Chapter 4

Laura arrived home with her heart all a flutter. Ralph had come home early, and he wanted her! If only everything would go all right tonight and they could correct all their past awkwardness! She hoped and prayed that somehow they were going to break through the unmentioned barrier of difficulty that seemed to have enshrouded their married life.

"I'm home, darling," she called as she opened the door, removing her key from the lock and stepping into the dimly lit entrance hall.

"I'm upstairs," came his husky, deep-throated voice.

Laura's heart leaped. He was already in the bedroom! She felt as if her skin was flushing beet red all over. Her chest heaved with excitement and her heart pounded in her ears like a tom-tom.

Perhaps he was already lying in bed, stark naked. She imagined her handsome husband lying on his back with the hard tower of his penis standing up sharply perpendicular to the curly dark tangle of hair between his thighs. Would he be holding it? Teasing the tip with his thumb to wipe off some of the clear liquid issuing from it? Her heart beat rapidly, the blood rushing hotly through her ears with the force of a tidal wave. Her training had included the proscribing of any illicit or perverted love, but sex between a man and his wife was a good and natural thing. She felt no shame and was prepared to let herself go in enjoying it. If only Ralph would wait for her for once, and not climax in five minutes or suggest any lewd and disgusting variations.

She vowed that she was going to put forth whatever extra effort would be required to assist their mutual happiness. Her fingers worked nervously at her clothes, shedding them rapidly as she moved up the stairs to the second floor. In another moment she was clad only in her white lace brassiere and panties with her outer clothes thrown over the bannister.

Laura blushed from the pink-painted nails of her toes to the roots of her glossy blonde hair. Was this the way? Could she be sure that Ralph wouldn't be shocked? Well, she'd have to take that chance if she was going to save their crumbling marriage.

And while she was taking it, what would it cost her to go all the way in her allure? Ralph had seen her naked often enough. She stripped quickly out of her brassiere and panties, leaving them in a silky white pool around her feet.

"Honey?" came his voice from the open door of the bedroom. "Are you coming?"

Laura smiled nervously and then stepped awkwardly into the open doorway.

She had been correct in her lewd imaginings! Ralph was lying there in bed without a stitch of clothes on, the light of the table lamp the bedroom's only illumination, casting soft circles of illumination across his hard-muscled manly body.

He gasped as she entered. Ralph was only accustomed to the most demure behavior from his young bride, and to see her posing so obviously for him quite took his breath away. Her body was a work of voluptuous art. Every sensuously exciting detail of her lust-inciting curvaceousness was lucidly clear, from her sensually rising pink nipples to the soft triangle of sparse blonde hair that nestled so cock- stirringly beneath her cream-white belly.

"Do-do you like me, Ralph?" Laura stammered unsurely

"Like you..." he breathed. He jumped to his feet and almost raced across the carpet to take her into his arms, a deep animal-like groan erupting from his throat. His mouth fell on hers and he devoured it avidly, hungrily, his tongue driving wetly into her open mouth with an urgency that took her breath away and made her shiver all over with excitement.

"Please, please be gentle with me, Ralph," she begged when she could get her mouth free. A certain terror flickered through her as he greedily fondled all the lush contours of her voluptuous young body, kneading her ripe succulent breasts and hips and buttocks a little too cruelly within hot, searching hands that he could no longer control. Small tight fists of flesh were gripped painfully in bloodless white ridges between his savagely clutching fingers. This wasn't the way she had wanted it at all.

His face dropped to the straining young buds of her nipples and he sucked on them until Laura felt as if they were becoming charged with electricity. But he was still being so rough that several times she cried out as his hands twisted and pulled at her trembling young flesh.

"Darling... oh... please... you mustn't... oh no... not this... Ralph... you're too rough... oh darling... it hurrrrts..." But her tortured words went unheeded by her sexually incited young husband. She had gone too far, and she realized that now.

Breaking off his vulturish laving of her helplessly quivering body, he dragged her over to the bed and flung her unceremoniously down on it. In another moment she was imprisoned there by the heaviness of his body falling on top of hers. Her long blonde hair flung from side to side on the pillow in feeble protest as he struggled to get her legs up and spread wide.

"No, Ralph, please... oh, not so fast! Darling, please not so fast!" she moaned, but he was relentless in his urgency to satisfy his fiercely aroused sexual needs. She thrashed in helpless terror, her young aunt now cringing in fear of her husband's imminent entry, scarcely ready for him at all.

He'll split me in two, she thought, horrified. Oh God, he's going to hurt me terribly!

Her large blue eyes flashed desperately with disbelief that this could be happening. Ordinarily Ralph was considerate if nothing else, but just because she had appeared naked before him with the lights still on, he had totally lost his head. She hadn't expected this at all. But what had she expected?

In any case, there was no time now to consider that now. The brutal fact was that she was scared and unprepared and afraid, and that Ralph was trying to enter her. She knew it was going to hurt, and couldn't remember when she had been so sure of anything in her entire life. But, at the same time, was there something inside her that wanted this punishment? Oh God, no.

She begged some more until her throaty pleadings became nothing but an incoherent jumble of mixed-up words. But Ralph ignored her low pleading moans, rolling on top of her to trap her lust-inciting body with his weight as her long slender legs struggled desperately to block his brutal entry. His hips fell heavily between her widely spread thighs, pinning her writhing buttocks down snugly to the mattress. The soft blonde tendrils of her pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing penis, exciting him to incoherent mutterings of maddened and even further uncontrollable desire.

Laura's ravishment was almost complete. His knees held hers wide apart and he ground his pelvis hard into her defenselessly squirming loins. The spasmodic jerking of her soft white inner thighs lured his hand downward, and he searched there between the milk-white columns of her legs, striving to place his lust-heavy penis, trying to maneuver his aching hardness deep into her beckoning blonde cunt.

Suddenly he found the tiny opening he was searching for. Uttering a savage cry of fulfillment, he rammed the blood-engorged head of his cock hard between the moist fleshy lips of her pussy and with a low, drawn-out moan, shoved all the way forward into his young golden-haired wife's quivering vagina.

"Aauuuggghhhh!" Laura cried out, as the walls of her cunt struggled to resist this horrifying intrusion, clasping his penis and pushing it back with all her might. She kicked her legs out wildly on both sides, but it was no use. This only seemed to worsen her position, and there were additional cries of pain from her fear-contorted lips as his stiff male hardness battered still more deeply into her warmly yielding cuntal flesh, ravishing her completely.

"It hurts, oh it hurts!" she wailed piteously, but her husband took no heed. His rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper until finally his pelvis smacked hard against hers as he struck bottom.

"Oh God, no," she gasped, "Ralph, you're splitting me. Don't move it. Don't... aggghhhhh!"

His rigid fleshy column was at long last sunk all the way inside her quivering belly, with the moist warm walls of her vagina wrapped snugly around him in a pressure that drove him suddenly wild.

By now Ralph wouldn't have been able to stop had his life depended on it. Giving his lewdly skewered young wife no chance at all to adjust to his sudden massive presence deep in her womb, he began to fuck her like some animal gone mad, ramming his desire-crazed cock in and out of her without pause. He could think of only one thing, and that was to spew his hot sticky load of sperm deep inside her belly where it belonged. He vented his desire within her moaning, mewling flesh time after time, finally cumming even faster than usual and flooding her stomach several times over with his hot white liquid as he groaned out me force of his passion.

Afterwards neither Ralph nor Laura could remember how many times he had fucked her. All they knew was the continual gush of his cum within her quivering belly and his stiff, jerky swift movements which made both themselves and me bed joggle obscenely.

Laura's mewls and pleadings became interspersed with deeply felt sobs. To some extent her body had betrayed her, because she could not keep her love-starved vagina from gushing forth its own passion-inspired moisture as penis rampaged within her helpless young body. But otherwise the pain was excruciating, for whenever she tried to cushion it by meeting it with desire, some fresh outrage made her resist him anew. Until finally she was sobbing continuously without a stop.

She didn't hear any of Ralph's babbled apologies afterward. She lay motionless beneath him, her large blue eyes opened wide like those of a startled bird's, staring frozenly at the blank white ceiling above them. She felt only pain and self-disgust for the trouble she had taken to please her inconsiderate husband,

It was no use. Ralph knew only unbridled lust for her body. He could never satisfy her. She would probably remain unfulfilled for the rest of her life.

Without any apology, Ralph left the bed and went into the bathroom to wash himself off. She was glad to have his heavy, puffing body off of her. This was not what she had expected in marriage at all. Perhaps the whole thing had been a big mistake.

Laura lay there silent and motionless until he had returned to the bedroom and turned off the lights. It was rather early for them to be in bed, but the ravaged bride felt so drained of energy at she didn't have the strength to protest.

He slipped in beside her and pulled the covers up over them both. After that it was some moments before he spoke. "I'm sorry if I was a bit rough, darling."

"It's all right, Ralph," she said dully. "You were just so beautiful that I couldn't control myself."

"I said it's all right."

If you weren't so almighty virtuous it would be even more all right. I don't know, sometimes I think you don't even care. If you'd only show a little..."

"Let's not discuss it, Ralph. I'm more tired than I thought." She yawned without much conviction. "Maybe it's just as well to get to bed early for once."

To save up energy for the Franklins' party tomorrow night, she thought. Cleonora was right about one thing. I need some distraction.

And she vowed to herself that she was going to find it.

The following day broke reasonably clear, but quite windy. For most of the day enormous white clouds hung, seemingly motionless, in the sky above the rolling and tossing sea. This apparent calm above was denied down below, where the ocean thrashed with unconcealed urgency.

Around the Saunders' home, the trees as well blew first in one direction, then the other, thrown by gusty winds off the sea which seemed to strike with typhoon force as Laura watched from the window.

She wondered if she would be able to go to the Franklins after all. In weather like this, the coast road to their house was unpredictable, slices of it having fallen into the sea during similar storms with considerable alacrity. Or so she was told. She and Ralph were too new to the neighborhood to actually have seen the evidence of this. But no storm developed, and as the day wore on the winds became gentle until finally soft breezes stirred the trees and bushes all around with scarcely a hint of the morning's airborne savagery.