The newlyweds got into their car, which had been carefully hidden, and roared from the garage, making a clean getaway. Eva watched him gear the powerful machine down to drive carefully through the heavy city traffic, but once on the freeway he mashed his foot to the floor. The sleek automobile went quickly to ninety.
They were to spend their honeymoon at a posh, very selective resort hotel in the mountains a hundred or so miles from the city, and John was in a hurry. He had bottled his urges long enough, and now that she was his, the bed that awaited them seemed much too far away.
The low slung sports car was made for speed, and at a hundred and ten, the outside world was nothing more than a blur. John seemed like a different man behind the wheel, no longer the conservative, intense young lawyer.
The combination of too much champagne and too much speed excited Eva terribly and she felt isolated belted to her bucket seat by herself.
"If that damn console wasn't in the way, I'd be all over you, John Richardson," she cried, reaching out to grip his thigh.
"If I had known that, I'd have ripped it out before we left," he said. He noticed the flushed look on her face and knew the speed was exciting her; it had always worked on other girls, why not Eva? He took his foot from the accelerator. "I'll stop and take the top off. It's more exciting that way."
John steered onto the soft shoulder and slammed on the brakes, the car fishtailing and chewing dirt for fifty feet. Eva's heart pounded; she had never ridden in a car so fast or stopped so recklessly.
"Unbuckle and stretch your legs, honey. This will take a few minutes," he said.
John was not quite the prim, mousy creature that he had led Eva to believe. He had used his money and manners and good looks to lay quite a few chicks along the way, usually when he was out of town. But none of them had affected him like Eva. She seemed so pure and sweet, so damn untouchable. It had only been in the past few days that he had begun to suspect any differently. Things he had heard – which he refused to listen to – and then little mannerisms and things she said herself. Perhaps she wasn't quite the pure little cherry that he had been holding up there on that pedestal. So what? He still loved her and could forgive and forget any foolish transgressions she had committed before they met. After all, he hadn't been perfect himself.
He finished with the top and got in his seat. Eva crawled into her seat on her knees and, leaning across the inhibiting console, put her arms around his neck and started kissing the side of his face. The gear shift pressed into her just below her belly button and felt like a hard cock with a massive head. The knob ground into her belly, making her hotter. She let one hand slide down his chest and over his stomach to his crotch. "I want you, mister," she said.
"I want you, too, but we're less than an hour from the hotel. We can wait until then." John said.
They kissed passionately, and somehow the knob on the gear shift got under Eva's dress between her thighs. She pressed herself against the hard intruder, moaning into her husband's mouth. The knob spread her cuntlips and pushed the thin panties deep into her slit.
"Oh, darling, I'm so hot. I want you so much," she hissed.
John was hot too, his hard-on pressing against her hand. He wanted her so bad he was beginning to hurt, yet he held back, afraid to discover too soon that she wasn't the virgin he had once thought. And if she knew how to get into a position to take his cock in a car this small, well… she knew too damn much, and he didn't want to know.
"Sit back down and buckle up," he snapped.
She gulped and pulled away, letting the gear shift knob slide through her wet slit. Breathing hard and within inches of an orgasm, she settled into her seat and hooked the buckle on her safety belt. Damn him, she thought, if he doesn't want it, he could have at least let me finish myself off on his car.
The dirt and gravel flew for a hundred yards as the machine ripped back onto the I pavement. It snapped Eva's head back like a solid punch on the jaw. When they entered the foothills that would soon turn to ragged mountains they were going over a hundred miles an hour. Eva sobbed with excitement as the powerful racer cornered the ever increasing curves.
John looked at his bride and grinned knowingly. He was beginning to like the idea that maybe she wasn't the prudish little cherry that he had thought. "If you want a real kick, open the little vent there in front of you and then slide down a little and pull your pants off. At this speed, it really feels good," he shouted above the howling wind.
Eva looked at him as if wondering if he was testing her, then pulled open the vent. The wind blew her thick blonde hair straight back as she unhooked the belt. Without a glance in his direction, she reached under her skirt and jerked her panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties off, and then opened her knees. John got his first look at his wife's delicious muff.
She's no prude, he thought. He reached over and laid his hand on the fluffy mess of soft hair.
"I like that, John, but you'd better keep both hands on the wheel at this speed," she yelled, lifting herself against his hand.
"A hundred and eighteen," he corrected.
They hit a hairpin curve at that instant. John hit the brakes and jerked the wheel. The car went into a spin, sliding into soft dirt, inches from the tiny barricade separating them from a hundred foot drop, then back onto the asphalt. They spun around three times, the tires screaming in protest, white smoke billowing behind them. On the last spin he hit the gas and the car lurched straight ahead.
"That was a close one!" John said, softly, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were bone white.
Eva had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and she was gasping through clenched teeth. "Oh, John!" she cried, "I'm… I'm wetting myself!"
He looked over. She had slid forward, her ass completely off the seat, and she was pissing. He had never seen a girl pee before, in any situation, and it excited him. He erected immediately.
"Don't hold it back, let it go," he cried.
She let the air out of her lungs and sat up. "I'm done now. My legs are all wet and I made a mess of the car," she said.
"Eva, you're marvelous," he said.
They topped a crest then and saw the hotel. It stood grandly in a fine haze just a couple of miles away. John slowed to seventy-five and banked the vehicle into the long, curved drive. He hit the brakes and slid the last seventy feet to the main entrance.
The doorman stood aghast. John got out calmly, walked around the car, and opened Eva's door. The doorman stared. "Pull down your skirt, dear." John said. He turned to the doorman. "Send our baggage to our rooms and have the car washed out. We spilled a can of beer on that last turn," he said, then taking Eva's hand, "Come along, dear."
The hotel was sumptuous beyond anything Eva had ever imagined. She gawked open-mouthed.
"Close your mouth, dear." John said, and went up to the desk. "John Richardson here. My key, please," he said to the clerk. The clerk, his mouth open, handed John his key. John took Eva's hand and led her to the elevator.
The hotel was sprawling. They had a suite of four rooms on the fourth and top floor. Their suite had a large living room with one wall entirely window, a dining room, a dressing room and bath, and an elegant bedroom with a huge four poster bed and a balcony. The balcony was directly over the swimming pool, which was carved out of a huge shelf of granite almost level with the third floor. A good diver could plunge into the pool directly from their balcony.
Eva took a quick, breathless tour of the suite, her eyes wide with awe. She stopped in the bathroom and stared at the massive, sunken bath tub.
"Maybe I'd better take a bath first thing," she said, turning to her husband, who was standing in the door grinning. "I feel all sticky… you know where."
"No, I want to go to bed first. You can bathe later," he said.
"But John, it's only four o'clock. I'm not sleepy," she giggled.
John stepped into the bathroom and pulled her into his arms. He unzipped the back of her dress while he kissed her hard on the mouth. "I'm going to take off all your clothes and throw you on the bed and fuck you," he said.
Eva pulled free of his grasp. "John! You're awful," she cried, and blushed. She was delighted that she could still blush; a bride was supposed to blush. "You'll have to catch me first," she squealed, and rushed past him and out the door.
He caught her two steps from the bed and yanked her dress down over her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. She remembered the same thing had happened with Mose earlier, and felt a thrill. She was wearing the same tiny uplift bra, too.
John buried his face between her bulged-up breasts. They were hot and firm and tasted of sweat. He curled his tongue down into the cups in an effort to get at her nipples.
"Take it off, John, take off my bra," she moaned.
After a minute of fumbling, he released the catch and her tits popped free. His mouth closed over a nipple while his hand moved up under her dress to cup her bare pussy.
Feeling his fingers on her cunt, she remembered that her panties were on the floor in their car, probably in a pool of piss. She blushed again, wondering what they would think at the garage.
He slowly pushed her dress over her hips until it was at her knees, and then pushed her backwards onto the bed. She lay motionless, staring at him.
"I can't open my legs like this," she said.
He grabbed the rumpled skirt and pulled it off and threw it to the floor. "You can now!"
She was completely naked now and slowly opened her legs, trying desperately to look shy and inexperienced. John stared at her luxuriant muff and then at the red, velvety lips slowly spreading as her legs went farther apart. He dropped to the bed beside her and took her in his arms.
"Eva, Eva, you're so beautiful, so sexy and beautiful," he gasped, pressing his mouth to hers. "I've waited so long for this."
"I know," she said softly, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.
Her hand went inside his shirt, into the thick hair on his chest. Her other hand rested softly against the bulge in his pants. She wanted to reach in, to feel its hot life in her hand, but she didn't want to appear too forward, too experienced.
He felt her hand resting softly on his cock and the desire hammered at his temples. The need for her, for the use of her body, was stronger than anything he had ever experienced. He knew without ever entering her that she wasn't a virgin, and he was glad; there would be no need to be gentle. He could ram into her cunt and ejaculate with one wild lunge if he felt like it, and he felt like it.
"Take it out," he said curtly, "take it out and feel it."
Eva buried her face against his neck and pulled at his zipper. The blood pounded in her temple, too, then she slipped her hand inside and wrapped around the rigid cock. She drew in a quick breath of air. It was bigger than she thought it would be. With proper exercise, she thought, it will be as big as his father's; it's harder right now. She held his cock firmly there inside his trousers and, in spite of her resolve to play with it innocently, started to slowly masturbate him.
He gasped with pleasure as her delicate hand caressed him. "Pull it out, baby, I need you now!" he cried.
She tugged his cock out. "Take off your pants. I need you, too!" she exclaimed.
"I can't wait that long. This one will have to be for me – your turn will come later."
And then he was on top of her. He found her slit and pushed in, her cunt peeling back his foreskin. Eva moaned and lifted to meet his thrust, eager to get his prick all the way inside her. This one was for her, too, even if he didn't know it. They were all for her.
As he sunk deeper, Mose and his huge cock were forgotten; the cock at hand was the important one. "A prick is a prick is a… and oh, God, I love it so," she mumbled incoherently.
She had his shirt open and he liked the feel of her big, soft tits flattened against his hairy chest, and she was so sweaty, even in this air-conditioned room. He pounded into her savagely, and quickly felt the urge start in his nuts. He stopped, halfway pulled out.
"Go ahead, come. I want to feel it," she gasped, already near her own orgasm.
"No! I don't want to…"
She locked her legs behind his thighs and pulled him back in. "Come, dammit, come!" she rasped.
He came with a grunt, his cum spurting into her cunt in wild, uncontrolled gobs. She felt the wetness and humped against him, but he was wiped out and she didn't quite make it.
John knew she didn't make it. After all, it's the first time for us together, not separately, he thought. What does she expect? He rolled off of her and lay on his back, inhaling huge gulps of air, afraid to look at her, not wanting to see the look of disappointment he was sure was on her face. Unless a man is sure of himself, he shouldn't marry a slut, he thought. Already she was a slut, and he knew nothing of her past.
Eva snuggled close to him, her hand sliding across his belly. "I love you, John," she said.
"What…" he muttered.
Her hand went to his crotch. She grasped his slippery, still half-hard prick. "You're so big, honey. It felt so good in there."
He rolled to his side and took her in his arms. "Oh, baby, I love you," he said. "I'm sorry I came so quick. I just couldn't hold it. I've wanted you so long."
"I know. And it's all right. I almost made it, and we have so many times ahead of us." She looked at him and wondered if she should say it. "You're a good fucker, Johnny, a really good fucker," she said.
He kissed her hard, forgetting that she was a slut. She made him feel ten feet tall, and he was a good fucker. He was just over anxious this time.
"I have to take a leak," he said.
She held his cock so it pointed straight up. "Go ahead," she said.
"You mean right here?" he said.
"Right here. You watched me, now it's my turn to watch you."
John relaxed and let it go. The heavy stream arched up into the air and fell back onto his belly, onto her hand, onto the bed. They started laughing and he pissed some more. It excited Eva to watch a man piss, and even more so when she held his dong while he did it.
They took a bath together and dressed and went down to dinner. They followed dessert with a couple of drinks. "Should I have some champagne sent up to our room?" John asked.
"No, I think… I think I'd rather have Scotch. Champagne makes me pee," she said.
They went into fits of giggling and everyone in the dining room stared.
"I'm glad we didn't get killed back there on that curve. We'd have missed all this." John said.
"Me, too." Eva said.
When they got back to their suite, it was only seven o'clock. An elaborate bar had already been set up with liquor of all kinds, especially lots of expensive Scotch.
They had a drink and then John got restless. "Let's go for a walk. I need to work that big meal down. I'm not used to eating so heavily at night." John said.
"I am." Eva said. "I like the heavy, drowsy feeling it gives me. You go ahead and take your walk. Maybe I'll take a little nap while you're gone."
"You're sure you don't mind?" he asked.
"Mind? I insist," she answered.
After he had gone, Eva looked at the bed and saw the stained spread. She grabbed it by one corner and gave it a jerk, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. "We don't need this thing, anyway. He'll find a way to keep me warm." She flopped onto the bed.
She tried, but couldn't sleep and finally got up and went to the bar and mixed herself a strong Scotch and water with no ice. The liquor warmed her immediately. She liked the feeling and quickly finished the drink. She made herself another and stepped onto the balcony.
Sounds from the pool drifted in the thin mountain air. She went to the edge and looked down at the dozen or so people in and around the pool. It struck her how safe and secure she was in her ivory tower above them all, and then she took off her blouse, and then her bra. It thrilled her to think that if anyone looked up they could see her. She removed her panties and lifted her skirt to the cool evening air. It was very exciting.
She went back inside and mixed her third drink, leaving her skirt on the floor behind the bar. She slipped into a pair of heels and put on a short, frilly dressing gown. It was sheer and very close to see-through. She was pleasantly drunk now, and wondered when John would return.
There was a knock at the door and she giggled. "The silly boy forgot his key," she said. She quickly downed her drink and went to the door, swaying slightly.
It was a bellboy.
"What-what do you want?" she said, a blush burning her cheeks.
"I-I-I," the boy stammered.
Eva felt the excitement churning inside her body. "Well?" she said, trying to sound stern.
"I-I was just checking to see if there was anything you needed," he said.
"No." Eva said, "not right now, anyway."
The boy stood and looked at her. Eva knew her cherry nipples were plainly in view, especially the way they were thrusting out all hard and excited. And her precious hairy mound was there for him to look at, too; maybe a little indistinct and wispy, but it was there.
"You're staring," she said.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I… well," he sputtered.
He called her ma'am. She giggled. He was only eighteen or nineteen, the same as she, and he called her ma'am. "You'll have to go. My husband will be back soon," she said.
The boy's face was red, and he turned to leave.
"Wait!" Eva cried.
The boy turned back to face the door. Eva took the bottom of her gown and lifted it up above her navel. He stared at her displayed cunt. She slammed the door shut, her heart pounding with wild excitement.
She went to the bar and poured some Scotch into her glass, her hand shaking, and then went to the bed and sat down.
"The nervy little bastard! He just stood there and stared at me," she said. One of her hands had crept between her thighs. She felt the wetness and pushed a finger into her cunt. "He was kind of cute, though."
She finished the Scotch and took off the gown and lay back on the bed. She lay on her back with her knees up and her feet squarely on the bed and masturbated slowly. As the delicious tendrils of sexual excitement moved through her belly, she decided not to tell John what had happened; he might not understand.
When John returned she was lying naked on the bed. He looked at her all spread out and felt a thrill. The urge to do something he never had, but had wanted to, hit him. He wanted to kiss her pussy. She was asleep and would never know. It was a perverted thing to do, but he wanted to desperately, and she would be none the wiser.
He eased to his knees at the foot of the bed. Creeping up over the bed, he gently opened her legs and lowered his lips to her thigh. It was terribly thrilling and he started kissing first one thigh and then the other, pushing her legs farther apart as he moved upwards.
"Ummmm." Eva moaned, instinctively lifting her ass from the bed. She had passed out, but the feel of a man's lips near her pussy started her juices flowing. Her cunt came open like the petals of a flower, ready to receive his tongue.
John smelled the delicious aroma of sex and slid his tongue into the narrow groove where her legs joined her torso. He wetted it freely and then moved across her puffy cuntlips to the groove on the other side. Eva's cuntlips were already open and waiting when he finally slid his tongue into the deep cleft. It was wet and slippery in there and strong to the taste.
Eva's hips started moving with his licking and she was moaning softly, her hands coming down to tangle in his thick head of hair.
My God, she likes it; the little slut likes it, John thought. Nice girls aren't supposed to even know about things like this, let alone enjoy it. He disregarded the fact that he was enjoying it, too, and that he was the one who had his mouth glued to her cunt.
And then she was coming. He knew she was coming – her ass lifted from the bed, her legs clamped against his face, she was moaning and crying out. Eva was coming from the stimulation of his tongue, and she was coming hard. He pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy and sucked in the juices flowing from her cunt.
When she went limp, he raised to his feet. He stood beside the bed, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her face up to his. "Kiss me, you cunt," he said, pressing his slime covered mouth against hers. Her eyes remained closed, her body limp.
"You're drunk, dead drunk," he cried. "You got loaded while I was gone!"
Her eyes fluttered open. "Loaded, got loaded," she muttered. "Need 'nother drink, honey. Get Eva 'nother drink."
"I'll give you a drink, you bitch." John snarled, tearing open his fly. His prick was hard and rearing. He looked down, almost surprised that he was stiff. "If you want something to drink, take this and maybe it will give you something." He held her up by her hair and prodded at her lips with his cock.
Her mouth opened to his cock, her arms closing around his thighs. The head of his cock slipped easily into her mouth, and she instinctively started sucking, her tongue pulling his foreskin back off the head. It seemed a rich man like John Richardson could afford to be circumcised, she thought, although she liked it this way. His cock had such a strong taste and it was so pleasurable to push his foreskin back and reveal the crimson head all naked and alive.
Eva's numbed brain knew she was sucking a cock and she knew the reward for sucking a cock was what she wanted – the hot, sometimes salty, taste of jizz. One arm released its grip on his leg and her hand found his prick. She started masturbating the portion of his prick that wasn't in her mouth.
"You filthy bitch," John stormed, "you want me to come in your mouth, you filthy, drunken bitch!" He had intended to piss in her mouth, but his hard-on wouldn't let him. And then he wanted to come in her mouth, wanted to come in her mouth, wanted to look down on her and watch her swallow the cum that poured from the end of his cock, wanted to see her degrade herself by drinking his sexual juice.
Eva felt his cock grow rigid and push deeper into her mouth; her reward was at hand. And then his cum filled her mouth, gob after gob spurting wildly into her precious gullet. She swallowed and sucked for more while he scoffed at her with filthy words and fucked into her mouth like it was the cunt of a whore.
He pulled free of her suctioning mouth and looked down at his prick. It was still standing erect from his trousers. Eva fell back on the bed, her mouth opening and closing. He wanted to smash his fist into her face, but he went to the bar instead and poured whiskey into a glass.
"Here's your drink, you slut, you filthy cocksucker," he said, again lifting her by her hair. He put the glass to her lips and she gulped convulsively, her hands coming up to grip the glass.
"Fuck me, John. I'm so hot. Fuck me now and make me come," she said over the rim of the glass.
She remained upright when he let go of her hair, holding the glass to her lips, gulping at its fiery contents. When it was empty she fell back, the glass falling to her belly and rolling off onto the bed and then to the floor.
John had his pants and shorts off by then and he looked down at her spread-eagled and ready. He felt the urge to urinate and pissed onto her golden, body. He directed the stream over her belly, her tits, and then onto her face. "You whore, you wanton, cock-hungry whore, you piece of shit," he yelled, his eyes full of tears, "… I love you."
He fell on top of her, his fingers finding her cunt. He was hard again and his prick went into her gash. It was wet and ready and swallowed all he had to offer. He hated her because he hadn't made her come the first time he had his cock in her belly, and a man is supposed to make his woman come with his cock.
"I'll fuck you, Eva, fuck you until you scream for mercy!" he cried, although he knew he couldn't.
"Yes, fuck me, John. I love you… now fuck me."
What a marvelous day it has been, she thought, feeling his stiff prick deep inside her. It was a beautiful wedding, her wedding, and then an exquisite fuck before she even got out of her gown, and not with her husband, but with his brother-in-law while his pregnant sister got it doggy-fashion in the next room. And the wild ride up the mountain side. What a thrill to go over a hundred miles an hour. She had to try it with herself behind the wheel sometime… soon. Even the pleasant little screw, though unfulfilling after they arrived here had been good. And now he was on top of her again, his prick throbbing in her cunt, her John, her own private fucker. He was fucking her and it felt good, so very good.
Her eyes were closed and she imagined it was the cute bellboy fucking her. It didn't do any harm to fantasize while her husband fucked her; he didn't know, and it made her a more excited fuck for him. The whole idea was to stimulate him and make him come.
Her passions were aflame. Drunk as she was, she could coast like this for hours, always on the crest of a shattering orgasm. And if she slipped over the edge into the never-never land of sexual bliss, it was never quite the peak she wanted and would start the climb to the top all over again.
"John, John, John," she moaned, almost incoherently. "Fuck me some more, make me come again! Oh, Christ… I'm there! Do it, do it, don't stop!"
John knew she was coming and felt a sense of pride, yet he was having difficulty making it himself. He felt the contractions in her cunt when she made it.
"Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn… never came so many times before!" she wailed, easing into still another and stronger orgasm. "Love cock, love fucking!"
John raised up and jerked out. He rolled her over onto her stomach. She went limp like a soggy washrag. Lust twisting his face, he spread her tender ass-cheeks apart and pushed his slimy cock against her tight asshole. He didn't know it, but he was finally getting his cherry – the only one she had left – her virgin asshole.
The pucker string was tight, but he pressed savagely until his fat cock burst inside. He grimaced with pleasure; it was so tight, so excruciatingly tight.
Eva moaned with pain, yet lifted her ass to meet his insistent pressure. A perverse pleasure accompanied the pain that cried at her tender asshole, and she knew she could come even like this.
John knew he would come, too, but he wanted his cock all the way in first and lunged into her. When he knew he was in to his balls, he started fucking, long hard strokes, and then he was coming, coming like he never had before.
Eva felt his warm jizz spurting inside her ass and raised up to deepen her impalement. She giggled into the pillow, feeling like a cherry on a skewer, even though she wasn't a cherry any more, anywhere. "Come some more," she moaned, "it feels so good." She didn't know if there was any difference between an anal orgasm and a pussy come, but thought there must be because it felt different. Good, but different. It didn't peak and then taper off. It made her feel good all over, warm and tingly. "Don't stop now… do it some more," she said.
But he did stop. John had drained his balls and all he felt now was disgust, good old Midwestern Puritan disgust. It felt so good while he was doing it. Why did it feel so bad after he was done?
"Sock it to me, baby," Eva said. "My ass wants some more."
John thought he would get sick. He pulled out. He got to his feet and went out on the balcony. "Don't leave me, darling. Fuck me some more," he heard Eva say.
He sat in a big chair. She wasn't a virgin when they got married. She was one well-fucked broad. Only nineteen and probably fucked more times than he had. He still wore his shirt and fished for a cigarette, the vision of his virginal bride fading into nothingness. He lit the cigarette and imagined a man, any man, lying on top of Eva, his stiff cock thrust up inside her. She moaned and wriggled with pleasure, trying to get the man's prick deeper, and then all of a sudden he had pulled out and she was sucking it, sucking another man's cock. The man grunted and hunched against her beautiful face and came, pouring his filthy slime into her mouth. Eva moaned with desire and swallowed it.
John drug deeply on his cigarette and looked down at his crotch. He was surprised to see that he was erected. His hand wrapped around his turgid meat. God, he thought, I haven't jerked off since I was sixteen. His hand, slid slowly, lovingly up and down on his prick. He imagined Eva when she was nine years old – she was beautiful even then – she was at a dance class in tight, red leotards, her tits straining in the thin fabric. Girls of nine don't have tits, he thought. She was standing in a corner with a little boy; she had his cock out in her tiny hand and she was masturbating him. The little boy squirted his white stuff onto her red leotards at the same instant that John squirted his cum onto his hand.
He heard a noise and turned. Eva was at the bar. She's a drunk as well as a whore, he thought. He saw her drinking straight from the bottle and then she fell down. She didn't get up. He sat for a long time before he got up and went in to where she lay.
John pushed his wife over with his foot. She was so lovely, so desirable, even passed out cold, maybe even dead – he didn't really care which.
She lay motionless, totally inert, while he fucked her there on the floor. It was impossible, once a night had been his best, yet he was hard and throbbing inside her juiced-up pussy. He imagined he was someone else, maybe a stupid, worthless bellboy, and ejaculated inside her. He was in a state of shock and fucked her until he came again. This time he was a pony; no, a stallion with a huge red and purple cock that split her wide open.
Afterwards, he got to his knees and hit her in the face with his fist. When he laid her gently on the bed her nose was bleeding. He hit her again.
He went back to the balcony and sat down. The tears wouldn't stop; he cried like a baby. He decided that he was a monster. He had used his fists on a woman, his own wife, beaten her up because she liked his prick. It was natural for a woman to like a man's prick; that's what it was all about. He had taken his little virgin bride and broken her cherry and when she liked it, he hated her for it. She was much too good for him, he decided, and fell asleep.