Marilyn sobbed until there were no tears. She thought her life was ruined, her marriage destroyed. Not married even two days and her husband had walked out. Slapped her to the pound and walked off.
Marilyn had wanted to let Dave make love to her, but she was startled. And then he came at her like the man on the beach. He tried to rape her.
Marilyn looked in the mirror. She looked puffy, almost bloated. No man would want her looking like that.
She jumped. What if… what if she… she could not let a man touch her? Not ever again? Her heart began to pound at the thought. Not even, Dave! He had frightened her before. What if that happened again? What if it happened every time?
Panic swept her for a second. She sat on the rim of the tub, trying to get her mind to stop whirling so fast. It might be true, she thought. Maybe she would always scream if a man tried to make love to her.
For a moment she almost screamed. The memory of Dave helped her to become more calm. She loved him. She would have to do anything – anything – to hold him, to keep him for herself.
Marilyn stood up and started to fill the bathtub. If she was going to be able to be with a man, she would have to start looking like someone a man would want to be with would want to take to bed.
As the bath finshed, she brushed her hair carefully. She lowered herself into the warm water and stretched out, letting the warmth surround her, relax her tight muscles, soothe her fears.
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."
"Oh." There was a whisper of real lust from her clit.
"Now." His hips rose, fell and he began his final moves. Fucking steadily, pressing himself to her full length. Carl humped into the peak of his lust. Shimmering clots of pure desire crowded around his dick. His balls ached and he thrashed in with his prick. "Now! OH! NOW!! NOW!!" Three low grunts and he came, heavy rushes of hot cum drenching the blond's cunt instantly. His pleasure whirled and he shoved all, the way up her tunnel until it dripped ball-juice.
Marilyn felt the raw power of the man. She lay helpless under him, eyes right on his face, looking at the cruel smile, staring at the cords in his neck, the bulging veins on his forehead. The look frightened her and aroused her. Her body had done that, had made him feel like that, had created that much lust in him. Her body had driven him to a fury of passion.
That must be what Dave feels, she thought. And I've got to try to satisfy him. Got to!
"Ahhhhh!" Carl lay on her, breathing deeply. "Not too bad. For a first time." He kissed one tit.
"What?" Marilyn lay completely still.
"You're learning. But you've got a long way to go." He slipped his tool from her twat.
"What do you mean?" The fear started to return.
"Well, you've stopped screaming and trying to run away. But you didn't come. Didn't even try. Did you?"
"Uh… uh, no. No."
"I can always tell." Carl stood up. "But you will. You'll come and come and come before I'm through with you."
"But… but you came. That's all. You'll let me go now. Won't you?"
"Hell, this was just a sort of waem up." He pulled on his pants.
"But… but I…"
Carl started to take the belt from her wrists. "I told you that you had a lot to learn. I'm a fucking good teacher." He threaded the belt through the loops around his waist. "You'd better get up."
"I… I just want to go back to… to my room."
"Still afraid of it, huh?" He took her arm to help her up and kept holding on firmly.
"I… I just… Carl, no. Please."
"Yes." He began to lead her along the beach. "I've got lots of nice thihgs to show you. Lots of toys and games for us to have a good time with." Carl held her firmly by the arm and waist as he directed her back toward the hotel.
"What… what are you going to do now?"
"Show you what real fucking is all about. Teach you how to please a man. Any man. Even your husband. It's high time you learned that, honey."
"But, I… He likes me. Dave loves me."
"For how long? With what I'm going to show you, you can hang on to him forever. He'll never want to look at another woman." Carl's hand glided over her ass. "And you will like it too. Be better than any kind of fuck you've ever had."
"But… I don't love you. I love my husband."
"This isn't love, kid. This is fucking. I didn't say one damn thing about love. Did I?"
"Think of it this way. You're doing this for him. For your husband. To please him. Just like you learned to cook or keep house."
"I… uh… that's not the same thing, really."
"And remember. You don't have much choice, either." His fingers bit into her arm tightly. "Ow. That hurts."
"Just remember that." He led her away from the edge of the water. "Besides, I won't touch you after today. It's just for a little while."
"Listen. It's just bodies. Just screwing. That's all. You can try to get something out of it or you can fight me. I'll still get what I want. So it's up to you."
"I… well…"
Carl stopped moving. "You might as well say yes."
"I don't have any choice. Like you said."
"Okay." He took his hand from her arm, just walking beside her. "We'll have one good session and then you can go on back to your husband."
"Where… where will we go?"
"My room. I've got everything we need there."
"Oh." She walked in silence beside the man. She felt dominated, overwhelmed by his strength, the force of his personality, the aggressive approach.
"It's over there." He pointed to the hotel. "That's my, our rooms."
"I know. I'm right next door."
"Don't worry. The only thing I'll do to you tomorrow is smile."
"It's like our room next door. Just the same." Carl closed the door, locking it securely.
"Huh?"
Carl grabbed her wrist and yanked her close to him. "Look! The biggest thing you've got to learn is just to do what the man says. Never question. Just obey." He shoved her back. "Now strip!"
"Yes." Marilyn turned her back and lifted the loose dress over her head.
"Damn nice." He looked her over. "Turn around. Look right at me."
Marilyn faced the man, eyes down, head hung toward her chest.
"Just beautiful. Big tits, smooth skin, nice tiny cunt. Great!" He walked over to her and caressed her breasts with one hand. "Did your husband take your cherry?"
"OH… no. It was… somebody else."
"Then you know something about men. Looking like you do, lots of guys must have come onto you. Come on real strong."
"Yes. They did." She did not look at him.
"How many of them got up in here?" He touched her snatch. "Before your husband?"
"Two."
"So your husband was number three and I'm number four." He turned toward the bed. "Fix me a drink. Get one for yourself, too."
"I don't want one."
"I didn't ask you. I told you. Fix a drink. For both of us. Just do what I tell you."
"Yes, Carl." She went to the bottle on the dresser. "There's no ice."
"We'll drink it neat." He pulled off his shirt and sat on the bed.
Marilyn poured bourbon into both glasses, about two inches in Carl's and about two sips in hers. "Here we go." She gave him the glass.
"Thanks." He tossed down about half of the booze. "Suck my cock." He lay back on the bed.
"But… your pants… I…"
"Damn it all to hell. Are you that fucking stupid? Just pull down the zipper and suck my prick. It's easy, honey. Just fucking do it. Slit."
Marilyn went to her knees and gingerly touched the man's crotch. Her fingers found the tab of the zipper and tugged at it. It caught and she pulled harder. No movement.
"Oh, Christ," Carl said, sitting up. "Here. Like this." He opened the fly and took out his prick. "Suck it. You can manage that much, can't you?"
"Yes." Marilyn put her lips around just the very tip of his meat, barely touching the soft skin for a moment she let just a hair more of the tool into her mouth.
"God, honey. Suck it. Get down there! Right on it." Carl shoved her head firmly to his crotch, placing the whole cock into her mouth. "Shit, I sure feel sorry for your husband."
Marilyn began to press her tongue against the limp dick. She'd done this for Dave sometimes and he always said how much he liked it.
Marilyn sucked harder, determined to see what kind of reaction she could get from Carl. He'd let her know whether she did a good job or not.
Some thickness entered the shaft and she tightened her lips and pulled, stretching the tool out, up from his crotch, making it get firmer, thicker, the flesh swelling steadily now as she worked at it.
"That's better. Yeah. Just keep doing that." He moved his hips around, sliding up into her mouth.
The cock got longer. It touched into her throat and she made herself swallow all of it.
"Not bad." Carl pushed the blond head from his prick and sat up. "Now let's see how you like some games." He pulled out his special case and opened it up. "Stay on your knees. Put your hands behind your back." Carl undid his belt and shoved down his pants. His hands stretched out a length of electrical wire, copper sheathed in brown plastic. Bending behind the naked woman, Carl put a couple twists of wire around one arm, bound it to the other arm, then bound around both wrists, not quite cutting off the circulation. "There. Now turn around. On your knees." He planted his fists on his hips as he watched her clumsily maneuver into place.
"Suck my cock." He shoved his tool to her face.
"Get me all turned on. Just with your mouth."
The prick was about half-hard. She struggled and got it down her throat again, holding it for a moment before she started to sway back and forth, stroking the full length from base to end.
"There. You see. You're learning." He mouthfucked the girl. "That's starting to feel nice." He gave her a few deeper shoves, his cock completely hard now. "Not bad at all." He rammed it all the way down her throat.
Madly gagged but held on, flicking her tongue around on the broad head until it flared widely.
"Yeah!" Carl held her head with both hands, plunging into the moist pit slowly.
"Suck my balls." He took his dick from her. "Get them wet." He leaned ahead, lowering his nuts of her nose. "I want your spit to drip off my rocks. Suck them!" He held her by her hair, forcing her face between, his legs. "Lick those balls. Lick!"
Marilyn's tongue crept out, touching the crinkled pouch surrounding the man's nuts. She let her saliva flow, covering the slithering round testicle completely before she started in on the other.
"Nice work." Carl spread his legs farther to give her room. Her face pressed up between his legs. Lust coiled inside his balls as she kissed them.
"That's enough." Carl walked away. "Look at me." His thick hard-on stuck up close to his belly. "Look at my cock. Look right at my big cock." He faced her, just a few feet away, her face on a level with his crotch.
Marilyn stared at the tool. She looked only at the organ, ignoring the rest of the man. She tried to think of it as Dave's cock, but it didn't look the same.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes." Marilyn saw only the prick. Not Carl's prick, just a prick. A man. A man deeply aroused.
"Do you want it?"
"Yes." Marilyn wanted what it meant. She wanted the desire it stood for, desire for her. For her body.
"Get up."
Marilyn struggled to get to her feet, the wire biting in on her wrists as she moved.
Carl came up and stood close, close enough so the tip of his cock brushed against her belly and his chest touched her tits. "We ought to get you turned on a little." He spoke softly, a small smile moving on his lips. His chest swayed from side to side, gliding on her nipples. "Do you like to be turned on, Marilyn?"
"I… yes. I do." She managed a small smile.
"That's good. Because I am really going to try to get you nice and hot." His fingers started to roll her tits around, massaging gently, pressing lightly on the nipples.
"That's coming along now." He left one hand to work on her breasts and held his cock with the other, guiding it until the tip rubbed against her clit, pressing down on his thick shaft, sliding it into her batch of crotch-ball. "How's that?" He rotated the cock-end on her cunt.
"It's… nice. Oh." One thin flash of live pleasure pinged from her cunt. And then a second followed. The third was stronger. Marilyn quivered for a moment. Her nipples started to become firm. His fingers moved faster. More pressure came to her clit from his prick.
"Kiss me," Carl whispered. "Make it real." He touched around her pussy with his dick.
Marilyn closed her eyes and touched her lips to Carl's.
"Make it reall." His tongue tried to pry into her mouth. She let her lips part, opened her teeth, and took his tongue. Warmth began to spread through her cunt. His prick touched her clit again, his fingers pinched on her tit. The man's tongue probed strongly. Marilyn responded to his moves, slithering her tongue on his, her body starting to come alive under his caresses. There was a force – real passion in his kiss – and she responded to it, leaning against him.
The head of his cock pressed into her snatch. His thumb rotated her clit. Her desires rose swiftly.
It all felt so good. So sensuous. So sexy.
Marilyn's mouth began to stir by itself, returning the kiss, answering his desires. Her nipples became firm, almost throbbing under his touch. Her cunt pulsed with physical desire.
"Mummmmm." She wanted to cling to him but her hands were bound. Her whole body advanced, melting to the man.
Carl took a quick setp back. "Bitch!" He slapped her hard across the face.
"Owwwww." She fell to the floor.
"That's to let you know who's boss. I give you pleasure, I take it away. When I want to. When I want to. It's all up to me. It's always up to the man." He walked away.
Marilyn twisted around and looked up at him. Her pleasure went away instantly.
"Get up. Get up and sit on the bed."
She did as she was told, sitting on the very edge of the bed, back to the man, looking over her shoulder at him.
"That's good. Just sit there. Nice and still." Carl took two coils of hemp rope from his case. Crouching, he made a noose and slipped it around the woman's left ankle, drawing the rope along to the foot of the bed. He tied it there very securely. The other ankle got the same treatment.
"Now spread your legs. As far as you can. Really stretch." He pulled her leg toward the head of the bed and tied it off to the metal leg.
Carl climbed to the bed, straddling her hips with his feet. "Suck my cock. Get it hard again." He shoved his dick between her lips.
Manly licked at the tool, sucking for a moment until the stiffness returned. Her legs were stretched, her pussy gaping open between her thighs. She felt totally helpless.
"You're getting better." He got down from the bed. "Or maybe I'm just getting hornier." Carl went to the other side of the bed, crawled over and started to untie Marilyn's arms. Her movements had tightened the wire and he had to tug at it to get it loose.
Marilyn massaged her wrists when they were released.
"Lie down," Carl said. "Get on your back. Arms out over your head. Straight out."
Carl's fingers threw loops of sash-cord around the wrists, brought them together, circled the ties with more cord, then tied the arms down to the bed frame.
Standing beside the bed, Carl looked down at the woman. "Yeah. That's the way a woman should always be. Just stretched out, all naked, just waiting for a man to come along and fuck her."
Marilyn looked up at the man. She was frightened again. The man was so changeable, his moods shifting almost in a second. All she wanted now was for him to come so he would let her go.
Carl went around and stood between her fled legs. "Does your husband eat your pussy for you?"
"Yes."
"I bet he doesn't do it like I do it." Carl crouched, planted his knees firmly and ran a hand up the inside of her thigh. When one finger touched the delicate pink flesh he dipped his head and kissed gently down to her clit from her belly. His lips parted and he kissed over the pussy, tongue barely flickering among the hairs. His other hand crept to the snatch, touching lightly on the crescent-moon folds of flesh that flanked her love-hole.
One finger went inside and Carl's mouth closed over the clit, tongue darting to lick at the bit of flesh. A finger from the other hand went in and Carl parted the cunt with his hands and sank his whole face right in, licking deeply up the soft channel.
In spite of herself, Marilyn felt her twat began to warm under the caressing mouth. His teeth nibbled at her clit and she felt passion stir deep between her legs. A moan escaped from her throat and her hips began to move, writhing as the man ate her box.
"You like that?" His tongue glided back and forth on her clit.
"Yes. Yes, Carl. I like it." Real desire started to build in her cunt. Her nipples throbbed, nice and hard, changing from pink to red without any touching.
Carl sent one hand up and found a tit. His fingers pressed the firm nipple down and played with the flesh until it came back up again. His tongue made fuck-moves into the cunt and his nose pressed against the clit.
"Ohhhhhhh." A shudder of deep arousal passed from her head to her thighs. A steady pounding started in her twat. Heat sped though her flesh. "Yes. Oh. Ohh! Yes!" She lifted her hips, pressing her pussy to his mouth. Her tits burned with pleasure, the nipples filled with a wonderful ache as his fingers crushed them. Her cunt creamed.
Carl kissed the cunt, rolling it with his tongue. He started to crawl up, kissing along her belly, moving above her, his knees between her legs.
"Carl, Carl. What's happening to me?"
"I told you you'd like it." He lay with his dick across her twat. His hips curled back and he dragged the full length of his rod across her cunt, bearing down hard when he slid it forward.
"Carl!" Lust flew along her nerves. His hands found her tits and crushed them. His body pressed her to the bed, his weight bearing don.
"OHHHH!" His cock slid into her cunt. The whole length of his hard organ went in. Marilyn melted, dissolved in physical passion. Lust blazed everywhere as he fucked her. His cock touched all around inside her snatch, angling to touch every part of the smooth passage.
"Oh my God. God!" The pleasures crowded out of her crotch. Thick billows of pure enjoyment swelled, crested and broke all through her. Spasms of bright lust swirled in her head. She writhed, pinned by his body, held by the ropes. She wanted to hug him, to pull him close, to touch his powerful body, feel his muscles as they moved, as they gave her so much happiness.
"Carl! Carl. Oh. Oh! Oh!" Marilyn knew she was going to come, knew the man was going to bring her to a shimmering climax. The heat in her cunt boiled. Fire raced along her legs. Her arms strained against the bonds. Her torso heaved, at the powerful lust. His steady thrusts did not change, just kept giving her wonderful delight.
"Carl." He kissed her. His cock drove in faster, more strength behind the drives. His tongue moved in at the same tempo as his dick.
Marilyn drowned in pleasure. His body touched her everywhere. His prick brought her to the rim of a blazing climax and skillfully pressed her over into the wild torrents of ecstasy. She tried to scream, to cry out, but his mouth pressed tightly and smothered her shrieks of passion. Fire streamed from her clit. Every nerve burned; her legs flailed and her breasts shook with the depth of her lust.
"Ohhhhhhhhu! God!!!" He rose above her, slamming with his body, straining to pound in with his prick.
"Carl!" The long orgasm drenched her. Sweat poured over her smooth skin. She came and came and came, consumed by the force need, the overwhelming passion.
The hammering peak of desire passed. Carl kept fucking, strong thrusts, his butt strongly behind each drive.
"Carl. Oh. It was… oh!"
The man slowed but kept screwing. "You see what a man can do for a woman? If he wants to?" He pulled out of her cunt. "If he wants to. It's all up to him. You remember that the next time your husband wants to make it with you. You remember that and do just exactly what he says."
"Carl, I will. I will. Oh. It was… it was perfect. Just perfect." Her tits rose and fell as she breathed deeply.
His hard cock shimmered with her cunt-juice as he crouched between her knees. "You're good. You've got a tight snatch. Lively. I could feel it moving around my dick." He touched her cunt with two fingers. "Bitchin tits." He kissed both boobs, opening his mouth to slide his tongue all around the nipples.
"Now I'm going to show you how a man really fucks." Carl got up from the bed. He took a long swig of bourbon straight from the bottle.
"I am going to split you in half. Right up the middle." He stood over her.
Fear mingled with desire as Marilyn looked up at the powerful man. A film of sweat glinted on his chest under the thick mats of dark hair. Her eyes fastened on its prick.
"I'll break you in two with my cock."
"Take me," Marilyn whispered, tilting her twat to him.
"Ydu're learning." Carl checked the ropes holding her legs.
"Just try to stay with me. That's all. Just try!" His cock jammed into her cunt. His hips slammed it all the way in, shoving hard, forcing the dick higher up the tunnel.
When he started to fuck, brutal slams came from his body. His legs splayed on the floor, feet spread, braced on the carpet. His dick ripped up the tender pussy. Every bit of hisforce lunged down, hammering at the woman.
The fucking hurt. His hands on her tits brought ribbons of agony streaming. Her flesh shrieked but she could do nothing. She had to lie there, tied hand and foot, helpless under the man's savage attack.
Carl's body thrashed. His cock slammed in, cut in, beat against the flesh. His full weight crashed behind every stab.
"Ohhhhh. God. Oh. No!" Marilyn's head snapped from side to side. She felt the full power of the man. Knew the full force of his virility. His muscles clenched, flexed, kept driving the cock full speed up her cunt. Sweat streaked him, spread in small trickles down his chest. Ths hands cupped under her shoulders, raising her tits to him, bending her double.
Carl's lust raged. The fury of his balls kept him plunging. His body release. His cock burned as he fucked. Raw physical need commanded him, drove him to a frenzie. His arms ached from crushing the blond.
Marilyn screamed. Torment drenched her. Her cunt was a vast pit of pure agony. She shrieked until her mouth was dry. Her voice cracked.
"Stop!!! God!!! No!! Carl!! Now."
Carl kept fucking. Every nerve howled with savage pleasure. His legs kept him moving. His cock kept sending out great rivers of enjoyment.
Pain ran through Marilyn's flesh. She could not cry out any more. She lay on the bed, writhing under the man, desperately hoping to make him come. That would stop him. If she could just manage to give him what he wanted, to give him more, more sex, more pleasure. She forced her cunt to move around the gouging dick.
A new, primitive feeling began, riding through the pain, swelling darkly until she could almost taste it. A new lust, deep, filled with terror and longing. Carl's cock created the heavy, pulsing desire right in her snatch. It spread like a stain, like ink on white velvet until she lost herself in it, until the dark pleasure overcame her, took possession and she began to come.
The feeling was naked, savage, totally physical. Elemental desire, male for female, surged and Marilyn lost herself, went blind as the wild enjoyment raced through her.
"Carl!! Ohhhih!! God!!! Carl!! Ohhhh!!!"
An explosion ripped through them Carl heaved, grunted like a wild creature and surged with total lust into the body, into the woman, his cum scorching as it sped through his plunging cock. His hips bent and he gasped, lunged and sent more boiling jism into the hot fuck-pit. The heavy cream leaped from his prick, drenching the cunt. His balls flamed from the impact of the orgasm.
Marilyn howled as the man fucked her. The passion ripped through her cunt, sliced from her cunt right through to her head. Her flesh shrieked from the total pleasure, the incredible ecstasy. The man was a pile of muscles above her, his cock driving right into the center of her whirling desires. She tried to call his name but no sound came. Her eyes stared above her, seeing only bright rainbows.
"God! Damn! Yes!" Carl made the last few crushing drives and slumped exhausted to the woman's sweaty body. He gasped for air, back heaving above her, his arms limp along her sides.
Marilyn lay stunned, the fury of their lust still ringing through her mind. She could not move, could not speak.
They lay together for several minutes, breathing deeply.
Finally, Carl pulled his dick from the battered pussy and got up. "There! Now that's the way a man really wants to fuck." He took a swig from the bottle.
Marilyn looked at him. He had ravished her. Raped her. Fucked her until she screamed and wanted to pass out. And she had loved it. Loved the force, the bare power of his body, of his naked cock. The power of his lust.
"Carl. Oh. It was… God. Incredible."
"Tell your husband about it. Maybe he'll do the same thing some time. If you show him how." Carl bent and untied her hands.
Marilyn drew up her legs when he released them.
"Like you, honey. I scared the hell out of you this afternoon. But I gave you a chance and you loved it."
"Yes. Yes, I did." She curled up slightly to ease the slow ache in her twat. She thought of Dave. He was good in bed. And she loved him. Very much.
But this man had come along. On the second day of her honeymoon. And she went with him. Came with him. Came like she had never come before.
Her eyes went over him again, resting on his prick. Not so different from Dave's, she thought. It was how he used it. How he… he dominated. Took charge. That was it!
Carl had taken charge of her. Dominated her. Made her come to his room. Forced her to have sex. And forced her to come.
He had done it all.
Marilyn breathed a sigh of relief and stretched slowly oh the bed. Carl had done it. She just didn't have any choice.
Carl handed her a drink. "Here you go."
"Thank you." She swallowed it gratefully.
"You can go whenever you want to. I won't be after you again. And I won't say a word to Dave, either."
"I… okay." Marilyn stood up. Her dress was in a heap in the far corner. She shook it out and slipped it over her head.
"So long, honey." He smiled at her.
"Good-bye, Carl." She gave him her smallest smile and left the room.