The alarm went off with its usual piercing scream. At first there was no reaction from the two blanket-covered forms in the huge bed, but then a slender shapely arm appeared out of the tangled mass of bedding and began to grope blindly across the bedside table, knocking over the alarm clock as numb fingers managed to still the racket. The arm collapsed back onto the bed and for several more minutes silence reigned in the room.
Then two big blue eyes blinked open, half hidden by a thick mass of blonde hair that spilled in a golden cascade over one of the pillows. Jill Andersen focused foggily as she stared at the clock, shook her head and focused again.
"Oh, for God's sake, Bob," she said, "something must be wrong with the clock. It went off a half hour early." Her eyes slowly closed.
"Mmmmm, yeh," her husband murmured in a sleep-thickened voice. "I set it that way." He moved over closer to his wife and slid an arm around her, cupping one of her firm young breasts in the palm of his hand. "Gives us time for a little conjugal bliss before I run off to slave at the salt mines."
Jill's big blue eyes flew open again, filled with apprehension this time. "What?" she said anxiously. "B-But… Bob, we made love just last night." The dull throbbing ache up between her thighs wouldn't let her forget that.
"Last night was last night," Bob replied, his voice sounding more awake now. His hand squeezed her softly resilient breast a little tighter, and she could feel a slight growing pressure underneath his pajamas where his loins pressed against her buttocks. A sick feeling shot through her. Oh, not again. Not so soon, she moaned to herself. God, it was only hours ago that I forced myself to lie patiently beneath his sweating body. And now so soon again? It's just too much to ask!
"Now stop that!" she ordered as his other hand began to slip up underneath her flimsy nightgown. She tried to wiggle away from his insistent touch but his arms were too strong.
"Come on, baby," he said, his hot breath blowing against her sensitive ear lobe. "It's a beautiful morning. Let's start the day out right with a little loving."
"No, no," she said, struggling harder. "I-It's not right! It's not even dark. I-I just can't do it when it's light like this. It's… sick!"
She felt his body stiffen at her last words, and his grip slacken around her. Sensing his gaze on her, the young wife turned her head quickly around, and saw that his eyes were cold.
"I think you're the one that's sick," he said in an icy voice. He rolled away from her and got out of bed. "Maybe you could make my breakfast, if it won't make you sick that is." His back was to her as he spoke, shoulders rigid in surpressed anger. He went on, talking almost to himself. "Might as well go to work a little early. Maybe I can make some points with the boss, even if I can't make points at home."
"Oh, honey, don't talk like that," Jill said with tears in her eyes. "You know I don't want to hurt you. It's just that it's so hard for me…"
"Well it's not so easy for me either," he snapped turning towards her as he spoke. Recoiling inside as she saw the bitterness in his eyes, the tortured young wife turned away with a sob and buried her face in the pillow. She heard her husband mumble a few more angry words, and then the bathroom door slammed behind him.
The sobbing blonde lay facing the wall, wishing the day didn't have to start this way. Maybe there was some truth in what her husband said! Maybe there was something unhealthy in her that kept her from responding fully to his male advances! But he bore some of the blame too, she thought defiantly to herself, and her mind automatically went back to their wedding night.
Jill Andersen had been very carefully, very repressively raised by her parents. Her mother was a dried up defeated woman, plowed under by her domineering husband. Jill's father had spouted bible, sin, and hellfire to her ever since she could remember. He particularly raged against the temptations of the flesh and forbade her to go out unchaperoned with boys. It had been a shock to Jill when one day at the tender age of eleven she discovered his secret cache of pornographic pictures. The young girl had stared in horror at the strange positions and lewd postures portrayed by the people in the photographs, and her confused mind had tried to match them up with the grunts of male pleasure and the desperately painful pleadings of her mother that issued from behind her parents bedroom door night after night.
And then when she was fourteen years old her father had unexpectedly made her sit on his lap one night. His brutal hands had ranged over her budding young body, lingering on her already lusty breasts while he had warned her what God would do to her if she let boys touch her here… or here… or here… and all this time her mother was in the same room, watching, her face constantly changing expression as shame for her daughter battled with hate for her husband.
Jill had blossomed early. When she was sixteen she looked twenty, with high proud breasts, sleekly swelling hips and long graceful legs. The amateurish pantings and gropings of her young male classmates had only intensified her already deeply rooted fear of sex. What a relief it had been then to meet Bob. It had been her freshman year in college, and Bob was several years older than her, already a senior. Jill was swept off her feet by his suave, sophisticated manner, and even more by his obvious kindness and consideration for her. In particular, he had been patient and gentle with her right from their first date, never pressing her sexually, always stopping at the first sign of her resistance.
Soon Jill found herself for the first time in her life kissing a boy and enjoying it. And as time went on she was amazed at the sensual little flutters that raced through her body when Bob's strong hands caressed her excitedly throbbing breasts, always through her clothes of course.
And then one night, one warm summer night, she and Bob were lying out on the grass under a full moon. They both had consumed some champagne at a party earlier in the evening, and Jill found that her head was slightly giddy so that somehow the feel of his hands stealing over her body was especially vivid, almost electric. Her dreamy mind did not notice when he reached back up under her sweater and released the catch on her brassiere, or when he slid the sweater up in front of that the white shimmering mounds of her full naked breasts were presented to his hungry gaze. Then, almost in a trance of excitement and uncertainty, she felt fingers up under her skirt, sliding over the smooth material of her bikini panties. A low moan of half-conscious pleasure broke from the young virgin's wetly parted lips as she felt the first delightful pressure against the sensitive mound up between her legs and her thighs fell limply, automatically, open to give easier access to the caressing hands that were sending sharp little darts of wild pleasure through her fire-washed body. Bob's patient fingers were at the leg-band of her panties, worming under the confining elastic as the tip of his outstretched index finger dipped like a burning knife into the moistly heated channel up between her legs. Jill moaned with the knowledge that she wanted that finger deep up inside her hungering young vagina, wanted to be made love to!
She looked over at Bob, love washing over her like a tidal wave, and then her heart froze within her as she saw the look of sheer lust that was twisting his features, making him look almost like her father that evening when he had forced her to sit in his lap.
The frightened young girl tore herself away from his grasp and quickly forced her passion tortured mind and body back under control. It hadn't mattered to Bob, who just thought of it as virginal shyness, after all, they were going to be married in a month anyhow, and he could wait. And Jill buried the episode in her mind, attributing her resistance to normal modesty. As it was, she loved the handsome student so much that nothing could have kept her from marrying him.
And then on the day of their wedding night! Jill had spent several hours with the Minister before the ceremony, listening as the elderly man told her how beautiful her first night with her husband could be, how God would be present with them. So when the wedding was over, when they had finally escaped from the wild reception that Bob's fraternity brothers had given for them, when they were finally in the bedroom of their honeymoon cottage by the lake, Jill had expected heavenly music, sweet perfumes, tender words, and… the rest her virginal young mind could only guess at.
How terrifyingly different it was! Bob was drunk! She had never seen him like this. His fraternity friends had kept pouring alcohol down him all night and dragging him off into corners where they seemed to be telling some kind of jokes. In her innocence Jill couldn't understand why some of the young men kept snickering and looking over at her as they talked to her new husband. And then Bob had started looking at her, too, a strange fire in his eyes.
When she and her husband got to the cabin, Jill went into the bathroom with her overnight bag and changed into the beautiful sheer nightgown she'd bought just for the occasion. Then she stepped timidly back into the bedroom to share the sacrament of their marriage with her husband.
Bob's drunken eyes bulged from his head as they took in the ravishing image standing before him. He had never seen Jill naked before, and the transparent material of her nightgown left nothing to the imagination. An inarticulate animal sound came from his lust-distorted mouth.
"Do-Do you like me, darling?" Jill asked hesitantly. Bob's only answer had been to lurch drunkenly toward her and crush her fearfully trembling young body to him; his saliva-covered mouth smashed down against hers, pressing her lips painfully back against her teeth.
"Be gentle. Oh God, Bob, please be gentle," Jill pleaded vainly, but her sex-maddened husband began to tug at the nightgown that stood between him and his goal, finally succeeding in ripping the beautiful material from her and ruining it forever. His head dropped to her naked breasts and his wet ovalled lips closed around the tiny virginal tips of her nipples. She gasped as his teeth sank in so tightly that blood seeped on the surface of her unblemished flesh. The frightened youngster fought against the pain, fought to understand, and then somehow they were on the bed. Bob struggled from his clothes, and then for the first time in her young life she saw it! An erect male penis!
It was huge! The virginal bride stared with a horrified fascination at this enormous thing that she was supposed to take up inside her body. She saw her husband positioning the obscenely swollen shaft before the tight little vaginal opening, and she knew it would never fit.
"Oh, please be careful, don't hurt me, don't hurt me!" she pleaded with the lust-driven stranger crouched above her trembling form. This wasn't how it was supposed to be!
And then with an animal groan, he drove his wildly throbbing cock into her without preparation, without mercy, aware only of his own drunken need. The impaled young girl's shrill scream had knifed out into the room, but Bob went on ramming his long hard penis further and further into her with each stroke, oblivious to the agony he was causing his innocent young wife.
Jill struggled vainly against the pain for several minutes before discovering that it wasn't so bad if she just let her muscles relax. A tremendous awareness of how much this was like what her mother had gone through came over her and for a time she felt it was her brutal father rocking over her. She shuddered in horror and revulsion.
Then to her amazement the first trickles of painful pleasure began to radiate out from her plundered young cunt as it became more accustomed to the alien presence inside. A guilty feeling of lust swept over her, burning lewd associations into her young mind that would last forever. An obscene knowledge of her own body started to form along with the feeling that she was involved in something depraved and sinful and perverted… and beginning to love it.
No… she was not the person she had thought she was, nor was Bob, for he was dragging her into evil ways, the evil ways of her parents. And the terrible thing was that she wanted to shout, to scream for him to go on with his now-pleasurable ravishment of her body. For she could feel the possibility of some great final orgasmic goal within her for which she was ready to trade all her years of careful moral training.
But then Bob roared and his body stiffened and she felt his wildly jerking penis grow in spasms up inside her heatedly throbbing vagina and his cum, hot and unendless, shot up into her, filling her belly with a burning wetness. A compelling lewdness swept through her hopelessly aroused body, a feeling that she had never known before. At that moment the young bride felt herself teetering on the edge of an abyss and knew she would – at this minute gladly abandon all her training and fall wanton and lewd into a deep valley of sensuality and never return if only he would take her over the peak and make her cum. She felt her body alive and tingling with this unholy electricity causing her hips to grind in an alien animal way as she reached for something… that vague promise of release!
It was then that Bob grunted and his body relaxed, and all of his sodden alcoholic weight pressed down on her nakedly trembling breasts… and he passed out.
It was quite a struggle to get him off her, but he finally rolled over and began snoring loudly. The unsatisfied young bride was left lying naked on the bed, a horrible guilt combined with shame and anger sweeping over her. She was humiliated! In a moment of sensual weakness she had offered up all of her cherished beliefs to her husband to do with as he would, and he had used her as a faceless receptacle for his lust. Never again, she promised herself! Never again would she let her treacherous body trick her into hungering after the goals of lust!
And she had kept her word to herself, dutifully letting Bob make love to her when he demanded it, but permitting herself very little satisfaction from the despised act. Bob had been confused at first by her unresponsiveness and then later angered. He could remember almost nothing of their wedding night, and Jill had never been able to force herself to speak about it. The young husband became more and more frustrated and lately had been trying to force her into degrading acts, things she knew were wrong and sinful. It had been that way last night, and she was afraid it might be that way again. He had been becoming more and more violent and rough in his lovemaking, and she was a little frightened of him, which was one extra reason she didn't want him to make love to her this morning.
Suddenly she was jerked from her revery by the sound of the bathroom door opening. She quickly closed her eyes, feigning sleep. From under her eyelashes she could see Bob walking towards the bed and with a stab of panic realized he was completely naked, his face clouded by anger! Oh please God, no… she breathed silently, and then sharply drew in her breath as she felt Bob roughly pull back the blankets, uncovering her body.
"Bob…" she began, pretending to be only half awake. She fought to control her mounting fear. Then the frightened young wife shrank back instinctively as her husband's hands began to roughly roam over her quivering body, pulling up the edges of her nightgown to reveal her panty-clad hips.
"No, Bob, no…" she began piteously, desperately trying to squirm away.
"Shut up and be still," Bob snarled angrily, and something in his tone made her heart freeze. She had never seen her husband in quite this state before and didn't know what he might be capable of.
The frustrated young man pulled her nightgown completely up and over her head and threw it angrily into a corner. He began struggling with the hooks of the brassiere she insisted on wearing to bed, and finally succeeded in pulling it away from her soft white breasts. Then, shoving his hands under the tight elastic waistband of his wife's panties he rolled them down over the ripe curves of her hips until she was completely naked, her satiny flesh shining lustrously in the soft morning light. Jill lay perfectly still on the bed, hardly daring to breathe, afraid of making him angrier than he already was.
And to her surprise he was gentle.
Bob hovered over her a second, his breath catching in his throat as he was his wife lying naked beneath him in the full light of day. He had almost forgotten how beautiful she was, and his excited gaze moved passionately over her lushly ripened body, drinking in the way the delicately shaded hollows contrasted with the long alabaster curves of her thighs, lingering over the delicate molded hips and richly swelling breasts.
The lustful young husband's hands began to follow his eyes and traded hotly down his wife's frightened body, his fingers sliding slowly along her gently quivering thighs and easing tenderly back and forth in the soft crevice between. His hands pressed upwards, traveling cautiously, tracing a slowly narrowing circle over the ivory flesh until with a sudden electric contact they brushed against the first softly curling hairs of her vaginal mound.
Jill winced, her long silky legs stirring slightly from the unwanted stimulus of his touch. Her arms stiffened in resistance but her pelvis tilted upwards independently in unconscious reaction to his probing hand. With an effort the young wife willed her loins to retreat and her naked buttocks sank back down into the mattress in an effort to escape his advances.
Bob withdrew his fingers, not wanting to force his passage prematurely. His strong hands slid around and under her softly warm hips, cupping her satiny buttocks and caressing them until they began to flex involuntarily in a slow circular motion.
Jill could hardly believe her own reactions. It felt… it felt… good! She felt her breath catch in her throat and her mind short circuited under the maddening caress of her husband's fingers. She just had to accept the ecstasy of his touch. Once more his hands slid upwards and moved with a sudden directness to her softly curling pubic hair, his warm palm pressing flat against the moistly throbbing hill of her vaginal mound, his strong pulse merging with the rhythmic beat of her throbbing organs. This time there was no resistance and Bob gently pressed his outstretched middle finger up between the sensitive cuntal lips, sending a spasmodic wave of joy through the young blonde's love-starved body lying beneath him.
"Oooooohhhh… ooooohhhhh…" Jill crooned, hardly able to believe it was her own voice that was gasping out this unconscious cry of pleasure.
Bob began to move his middle finger in a circular motion inside the wetly gleaming furrow of her pussy in ever widening sweeps, spreading the moist tendrils of her pubic hair and stroking the pulsing lips of her blood-swollen cunt. Working upwards, his fingers finally came into contact with her erect little clitoris.
"Oh God! Aaaahhhhh…!" Jill moaned, her mouth falling open. Her long legs bucked up from the surprising thrill of his touch as he teased his finger over the vitally sensitive knob, driving bolts of pleasure through his wife's twitching body. It was incredible! Bob could feel the hot center of her loins flexing wildly, almost begging him to fuck her. His eyes stared at the enticing pinkness of her openly receptive pussy, fascinated by the way her outer pussy lips formed a fleshy collar around the faintly contracting petal-shaped vaginal hole. The sight of the pink folds drove him wild with passion.
Some rational part of his brain kept warning the young man to control himself. He had not won his prize yet, and his hope for conquest was still teetering on the edge of the full acceptance he had so long desired. But that last spark of reason was suddenly drowned in a flood of ungovernable lust as he looked down at the mouth-watering feast spread open below him. With an inarticulate cry of passion Bob bent impulsively forward and buried his head between his wife's widespread thighs, shooting his tongue snake-like into her warm moist depths.
"Aaaaahhhhh! Oooooooh!" Jill cried as she felt the first searing contact of Bob's long wet tongue against her helplessly open vagina. She looked down in horrified disbelief at the obscene spectacle of her husband's dark head rammed grotesquely between her up-drawn thighs. A spasm of revulsion shot through her and she desperately tried to squirm free, but his fingers held her tightly, pressing painfully into her flesh, holding the unprotected plane of her fearfully cringing vagina wide open to his disgusting attack.
"Nooooo… oh God, noooo… it's wrong, it's wrong…!" she sobbed as he stabbed his heavy tongue once more into her defenseless vagina. Oh, God! Oh, God! Why did he have to turn it into this? Why did he have to spoil it all again? she thought wildly to herself as she struggled to get free. Finally Jill managed to tangle her fingers in his hair and yank his obscenely dripping face up from between her cringing thighs. For just that one moment his iron grip on her loosened and she twisted free and rolled heavily to the floor. The outraged young blonde was on her feet in an instant, looking down at her confused husband.
"You… you filthy animal!" she screamed. "How could you? How could you turn it into that?" Then she saw the anger beginning to build in his eyes and she ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
"You fucking iceberg," Bob shouted after her. "You'll never learn what it's all about. Too bad you can't take lessons. Hell, I'd even pay for them." He was silent after that and a few minutes later Jill heard the front door slam and knew she was now alone in the house. Her chin quivered for a moment and then she began sobbing uncontrollably.
It was a long time before the shattered young wife got herself under control. Plan after desperate plan was born in her mind only to die again. She didn't know what she and Bob were going to do about this horrible problem between them but she did know one thing: she loved him and would do almost anything to stay with him, "anything" that is except become an animal. No… she wouldn't leave him, not ever. But would he stay with her? Right at that moment she would have gladly shared him with half the women in the world if she could just keep one little bit for herself.
The heart-broken young bride wandered disconsolately around the bedroom before finally realizing she didn't have any clothes on. Going to the dresser she took out her white shorts and halter and mechanically put them on. She would go out and work in the yard, she thought to herself. It always made her feel better when she was in the garden, and tonight when Bob came home she would have his favorite meal all prepared for him. But deep in her heart she knew that would not be enough. It would take a lot more than a good dinner to heal the widening breach between her and her beloved husband.