The bath helped. She felt much better when she got out. She put on some, make up, pulled a loose, sleeveless green shift over her naked frame and walked into the warm evening, strolling across the sand, looking for Dave.
Carl saw her walk past his room. He pulled back his sliding glass door and followed her along the sand.
Carl moved closer. The loose dress bid her sexy figure, but his memory of her in the invisible bikini was what he needed.
Marilyn walked slower, looking for any sign of her husband she thought the had seen him turn toward the right when he went. Dave had actually headed to the left. Marilyn was going in the opposite direction.
The darkness came in close around her. She stopped and looked around.
'Nice evening, isn't it?' Carl came up closer to her, smiling slightly.
'I… uh, yes.' She looked at the man. 'Oh! You.'
'Take it easy.'
'Oh. No. No!'
'I don't want to hurt you.' Carl's hand clamped over her mouth. As she tried to twist away, he grabbed one arm. 'Hold still. I won't hurt you.'
Marilyn tried to wrench free, but he was too strong; his hand kept her from screaming for help.
'What's the matter?' Carl whispered harshly. 'Don't you like men?' His crotch shoved against her body. 'Or don't you like sex?'
Marilyn strained against the confining arms. A small, terrified whimper crept from her throat.
'Shit.' Carl stuck his face close to hers. 'You must make your husband real happy, then.' His crotch bulged with a stiff rod. 'Bet he just loves you all the time.' He crushed her to him. 'Frigid bitch.' His voice was harsh.
Marilyn's eyes filled with tears.
'Great big tits and you can't stand for a man to touch you.' He let the blonde feel his cock on her leg.
'What does your husband have to do? Get down on his knees? Beg you for it? Beg to get into your panties?'
Marilyn moaned, a tear rolling across one cheek.
'Or does he have to rape you? Throw you down and force you to do it? Is that it?'
Both eyes spilled tears.
Carl grabbed her hand and forced it to his dick. 'Feel that? That's a hard cock. And you're going to get used to it.'
Marilyn yanked her head away. 'No. No!' She gasped.
'Yes!' Carl growled. 'I'll show you what fucking's really like.' He tore at her dress.
'Hel…' Carl's hand cut off her feeble shout. He grabbed at her, spun her around, both hands down on her tits. His prick dug at her tail.
'Learn to take it, honey. Learn to please a man. A real man.' He pulled at her dress. She twisted more and they fell together to the soft sand. The loose dress rode up as he clawed at her, revealing her crotch.
'No. Oh, please God. No. Please. No!' Marilyn tried to crawl away. The man was on her, forcing her down, his hands on her, on her legs, on her tits, on her pussy. He hiked her dress up to her neck. The folds came over her face, almost smothering her. She rolled, still trying to get free. His hands pushed her to her back and he was above her, lying between her legs, the hard bulge of his cock against her sensitive snatch. 'Oh! NO!' Her voice vanished as his hand covered her mouth.
'Bitch. Bitch!' he growled.
The man was like Dave, Marilyn thought. The same kind of dominating drive, the same urgent need. And she was doing the same thing. Trying to get away. Trying to run, to escape the man's lust. Maybe the man was right. Maybe she was afraid of men. Maybe when it got to be such passionate desire she could not handle it. Maybe, just when her husband wanted her the most, just when he had the greatest need for her, she would panic.
At that rate, Dave wouldn't be around as a husband very long. No man would.
Marilyn forced herself to breathe very deeply and to relax, commanding her body to be still, to stop resisting the man.
'Hey. Yeah. That's better.' Carl held her firmly but relaxed some of his strength.
'Don't hurt me. Just don't hurt me.'
'You're learning slowly. But you're learning. We'll make you ready for your husband yet.' Carl rose on his knees and pulled his belt from the loops. His pants sagged on his hips. 'Just so you don't get any ideas.'
'What are you going to do?' Marilyn stared at the wide leather strap.
'This is so you'll know who's boss. I'm the man and I'm in charge. The man is always in charge.' He reached for her arm. 'Put your wrists together.'
'What do you want? Why don't you just… just do it?'
'I will. You'll get screwed. Don't worry.' He held her wrists crossed over her head and wrapped the belt tightly around, drawing the strap through the brass buckle twice before he wrapped it crosswise to hold the girl's arms securely.
'What… what's that for?'
'To show you that you're helpless and that I'm the boss. You have to do what I say.' Carl pulled off his shirt. 'You have great tits.' He ran one hand over them as he opened his fly and shoved his pants around his knees. The cock stood right up.
Marilyn lay below him, stretched out with her arms over her head, the dress bunched at her neck. She made herself look at him, look at his big prick. The man seemed to be ten feet tall as he gazed down at her, the body looking very dark, almost charcoal in the partial moonlight. As he bent toward her, an animal force seemed to radiate from him, shimmering out of his crotch.
The man was on top of her again. 'Please. Oh, God.' She shook with terror.
The man entered her. His cock filled her cunt. One rapid jab put all of his hard tool into her body.
'Yes.' Carl made several slow thrusts with his rod.
There was no pain. Marilyn managed to raise her knees, moving to get more comfortable on the sand.
'There.' Carl lay still, his prick completely inserted into her pussy. His chest pressed firmly against her tits.
Carl looked down at the pretty face just inches away. 'How do you like it? How do you like having a man in your snatch? How do you like having a big stiff cock up your cunt?'
'It… it's okay.' She turned her head away.
'Look at me!' He stabbed with his prick.
'What?'
'Try to enjoy it. Maybe if you learn to like it with me, you'll be good with your husband.' He moved his dick around, rotating his hips. 'Feel that? That's my cock. A man's cock. Learn to like it. Learn to take it. Take a lot of it.'
'Is that better for you? Do you like that better?' He struck in harder.
'Try to come. Try to get all turned on. Turned on by my cock.' He moved up higher, sliding in at a new angle.
'But, I… I'll try.' She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Dave on top of her, tried to imagine that her husband was fucking her. Marilyn relaxed and there was just a bit of warmth through her pussy. His hands were on her breasts, the fingers pinching her nipples, a bit of pain, where his fingers pinched. And a bit of enjoyment, too.
'Do you like that?' Carl asked. His prick slammed in.
'Uh… yes.' It was not quite a lie.
'I told you you'd learn to like it.' His hips drove down steadily. His dick filled the box.
'Look at me,' he said. 'Open your eyes and look at me.' He held her chin with one hand. 'I want you to know who's fucking you.' He drove faster. 'My name's Carl. Carl!'
'Carl,' Marilyn whispered. The man's strength, the force of his desire, began to make her more aroused. 'Oh.'
'Yeah. Feel it. Feel my cock.' He shoved in full strength. 'Feel it.'
'Feel it!' He crouched close to her. 'Feel it.'
