Fear mingled with desire as Marilyn looked up at the powerful man. A film of sweat glinted on his chest under the thick mats of dark hair. Her eyes fastened on its prick.
"I'll break you in two with my cock."
"Take me," Marilyn whispered, tilting her twat to him.
"Ydu're learning." Carl checked the ropes holding her legs.
"Just try to stay with me. That's all. Just try!" His cock jammed into her cunt. His hips slammed it all the way in, shoving hard, forcing the dick higher up the tunnel.
When he started to fuck, brutal slams came from his body. His legs splayed on the floor, feet spread, braced on the carpet. His dick ripped up the tender pussy. Every bit of hisforce lunged down, hammering at the woman.
The fucking hurt. His hands on her tits brought ribbons of agony streaming. Her flesh shrieked but she could do nothing. She had to lie there, tied hand and foot, helpless under the man's savage attack.
Carl's body thrashed. His cock slammed in, cut in, beat against the flesh. His full weight crashed behind every stab.
"Ohhhhh. God. Oh. No!" Marilyn's head snapped from side to side. She felt the full power of the man. Knew the full force of his virility. His muscles clenched, flexed, kept driving the cock full speed up her cunt. Sweat streaked him, spread in small trickles down his chest. Ths hands cupped under her shoulders, raising her tits to him, bending her double.
Carl's lust raged. The fury of his balls kept him plunging. His body release. His cock burned as he fucked. Raw physical need commanded him, drove him to a frenzie. His arms ached from crushing the blond.
Marilyn screamed. Torment drenched her. Her cunt was a vast pit of pure agony. She shrieked until her mouth was dry. Her voice cracked.
"Stop!!! God!!! No!! Carl!! Now."
Carl kept fucking. Every nerve howled with savage pleasure. His legs kept him moving. His cock kept sending out great rivers of enjoyment.
Pain ran through Marilyn's flesh. She could not cry out any more. She lay on the bed, writhing under the man, desperately hoping to make him come. That would stop him. If she could just manage to give him what he wanted, to give him more, more sex, more pleasure. She forced her cunt to move around the gouging dick.
A new, primitive feeling began, riding through the pain, swelling darkly until she could almost taste it. A new lust, deep, filled with terror and longing. Carl's cock created the heavy, pulsing desire right in her snatch. It spread like a stain, like ink on white velvet until she lost herself in it, until the dark pleasure overcame her, took possession and she began to come.
The feeling was naked, savage, totally physical. Elemental desire, male for female, surged and Marilyn lost herself, went blind as the wild enjoyment raced through her.
"Carl!! Ohhhih!! God!!! Carl!! Ohhhh!!!"
An explosion ripped through them Carl heaved, grunted like a wild creature and surged with total lust into the body, into the woman, his cum scorching as it sped through his plunging cock. His hips bent and he gasped, lunged and sent more boiling jism into the hot fuck-pit. The heavy cream leaped from his prick, drenching the cunt. His balls flamed from the impact of the orgasm.
Marilyn howled as the man fucked her. The passion ripped through her cunt, sliced from her cunt right through to her head. Her flesh shrieked from the total pleasure, the incredible ecstasy. The man was a pile of muscles above her, his cock driving right into the center of her whirling desires. She tried to call his name but no sound came. Her eyes stared above her, seeing only bright rainbows.
"God! Damn! Yes!" Carl made the last few crushing drives and slumped exhausted to the woman's sweaty body. He gasped for air, back heaving above her, his arms limp along her sides.
Marilyn lay stunned, the fury of their lust still ringing through her mind. She could not move, could not speak.
They lay together for several minutes, breathing deeply.
Finally, Carl pulled his dick from the battered pussy and got up. "There! Now that's the way a man really wants to fuck." He took a swig from the bottle.
Marilyn looked at him. He had ravished her. Raped her. Fucked her until she screamed and wanted to pass out. And she had loved it. Loved the force, the bare power of his body, of his naked cock. The power of his lust.
"Carl. Oh. It was… God. Incredible."
"Tell your husband about it. Maybe he'll do the same thing some time. If you show him how." Carl bent and untied her hands.
Marilyn drew up her legs when he released them.
"Like you, honey. I scared the hell out of you this afternoon. But I gave you a chance and you loved it."
"Yes. Yes, I did." She curled up slightly to ease the slow ache in her twat. She thought of Dave. He was good in bed. And she loved him. Very much.
But this man had come along. On the second day of her honeymoon. And she went with him. Came with him. Came like she had never come before.
Her eyes went over him again, resting on his prick. Not so different from Dave's, she thought. It was how he used it. How he… he dominated. Took charge. That was it!
Carl had taken charge of her. Dominated her. Made her come to his room. Forced her to have sex. And forced her to come.
He had done it all.
Marilyn breathed a sigh of relief and stretched slowly oh the bed. Carl had done it. She just didn't have any choice.
Carl handed her a drink. "Here you go."
"Thank you." She swallowed it gratefully.
"You can go whenever you want to. I won't be after you again. And I won't say a word to Dave, either."
"I… okay." Marilyn stood up. Her dress was in a heap in the far corner. She shook it out and slipped it over her head.
"So long, honey." He smiled at her.
"Good-bye, Carl." She gave him her smallest smile and left the room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The moon stood straight overhead, turning the beach to a field of rippling pale pearls.
Brenda looked at Dave, turning her head for a good view. "Hey, look. Don't feel bad. It happened. And it's not your fault. I seduced you."
"You did, yeah. But I let you." Dave moved more quickly toward the hotel. "Hell. I knew it was going to happen. I got one little peek at your breasts and I knew it then."
"So? I gave you the chance to look at them. I wanted to see if I could get you into bed – and I succeeded. See?"
"Yeah. But…"
"Hey, that's okay. Did I say I didn't like it?" Brenda slowed her walk. "Look, you're good. Real good. Your wife's lucky to have you."
"She sure doesn't act like it."
"She'll come around. You've just got to show her who the boss is. Get her used to it. I know Carl did. He's my husband. He's into bondage you know, ropes and chains and stuff."
"Jesus!" Dave stopped and looked at the woman.
"I didn't go for it at first. But he just threw me down, fled me up, screwed the hell out of me and… now it's great!"
"I don't know… bondage. That's kind of strange."
"Not after you try it a couple of times. You try it with Marilyn. Really do it. Just knock her around and climb on. Be rough about it."
"I… maybe. I'll have to see how things work out."
"You have to do something on your own, Dave. You have to make things come out the way you want them to. It doesn't just happen. You have to work for them."
"Just try it and see. With Marilyn."
"Okay." He walked toward the hotel, moving to keep some distance from the woman.
As they got close to the building, Brenda walked closer to Dave. "I tell you what. You don't tell Carl and I won't tell Marilyn."
"That's a deal," he said instantly.
"You can come to my room for a drink if you want to!"
"No. That's okay. I'd better talk to Marilyn." He stopped a few yards from their rooms.
"You do what I told you to, Dave." Brenda went to her room.