, too! He was learning, and learning fast, and he wasn't going to let this get away for long!
'Ohhhhh God! It's wonderful! It's so big, Carl… so big, so big and wonderfully filling!' She worked her legs back and forth, her flailing hips working in time up against him. She felt his hardness pistoning inside her warm cunt, sliding in the moisture of her secretions. A rivulet seeped its way between her thighs, collecting beneath her writhing buttocks on the cushion of the couch.
Carl felt his penis growing with arousal until he thought it would split in half with its excitement. He pumped harder, the battering of her quivering little pussy beginning to call the load of his hot sticky cum up from his swollen testicles. He was going to shoot her full in a minute, any minute, and the thought made him lash out like an infused satyr.
'Oh yes, darling! Oh yess, yes!' Verna wailed. 'Ram it to me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard and cum, honey! Fill me up!'
Her obscene chantings only drove Carl on harder. He ground his pelvis into her soft, yielding flesh and reached down to grab the cheeks of her crazily undulating buttocks and pull her tighter until the resounding smacks of his naked belly against hers filled the air. His breathing became ragged and hot. I'm losing control, he thought. My God! I'm blowing my mind!
'Fuck deeper! Fuck deeper!' she screamed at him in a frenzy of near-distraction. He clutched her grinding ass-cheeks with maniacal force and drove his cock to the hilt. 'More! More!' she wailed. 'Fuck me more!'
He rammed his tongue deep into her wide open mouth, hoping to compensate, the saliva drooling down into her throat. Rabidly, Verna sucked at it, her body caught up in an insane hurricane of raw, naked lust that drove her on unsparingly. Cock! Prick! That was all! She had to have cock! She groaned in her frustration, splaying her legs beyond reason to allow her new husband greater access to her ravenous loins, but he could not take advantage, quivering as he was in the first throes of his orgasm. Verna heaved against his penis mercilessly, uncaring how whorishly she might appear to Carl now. Nothing mattered except the sperm-loaded scrotum which was viciously whacking against her buttocks and the magnificent cock pummeling up inside her milking cunt. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop, relentless devils dancing deep in her belly as she strove wildly for her end under the heaving young man… and end that was an infinitesimal second away…
But then… 'I… I'm going to do it!' Carl gasped unreasoningly, and threw his head back as if wounded, thrusting his cock's full expanse deep within the young bride's pussy. His mouth fell open and he clawed her buttocks convulsively, feeling torrents of hot sperm spilling from the tip of his insanely jerking penis, surging through the depths of her womb like lava from a volcano. Verna could feel it jet into her welcoming vagina in great virile ejaculations – his penis lurching with each body-tensing spurt. She was still just seconds away!
'Noooo! Nooo, honey! No! Wait for me! Wait!' she sobbed in mindless frustration, but it was too late. She squeezed her loins up against a softening cock which had lost its mastery over her unleashed passions, and her heels pounded despairingly into her husband's spent body. With an empty groan, Carl slipped from between her gyrating thighs to crawl exhaustedly on the floor. He looked up at her, dazed and bewildered in his satiation as he watched what she was doing…
Verna was beside herself now, the end was so near and yet so far. She kicked out her legs wide in the air, her own hands manipulating ineffectually at the hair-rimmed slit between her thighs. She dug into herself greedily, fingering her own cunt lewdly in her effort to reach the impossible depths of her vanquished husband's cock which had betrayed her to the demons of unfulfillment. Her face turned crimson, flushed by the passionate need for orgasm, and she continued to moan insatiably as her hand drove harder and faster between her open thighs, driving her fingers deep into the smooth, sperm-coated crevice of her vagina. Electric tingles of darting pleasure raced through her nerves as she felt her long-awaited climax approaching – rushing up through her with a massive roar – she hung for a moment, teetering on the edge of release, her whole naked body vibrating…
'I'm cumming now!' she cried out, her glazed eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling. With a sinking sensation in his heart, Carl realized that Verna was not calling to him in her passion, but to no man in particular and every man in general. She had forgotten who she was or where she was or whom she was with. His mother had been right. Verna's wild, uninhibited masturbation in front of him proved it, and she was enjoying her obscene exhibition so much she didn't even recognize her own husband. Small, glistening tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he stared in disbelief at his bride's total depravity and lewdness.
Even as the tears swelled in his eyes from the perverted scene, white-hot juices gushed from around her hotly fucking fingers skewering up into her cunt, covering her hand and flowing down onto the cushions below. He could hear her screaming with a piercing cry of joy… then there was utter silence.
Verna stayed the way she was, with her hands tightly pressed inside her cuntal slit. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers until the last dying throbs had stilled in her body. At last, her fingers slithered wetly from her liquid drenched pussy, and she rolled limply over on her side.
Tears still trailed down Carl's cheeks as he staggered upright and stumbled naked for the bedroom. His spirit was humbled, his pride crushed, with the knowledge that he had not been man enough to satisfy her… as she'd so obviously been satisfied many times before he'd married her. He did not even look back at the couch where Verna was just beginning to stir again. He had never felt so lost, confused, and hurt in his entire life.
CHAPTER THREE
The morning dawned bright and clear, with the crisp nip of the mountain air which promised to invigorate the most slothful of humans. Yet young Suzie Halford lay transfixed under the bedcovers, quivering from anguish, rage, and shame. She glanced up as Jim padded naked into the bedroom from the bath, and stared momentarily at his heavy-chested, taut-muscled form before turning away, tears welling in her eyes.
As she moved in the bed, she accidentally brushed against her breasts, and she winced in sudden pain. She touched the spongy surfaces again with her right hand, discovering the tenderness extended all along her chest and belly to the soft white skin of her inner thighs. Jim's rapacious attack had been more viscious than she'd assumed, and she looked once again at him, thinking he was handsome – but a beast. A course and vulgar jungle beast, bent solely on hurt and cruelty…
Jim was, at the moment, more concerned with the pain over his left eye. He'd washed his face in cold water and taken three aspirin, but still he clutched the bureau with one hand and his forehead with the other, waiting for the elves with their pick-axes to stop drilling through his brain. 'Oh shit,' he muttered, closing his eyes. 'Oh my fucking head. I need some coffee.'
