Meanwhile, in their own cabin, Carl and Verna Monroe were beginning to learn the intimate secrets of married love and each other's eager bodies…
After Jim and Suzie had left, Verna closed the door of the cottage and smiled at her new husband. "Is there any booze left, honey?"
"Not a drop," Carl replied, shaking the empty rum bottle. "Just what's in our glasses, and then we'll be dryer than Kansas."
"Then let's polish them off and go to bed, okay?"
Bed! Sex! Carl quivered as he put the bottle down on the sideboard and retrieved his half-full glass. He watched Verna sidle barefoot across the carpeting to the couch and sit down, feeling fuzzy from all the drinking he'd done and completely unnerved by his sultry bride's ripe, provocative charms. He stared entranced as she crossed her long tanned legs Indian-style beneath her lush buttocks, tightening the material of her shorts lewdly into the sharply defined slit up between her thighs, making the folds of her inviting pussy bulge out in lurid bas-relief. She leaned forward to pick up her glass from the table, and the firm mounds of her breasts were exposed to his gaze, with just the hint of the chocolate hardness of her vibrant nipples.
Carl felt a slight flush creeping along the base of his neck as he sat down beside her, unable to take his eyes off her sensual voluptuousness. His cock spasmed in his pants one time, and then – incredibly – again, and quickly, feeling ashamed, he took a long deep pull at his glass, letting the last of his rum cocktails relax his growing arousal. I can't let this happen, he cautioned himself. Remember what Dr. Erastus Shultz's Marriage Manual said about the wedding night… the groom must be gentle and understanding with his bride and not scare her with his masculine strength… a wife is to be tenderly cherished and treated with respect and patience, and never be allowed to think her husband regards her as anything but a decent and honorable woman…
That's what Dr. Shultz said. But God! That doctor had obviously never met Verna! Carl tried to deny his rising passion, but, in spite of his best efforts, he had to admit that his black-haired bride was enough to make an angel give up his halo. She exuded pure animal lust like some kind of mist encompassing her when she walked and talked and smiled. He was filled with the horrible desire to reach out and grab her, throw her down right where she sat and make love to her like a cave man! He felt his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity as if it were alive, as if it were straining to prove itself. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the barnyard thoughts swirling in his overheated mind. But it remained throbbingly blood-swollen and aching in his pants. Think of how pure your love is for Verna, how you admire her personality, how you must control your male demands if you're going to start your marriage off properly! Think of what Dr. Shultz would do if he were here! But Carl had already had too much to drink, and the tantalizing Verna was proving to be too much of a woman…
Guiltily, he turned to her and asked, "W-Would you like me to turn on the radio?"
"If you want to, honey," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded and the tiny tip of her pink tongue slowly circling her lips.
"I thought… I thought we could dance."
"Wouldn't that be uncomfortable for you? I mean, with that big fat hard-on I can see in your pants?"
Carl almost dropped his drink in convulsive reaction to her lewd words. He had never heard a woman talk in such lascivious terms! "Verna… cut it out, for Pete's sake!"
She giggled, uncrossing her legs and stretching out on the couch until her face was close to his and her breath was a branding iron against his cheeks. "That wonderful hard-on that's all mine, Carl honey! That hard, hard prick of yours! You don't want to dance with me and have me rubbing my soft little pussy against it, do you?"
Carl's breath quickened at her obscenities.
"Kiss me!" she whispered throatily. "That's what you really want to do, isn't it? Well, I'm your wife now." She took both their glasses and set them on the table. "So kiss me!"
Carl kissed her, there on the couch where they lounged against the cushions. He might have kissed her in a dozen ways, but he kissed her with his tongue and spontaneously she sucked it down into her mouth with hungered eagerness. Shaken to the core, the twenty year old young man drew back and raised his head to stare at his hotly panting bride, then kissed her once more in the same manner. She didn't resist. The fire was mounting within her like a vortex, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth, probing and charging it with her own wet tongue.
He didn't raise up to stare into her eyes this time. His cock was jerking uncontrollably in his pants as she squirmed her loins hotly against his with the urgency of her sexual desire for him, her lightly covered breasts seeming to seek out the trembling cup of his hands. He pressed her right breast tentatively, caressing it with experimental tenderness, vaguely wondering if Dr. Shultz had been married when he'd written his manual. Then Verna's tongue wormed like a hot wedge of fire into his own mouth and he could taste the sweetness of her breath. Instinctively, he dropped his hand to her belly and stroked the satiny skin as her breath quickened in his mouth, then he let his finger trace down over the gentle rise of her pubic mound to her thighs, all the way to the pulsing crevice between her parting legs.
This was going to be one hot night, he could see that now! She wanted him, wanted him badly, and ol' Dr. Shultz could stuff that book up his arse! Then came the anguished thought – had Verna ever wanted another man this way? Was she all his, entirely his, or had she given herself like this to others before him…? Hell… what difference did that make now? His cock was a hammer now, and this moment, with her, now… that's all that mattered! Look at her, her breasts heaving and her buttocks squirming in those immodest shorts of hers…
Verna gazed up at him. She lay cradled in his arms across his lap, her eyes gleaming with love and adoration… and lust! Delicately, she moved her arm in a way as to press against his lower belly and pelvic region, feeling the rock-hard protuberance of his stiffened cock pulsing beneath his pants. She supposed it wasn't fair of her to act this way, but she didn't care. She wasn't trying to be fair… only fulfilling.
That was a lovely word – fulfilling. What would poor Carl do now if she reached down and squeezed his penis? Whimper? Squeal with joy? God, how she'd like to, but decorum was in order, even though she had no predicted end for what was to come. Ad lib. More irony perhaps. Poor, poor Carl and his silly, immature ideas about what was Right and what was Wrong. Good Girls and Bad Girls, everything so black and white, when, in truth, there were no such things as right and wrong when it came to sex… only fun, fun and fulfillment.
What would happen if he ever found out how unchaste his little sweet bride really was? Well, he wasn't going to find out, not if she had her way. Verna loved him – loved Carl as only an experienced woman can love a man who is basically good and noble at heart. Carl had integrity, and no man of integrity could accept being number thirteen – lucky thirteen! – and a wife who'd not only had a full dozen lovers before him, but countless one-nighters and a few drunken blanks when she couldn't remember the next morning who'd stuck his cock in her the night before. No… she'd have to take it slower than usual, lead him gently along, the way you'd housebreak a young puppy and not act like some gutter-slut off the streets. Yet Lord! She wanted him, wanted his thick hard cock up inside her vagina right this instant! How could she hope to last out…?
Suddenly, he lifted her to him, kissing her and running his hand along the back of her halter, unfastening the snaps. The halter sagged open, and he clutched one of her naked breasts with a feverish need.
Verna gasped aloud.
Carl's hand squeezed her breast while his tongue played in her mouth and she nibbled on it. Then his thumb and forefinger found the nipple and rolled it tenderly between them, generating tiny shocks of lust throughout her squirming body.
"Oh… Oh Carl!" she moaned deliriously into his mouth.
"Verna, Verna, I love you…"
She continued to suck his tongue, drawing it hotly into her throat as the fires went on building inside her heaving belly. She worked her way to her side in his lap, then placed her hand on his naked chest, gradually drawing it down over his stomach until it rested on the belt-loops of his pants. "I love you… I love you with all my heart… and all my body, Carl! Fuck me," she heard herself mewl uncontainably, shamed at the way she could not control even a little hesitancy to show she was a decent woman. "Fuck me with that wild hard prick of yours, before I go mad!"
She touched the front of his pants lightly, her fingers almost searing the cloth of his fly, and then she reached lower, lower… and touched the throbbing bulge down between his legs!
"Ohhhh God!" Carl managed to breathe, almost leaping off the couch in his spasming reaction. He could feel his bloated testicles aching with an abrupt pressure of sperm, and his loins seemed to arch toward her lewd massage with a will of their own. Her tongue trailed over his cheek, searching for his mouth again, and her hand continued to rub his uncomfortably swollen erection with practiced ease…
"Don't deny it, Carl," she droned on, mesmerically, hypnotically. "You want to get your big prick into my wet little cunt, and I want it there too! Fuck me… Fuck me good…" Her obscene words floated across his liquor-hazed, lust-exploded mind. "You know it, and I know it. Why pretend any different?"
On and on she intoned, and the gross words tumbling from her moist, pretty lips lashed Carl's mind into a swirling frenzy. As if he were somebody else, was spirit-free from his own inexperienced body, he watched himself objectively move forward and touch both her naked breasts again. In response, her hands dipped once more to his turgid penis, and then she was kissing his mouth, sucking and nibbling on his tongue. Carl's hands squeezed and kneaded the flesh of her exposed breasts, her dark brown nipples and her richly rounded areolas. He could feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the head of his pulsating cock as she continued to manipulate him with an experienced thoroughness until he was sure his balls were going to explode! What kind of wanton had he married?
"Get naked, honey," she whispered to him. "I want to see that huge cock of yours. I want to see how well hung the man I married is! Show me your prick, Carl, let me see it!"
Mutely, blindly, his mind and body afire with alcohol and lust, Carl stood up and undid his trousers. He stripped them down with numbed fingers, then slid off his moistly stained undershorts to stand in front of the couch. He saw his bride's mouth widen in a rapturous smile and her eyes glisten with delight as she stared at his thick, blood-enraged shaft quivering out at a right angle from his loins.
"Oh Lord! It's lovely, just the way I hoped it would be!" she crooned very softly. "You want to put it inside of me, don't you? Don't you, Carl? Tell me you do!"
"Yesss," Carl groaned. "Yes, I want to!"
But, in spite of the overwhelming passion which she'd kindled in him, he still felt a certain amount of guilt and uneasiness over the unadulterated lust that was being generated on his wedding night. Shouldn't there be some bashfulness, some sense of modest shyness? This wasn't going at all as he'd expected…! His face was crimson from both shame and intense arousal, and he averted his eyes, his breathing ragged, when Verna flung her open halter over the back of the couch and started peeling off her shorts. Yet, he couldn't keep his eyes off her voluptuous nakedness for long, and when the shorts and thin white panties landed beside his bare feet, he once more looked at his bride… and his breath stuck in his throat!
She lay back on the couch with her legs spread wide apart, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, bronzed hips. She was smiling up at him with her lush red, slightly parted mouth, her teeth slightly bared, just the tip of her wet pink tongue showing. Her high, perfectly rounded breasts were a startling alabaster against her deep tan, jutting up like twin mountain peaks waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. The dark-haired softness of her pubic triangle gleamed invitingly and her tapered legs, so satiny smooth at her inner thighs, were moist with the already flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal slit.
"Well, honey?" she purred enticingly.
"Verna…" he managed, but nothing else.
"You want to fuck me?"
"Fuck you?" he panted mindlessly, "Damn right I want to fuck you, you bitch! You teasing wench!"
He fell across her on the couch, his whole being bursting with his now unleashed, uncontrollable passions. His hands roved and dipped, his fingers parting the soft, hair-lined lips of her pussy until he could teasingly worm his middle finger up into her feverishly clasping vaginal mouth.
"Oh! Oh, it's so good!" Verna gasped. She moved closer, grinding her thighs and pubic hair hungrily up against his hand. Her own fingers tightened around his pulsating cock. Lord! But it was gigantic! Carl's penis pressed hard against her belly, its blood-swollen head throbbing, causing the entire length of it to jerk spasmodically. She took one fingernail and stroked the urethral tube underneath, around the brown circumcision ring, and then she curled her smooth hand warmly around its thick hot base.
"Uuuuhhhhgggg," Carl sighed. "Christ!"
Verna threw herself full length up against her new husband, twisting and squirming, smashing her lips against his mouth and undulating her belly obscenely with his. She never stopped her stroking hand as she murmured in his ear how much she wanted him. "You're so nice and hard, Carl. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me now!"
Her nails trailed across his back and buttocks then, clutching him desperately tight between her wide-splayed legs. Her other hand was still wrapped around his huge penis and was rubbing it energetically between her pleading cunt lips, her vagina growing wetter and wider with each second, as if it were ready to leap upward and voraciously swallow his cock. Her firm white buttocks began a rotation of great proportion, snaking out wider still on either side of his thighs with her legs wide and her ankles locked tightly against his calves.
"Ohhhh!" Verna squealed, her eyes closed, but as Carl rose above her, ready to stab into the very depths of her lushly welcoming body, she opened them both wide. "Now, honey! Fuck meeee!"
Carl lunged, battering against her, and Verna's still-clasping hand guided his rock-hard erection between the desire-wet lips of her pulsating vagina. He eased downward, not wishing to hurt her with that initial thrust, but penetrating her with a rush, and the absence of the virginal resistance he'd expected was amazing to him. Well, Dr. Shultz had written that some perfectly innocent girls could lose their hymens horseback riding or walking picket fences… but the mouth of her cunt seemed to be clasping and sucking his blood-engorged shaft inward as if wanting to gobble it up!
His hardened cock drove up inside of her vagina tightly at first, but not that maiden tightness he had expected, yet it hurt him along the solid flesh of his rod until he had stroked several times and her inner cuntal walls seemed to slowly expand. She cried out beneath him, a little howl of mixed pleasure and pain. He thrust until their pelvic flesh slapped resoundingly together, and she strained back under him, arching her naked loins up to his now ramming penis, his testicles thwacking into the open crevice of her buttocks with every stroke. She moaned incessantly, her nails raking the flesh of his back and humping buttocks feverishly, and she bit at his lips, turning her face convulsively away, then came back to bite once again. God! He'd never in his life seen anything like this! Or felt it, either! He throbbed the muscles of his cock deep in her belly, out of his mind with his first taste of intercourse, vowing it would be far from his last time, too! He was learning, and learning fast, and he wasn't going to let this get away for long!
"Ohhhhh God! It's wonderful! It's so big, Carl… so big, so big and wonderfully filling!" She worked her legs back and forth, her flailing hips working in time up against him. She felt his hardness pistoning inside her warm cunt, sliding in the moisture of her secretions. A rivulet seeped its way between her thighs, collecting beneath her writhing buttocks on the cushion of the couch.
Carl felt his penis growing with arousal until he thought it would split in half with its excitement. He pumped harder, the battering of her quivering little pussy beginning to call the load of his hot sticky cum up from his swollen testicles. He was going to shoot her full in a minute, any minute, and the thought made him lash out like an infused satyr.
"Oh yes, darling! Oh yess, yes!" Verna wailed. "Ram it to me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard and cum, honey! Fill me up!"
Her obscene chantings only drove Carl on harder. He ground his pelvis into her soft, yielding flesh and reached down to grab the cheeks of her crazily undulating buttocks and pull her tighter until the resounding smacks of his naked belly against hers filled the air. His breathing became ragged and hot. I'm losing control, he thought. My God! I'm blowing my mind!
"Fuck deeper! Fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in a frenzy of near-distraction. He clutched her grinding ass-cheeks with maniacal force and drove his cock to the hilt. "More! More!" she wailed. "Fuck me more!"
He rammed his tongue deep into her wide open mouth, hoping to compensate, the saliva drooling down into her throat. Rabidly, Verna sucked at it, her body caught up in an insane hurricane of raw, naked lust that drove her on unsparingly. Cock! Prick! That was all! She had to have cock! She groaned in her frustration, splaying her legs beyond reason to allow her new husband greater access to her ravenous loins, but he could not take advantage, quivering as he was in the first throes of his orgasm. Verna heaved against his penis mercilessly, uncaring how whorishly she might appear to Carl now. Nothing mattered except the sperm-loaded scrotum which was viciously whacking against her buttocks and the magnificent cock pummeling up inside her milking cunt. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop, relentless devils dancing deep in her belly as she strove wildly for her end under the heaving young man… and end that was an infinitesimal second away…
But then… "I… I'm going to do it!" Carl gasped unreasoningly, and threw his head back as if wounded, thrusting his cock's full expanse deep within the young bride's pussy. His mouth fell open and he clawed her buttocks convulsively, feeling torrents of hot sperm spilling from the tip of his insanely jerking penis, surging through the depths of her womb like lava from a volcano. Verna could feel it jet into her welcoming vagina in great virile ejaculations – his penis lurching with each body-tensing spurt. She was still just seconds away!
"Noooo! Nooo, honey! No! Wait for me! Wait!" she sobbed in mindless frustration, but it was too late. She squeezed her loins up against a softening cock which had lost its mastery over her unleashed passions, and her heels pounded despairingly into her husband's spent body. With an empty groan, Carl slipped from between her gyrating thighs to crawl exhaustedly on the floor. He looked up at her, dazed and bewildered in his satiation as he watched what she was doing…
Verna was beside herself now, the end was so near and yet so far. She kicked out her legs wide in the air, her own hands manipulating ineffectually at the hair-rimmed slit between her thighs. She dug into herself greedily, fingering her own cunt lewdly in her effort to reach the impossible depths of her vanquished husband's cock which had betrayed her to the demons of unfulfillment. Her face turned crimson, flushed by the passionate need for orgasm, and she continued to moan insatiably as her hand drove harder and faster between her open thighs, driving her fingers deep into the smooth, sperm-coated crevice of her vagina. Electric tingles of darting pleasure raced through her nerves as she felt her long-awaited climax approaching – rushing up through her with a massive roar – she hung for a moment, teetering on the edge of release, her whole naked body vibrating…
"I'm cumming now!" she cried out, her glazed eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling. With a sinking sensation in his heart, Carl realized that Verna was not calling to him in her passion, but to no man in particular and every man in general. She had forgotten who she was or where she was or whom she was with. His mother had been right. Verna's wild, uninhibited masturbation in front of him proved it, and she was enjoying her obscene exhibition so much she didn't even recognize her own husband. Small, glistening tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he stared in disbelief at his bride's total depravity and lewdness.
Even as the tears swelled in his eyes from the perverted scene, white-hot juices gushed from around her hotly fucking fingers skewering up into her cunt, covering her hand and flowing down onto the cushions below. He could hear her screaming with a piercing cry of joy… then there was utter silence.
Verna stayed the way she was, with her hands tightly pressed inside her cuntal slit. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers until the last dying throbs had stilled in her body. At last, her fingers slithered wetly from her liquid drenched pussy, and she rolled limply over on her side.
Tears still trailed down Carl's cheeks as he staggered upright and stumbled naked for the bedroom. His spirit was humbled, his pride crushed, with the knowledge that he had not been man enough to satisfy her… as she'd so obviously been satisfied many times before he'd married her. He did not even look back at the couch where Verna was just beginning to stir again. He had never felt so lost, confused, and hurt in his entire life.