Chapter 2 - My wife, Linda
Linda and I met when we were still quite young, I was 20 and she was 21.
She had this "fresh off the farm" innocence about her that attracted me
initially, like she needed someone, me, to take care of her. She was somewhat
plain looking, but that just added to her girlish charm. We would make out
sometimes, but she always stopped me at the petting stage, saying she wanted to
wait until she got married. I had had my share of sex and I was really starting
to get frustrated, but just when I was about to give up on her, she surprised
me. I had to work late one night and called her to tell her I wouldn't be
stopping by. I think she took it for more than it was, because she pleaded with
me to stop by no matter how late it was.
I got to the apartment she and her sister, Bev, shared around 1:00am,
dog-tired. I wasn't saying much as we lay on the couch watching some late night
movie. Her sister was asleep in the next room. Linda started kissing me but I
wasn't much in the mood. She kept it up and I was finally becoming annoyed,
assuming like always, it wouldn't lead up to anything. I was completely shocked
when I felt her hand brush against my crotch, I knew it must have been an
accident. When she began to squeeze my cock through my jeans, I about busted a
nut. She sat up, told me to lay flat and undid my pants. As she pulled my
growing cock from my underwear, a look of disbelief appeared on her face when
she realized the size of my rod. Being a rather petite 5 feet 1 inch - 100lbs,
her small hand could barely reach around it. With a look of determination, she
began to pump my hard 8" dick. Not having been touched for so long, not
counting my daily jerk-off sessions, I was ready to cum in short order. It
didn't occur to me that she had never seen a man cum before and wasn't prepared
for it. An enormous stream of jism shot out of my dick, spraying Linda's arm
and chest with thick globs of man goo.
Shock would be the best way to describe her reaction as she dashed for the
bathroom, cum dripping to the floor. I watched her, stunned, as she yanked off
her shirt in near panic and began scrubbing her hands and arm under the faucet.
I was put off at first, but realized I had never seen her in her bra before. I
sat and gawked in amazement as her tits jiggled around from her frantic washing.
For such a small body, she really had nice tits. At last, the offending
substance removed from her body, she turned and looked at me. Tears welled up
in her eyes and I felt a since of compassion for her I knew I could never feel
for any other girl. She noticed I was staring at her breasts and began to
blush, covering herself with her arms. I got up, put my spent cock back in my
pants, and walked over to her. I gave her a warm hug and told her everything
was all right. I did happen to notice the way her near naked breasts were
pressed into my chest.
We got married 1 year to the day after we met, in the little town she grew
up in. It was your typical Baptist wedding, with all the relatives there,
taking all kinds of pictures. The day dragged on as thoughts of the long
awaited honeymoon occupied my mind. My dick was semi hard all day and I was
afraid with all the hugs from relatives, someone would notice. Her 14 year old
cousin, Jan, who looked like she could be 16 in her formal dress and make up,
came up to hug us. She hugged Linda first and then me. Linda was busy talking
to her aunt and I caught myself pressing against this young girl. My cock
turned rock hard as I pushed my crotch into her belly, figuring she was too
young to realize what I was doing. I patted her back several times and she
finally stepped back, flashing me a devilish grin. She kissed my cheek and
walked away smiling. I would think of her often.
After what seemed like an eternity, the reception was over and we drove
away from the church. We didn't have a lot of money so we had booked a room for
a couple of days at the local "No tell Motel". It wasn't exactly a romantic
place but it didn't matter. I couldn't wait to finally show my virgin bride
what 8 inches of man meat could do. I figured she would be having one
continuous orgasm for the next 2 days. Nervously, she went into the bathroom
and shut the door to get ready. I quickly removed my clothes and got into bed,
while my dick throbbed with anticipation. It seemed like forever, but Linda
finally emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing a lacy, white corset, the
kind with garters holding up her white stockings. She was beautiful. As she
got into bed, she did the strangest thing...she turned out the light. Before I
could object, she asked softly, "Do you mind? I'm a little self conscious." Oh
well, at least I was going to get to fuck her. I would get to see her naked all
the time, now that we were married. Right?
I leaned over her and began to kiss her deeply. She liked to kiss, and I
figured this would warm her up. She was kissing back hard, so I went for her
tits. I ran my hand over the lacy fabric of her corset, and cupped her breast
gently. She moaned softly. I sat up and began fumbling with the lacing holding
the front of the corset together. After a few minutes, she finally said, "Let
me do it." She quickly undid the bindings and removed the garment. I could
only imagine what her naked breasts looked like in the dark. I cupped both
breasts in my hands and squeezed them together, wondering how they would feel
around my cock. I kept waiting for her to begin caressing me, but she never
did. As a matter of fact, the more I caressed her, the less responsive she
became.
I decided it was time to just go for it. I snuggled up against her, she
was flat on her back, and started sliding my hand toward her crotch. I paused
at her navel and drew little circles around it with my fingers. Nothing. I
moved on down to her bush and gently let my finger tips brush her pubic hair.
Still nothing. Determined, I slowly let my fingers touch her inner thighs and
just graze the outer parts of her virgin pussy. By now I would've expected her
to spread her legs enough for me to have access to her waiting cunt. By now I
would've expected her to be dripping wet. By now I would've expected her to be
ready to fuck. But she just lay there, her legs pressed together, arms at her
side, waiting for God knows what. "Are you okay?" I asked her, hoping to prod
her into responding. "Fine", she replied, lying completely still.
I was starting to get pissed off. Here we were, on our honeymoon, and I've
just realized Linda was frigid. 12 months of pent up frustration was boiling in
my gut. Damn, she said she wanted to wait until she got married. Okay, we're
married. So why the ice queen routine? Was it me? Was it her? Had she had
some weird sexual encounter as a kid? All I knew was that I was horny as hell
and she wasn't. The time had come for her to put out, to make up for all those
times she sent me home after a long night of kissing, my cock still aching for
release. I was going to get what was coming to me whether she was in to it or
not.
I pushed my hand between her legs and twisted it, forcing a little space
between them. I then ran my finger down her split, from clit to butt crack.
Her pussy was still dry, so I put two fingers in my mouth and covered them with
spit. I began rubbing her clit with my wet fingers, stopping occasionally to
gather more spit. Now and then, I would push one into her cunt, depositing some
saliva, hoping to jump-start her frozen snatch. An hour had passed since she
had turned out the light, and still no sign of life.
I held my hand under my mouth and dripped what spit I had remaining into my
palm. I then reached down to my still hard cock and lubed the head. As I lay
there on my side next to her, rubbing the head of my cock, I wondered what the
future would hold for us. At the moment, it didn't much matter. I was about to
fuck my wife and that was that. "Are you ready?" I asked her. "I guess so"
came her timid response. That was all I needed.
I rolled between her legs, spreading them with my knees. Kneeling between
her legs, I reached under her ass and pulled her hips up onto my thighs, putting
her pussy into better position. I spread her pussy lips with one hand as I
gripped my cock with the other. With the head of my dick wedged in the mouth of
her cunt, I leaned over her on one arm and began to push. Inch by inch, I
slowly worked my way into her dry cunt, her outer lips being forced inward
against my shaft. Another push, another inch. Nothing from her. I pulled back
out and rubbed another handful of spit on to my cock head. This time when I
pushed in, I spread her outer lips open with my thumbs. Four inches went in.
Push. Five. I could feel her inner lips stretch to their limits around my
stick, her pelvic bone rubbing hard against the top of my dick as it sank ever
so slowly into her. She grunted as I shoved another inch down into her. I
pulled out about half way, spit into my hand again, and wiped the lubricating
saliva around my thick shaft right where it disappeared into her gripping cunt.
I grabbed her ass cheeks, leaned forward and shoved hard.
"Oh my God", she cried, a slight tremble in her voice, as a full 7 inches
buried itself into the recesses of her cunt. I mistook her cry of alarm as a
cry of passion, and even though I could already feel the head of my dick
pressing against her uterus, I backed almost all the way out and thrust again,
pulling her up to meet me. A shriek came out of her that I thought would bring
the hotel manager running as my cock head bounced off her womb and dug itself a
path. My pelvic bone pressed against hers and my balls rested on her ass. At
last my full length was buried in her tight cunt, throbbing, absorbing the heat
deep within her body. I just sat there for a minute, not moving, letting her
pussy hole get accustomed to its new size. The shear tightness was incredible.
Now that penetration had been accomplished, I needed to reposition us for
some serious fucking. I wrapped my arms behind her knees and grabbed on to her
tits. Those wonderful, firm tits. Her back arched up, pressing her cunt even
harder against me. This was going to be great. I stretched my legs out,
resting my pelvis against hers. Finally, I arched my back and pulled my cock
out to the head. Slam. Slam. Slam. My balls slapped her asshole with each
downward thrust, causing her to let out a little cry with each stroke. My
passion had consumed me and the only thing I was conscious of was her hot cunt
gripping my cock like a tight, wet fist. I began sucking her ear lobes and
neck, but she would pull her head away from my mouth. Tired of her rejections,
I forced her legs over my shoulders, feeling her silk stockings against my neck,
held her face in my hands, and began biting her lips and tongue. I must've
gotten carried away because I could taste blood. But she never said a word. I
reached under her ass, buried my face in her neck, and began to fuck in earnest.
I pounded into her hot cunt non-stop for twenty minutes. Sweat dripped off my
face onto hers as I pounded her virgin cunt. My balls began to tighten up in
their sack, ready to fire their load, as I ground my self into her as hard as I
could. Jets of boiling hot cum sprayed into her snatch, but with nowhere to go,
were forced out and down the crack of her ass.
I must've shot a pint of jizz, because my balls were soaking wet and there
was a deep puddle under her. Slowly, reluctantly, I released my grip on her ass
and slid her legs off my shoulders. She was as limp as a rag doll and laid
there with her legs spread wide around me. I raised up, my dick not quite limp
stretching as her pussy still gripped it. I rolled off her and lay back
exhausted. She got up, wrapped the blanket around her, and shut herself in the
bathroom. I heard the shower running for a long time. Finally, the bathroom
door opened and I could see she was wearing flannel pajamas, the kind my dad
used to wear. She turned the bathroom light off and crawled into bed next to me
facing away in the fetal position. I spooned up against her until she noticed
the wet spot she was lying in. As she scooted closer to the edge of the bed, I
was left with a choice. Either lay in the wet spot myself to cuddle my new
bride, or roll over the other way. I said, "Good night, I love you" as I kissed
her cheek. "I love you too" she mumbled. As I rolled over, draping my arm off
the bed, I wondered again what the future would bring. I wondered when I might
see Jan again.
The rest of the honeymoon was about the same. She showed no obvious sign of
interest in sex, but made no attempt to resist. During the day she acted as
though nothing had changed, she was still cheerful and energetic, almost giddy.
But at night, she would resign herself to the fucking ahead of her, and just lay
there and take it. No matter, it did kind of piss me off that she would be so
passive and unresponsive, but at least I was getting some pussy. And it was a
tight pussy too.
Our marriage quickly became a routine. Linda would never initiate sex, and
sometimes I'd go two weeks or more waiting to see if she would. I started to
get more and more bitter toward her and would fuck her harder and harder. We
became distant but never considered a divorce. Hell, I don't think she even
realized I was pissed.
