He licked his lips.
Honey struggled to get away from him, but his fingers were like iron. 'Let me go. I'll tell Greg when he gets back.'
'If you don't, I will anyway,' Jay countered, leaning over and brushing his face over her tits. Releasing her hands Jay pulled her blouse out of her skirt and began tugging it over her head, heedless of the buttons.
Honey's cries of protest were muffled inside her blouse. The material ripped as it came over her head. 'Leave me alone,' she begged, covering her tits with her arms. Jay pulled her arms apart and stared at her quivering breasts. He pushed her back again and sucked each of her firm nipples into his mouth in turn. She felt his tongue flicking her nipples to attention. Passion surged into her heavy tits like tiny currents of electricity. 'No!' she pleaded.
'I'm going to eat you up,' Jay said, his blood-shot eyes devouring her nakedness. He slurped his tongue over her tits like they were huge mounds of ice cream. 'Ummmmmm… that's goooood!'
Honey pulled and twisted her shoulders to get away, but her effort only caused her tits to slap back and forth against his face, further enflaming his passion. He bit into her tits and sucked her flesh like candy. His hips pushed into her crotch, forcing her skirt up her thighs until she felt his cockhead pushing at the entrance to her pussy. Frantically, she intensified her struggle, but she was no match far his eager attack.
'You're not going anywhere, baby. I want my cock inside your pussy. I don't know who you are and I don't care. I just know you got here all alone, naked and perfect for what I need.' He humped his hips forward, driving his feverish cockhead against her cunt lips.
Honey felt his cock pushing into her pussy. The harder she fought, the farther his cock worked into her cunt. She felt it stretching and tearing its way forcefully into her body. Finally she managed to get her hand free. She slapped and clawed at his face. He screamed and grabbed her wrist again. Twisting both arms behind her, he held them with one hand and ripped away her skirt with his other.
'If you don't want to get hurt, you'll be a little more cooperative.' He carefully released her arms to see what she would do. When she didn't strike at him again, he rubbed his face. 'You're a wild cat, aren't you? But you better be a little more careful because I'm going to get what I want whether you like it or not.'
Honey felt a mixture of fear and arousal pulsing through her flesh. What would he do to her if she refused him? In his drunken condition, he might not even be responsible for his actions. He began grinding his cock deeper into her pussy, she turned her head and submitted shamefully.
He pushed her back farther on the stove until she was almost laying down with her buttocks hanging over the edge. Spreading her thighs wider, he pulled her pussy against his pubic hair, forcing cock to the hilt in her cunt. 'How does that feel, baby?' He hunched in and out, sucking and puffing at her insides.
'Oh, no, please stop!' Honey begged, but she couldn't deny the arousal that surged inside her with each stroke of his huge cock. She felt his nob slurping inside her like a hungry mouth, sucking and drinking in her hot juices. She felt her lust building like a growing fire. Her body seemed to respond on its own, as though she no longer had any control.
She felt her pussy sucking and clawing at his cock as eagerly as it plunged into her. His fingers spread her ass cheeks until he could stoke into her crack. He pushed against her rectum. She shivered as his finger stabbed into her ass and forced its way deeply into her bowels. He wiggled and twisted his finger at the same time he churned lustfully into her pussy.
'Oh, oh, it feels good,' she heard herself gasp. 'Don't stop now. Oh, fuck me! Yes, yes!' She wrapped her heels around his waist and lunged upward to meet each stroke of his cock. She felt his prick driving into her faster and faster burning and sizzling over her clit until she was more and more around than she had ever been.
They thrust against each other's bodies like starving animals, grunting and snarling with need. And then Honey felt his cum shooting into her, filling her pussy with hot, viscous fluid. Each copious gush splashed against her cunt like hot lava. She felt his semen oozing back out her cunt around his thrusting shaft and dripping as fast as it drained from her pussy.
Their climax went on and on, exploding through their flesh like an erupting volcano. Honey felt every nerve in her body tingling with sensuous vibrations. She pounded her heels into his ass and clawed at his back. 'I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, yes, keep fucking me! Oh, it feels so good!' She buried his face in her tits and felt his mouth sucking and biting her nipples.
'Your pussy feels like a furnace around my cock.' Jay gritted his teeth and slammed his cock as deeply into her pussy as possible. His body quivered and warned as his balls unloaded into Honey's slurping cunt.
He kept his cock inside her until their organ dwindled away, leaving them both drained and limp. She felt his cock shriveling inside her and finally slip from her cunt. More cum drained from her pussy and dripped down her buttocks. He stepped back and looked at her appreciatively. Shame washed over her and she turned her head away.
'Why so shy now?' Jay asked, laughing at her. 'You were terrific. I don't think I've ever had a better piece of ass. Who are you? A friend of Greg's?'
'I told you, I'm his wife.' Honey felt a fresh surge of indignation now that her orgasm was over and she had control of her senses again. 'You'll be sorry for what you did.'
That brought a new burst of laughter from Jay. 'I don't see how I could ever be sorry for what I just did. The only thing that would make me sorry was if I thought I would never be able to do it again.'
'Well, that was the last time you ever will do that,' Honey flared. 'You'll be in jail as soon as Greg gets back.'
'Don't believe it, baby. Greg and I share everything.'
He spoke with such confidence that Honey felt a sense of doubt slipping into her own confidence. Why did he laugh when she mentioned she was Greg's wife? It was obvious he didn't believe her. She wished she had the marriage certificate to show him. She would ask Greg for it so she would have it in the future. Completely humiliated, she began picking up her shredded blouse and skirt from the floor.
She rushed from the kitchen into the hall. She found the master bedroom at the far end of the hall. She closed the door and looked for her suitcase. It was unopened on a king-sized bed. She opened it and took out a yellow cotton dress that matched her hair. Fearing Jay would follow her into the bedroom at any moment, she quickly hurried into the bath.
Honey locked the door and looked at herself in the floor length mirror covering one wall. She looked strained and drawn. She smelled like cum. Turning on the shower, she stepped in and adjusted the spray as hot as she could stand, letting the water wash away the remains of cum staining her body. She took deep breaths, trying to relax and steady her nerves. The day had been too much. No one should be raped on their wedding night. She couldn't believe it had actually happened.
She lathered her body with soap, working rich suds over her skin. She rinsed and stepped out. Drying on a large white towel, she watched her reflection in the mirror. She didn't feel like the same person she had been just a few hours before. Somehow the experience with Jay had matured her in some way.
Before slipping into her dress, she stood for a moment inspecting herself in the mirror. Her large tits felt tingly and more alive than ever before. She stroked her cunt mound and caressed her pussy lips, feeling the swollen flesh still warm and aroused. She hated admitting to herself that she had enjoyed being raped by Jay. Guiltily, she realized she had not acted like she was being raped. Shame flushed her face at the thought of telling Greg what had happened. What if Jay told him how she had cried out and begged him to keep fucking her? Honey cringed inside. What had made her say that? What was wrong with her that she could not control the passion that boiled inside her pussy once she became aroused?
She slipped into her dress and returned to the bedroom. It was a small room. Clothes were scattered over an arm chair. The closet had both men's and women's clothes hanging in it. Doubts and apprehension began to cloud her mind – not only about herself, but about the living situation she had gotten herself into. What kind of a business partner would help himself to a partner's wife and insist that he shared everything? And who was the girl Greg had left with in the middle of their wedding night?
Honey stretched out on the bed, listening intently for sounds of Jay in the house. She couldn't hear anything other than a soft breeze moving through the trees outside. She pushed the drapes back from the window and looked out. A faint light came from the East, illuminating an abandoned barn and a wooded area. She knew she would not sleep until Greg returned.
She heard the front door open and close. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. The bedroom door
