John McKeon

Bondage slave wife

CHAPTER ONE

It was almost midnight when Honey and Greg stepped out the door of the Justice of the Peace. Honey hesitated on the steps, smelling the night air and listening to the chirping crickets. It all seemed too wonderful to believe. One minute she was Honey Bromfield and the next she was Honey Harris. "Oh, Greg, I love you so much," Honey said, taking his arm as they walked to his new white Buick.

Greg opened her door just as the lights in the house went out. They'd driven all the way from Cedarville to get married. Honey still couldn't believe it was really happening. She'd lied about her age to the Justice of the Peace, John Ramsey, but Greg had told her he was a personal friend of his and wouldn't check things. Greg had taken care of all the paper work.

Honey ducked her head to step into the car, but Greg stopped her. "Wait," he said. "I want something first." Pulling her against him, he circled her waist and pressed his lips against hers. She felt his tongue stabbing into her mouth and exploring her tongue. When he drew back, his hands moved possessively to her firm tits. "From now on," he said, "you're all mine."

Honey felt a wave of warmth surge through her. The touch of his fingers on her breasts brought her nipples instantly erect. Her pussy quivered and throbbed with growing arousal. "Yes, Greg. I'll do my best to make you happy. You won't be sorry you married me, I promise."

"Then turn around and bend over." Greg didn't wait for Honey to respond. He twisted her in his arms and pushed her head into the car so she was forced to hold herself up with her hands on the seat. He lifted her skirt and pushed it over her hips. With one swift jerk, he pulled her white panties down to her ankles.

Honey gasped. "What are you doing? Oh, Greg, not here, please." She looked at the dark house and quickly around the neighborhood to see if anyone could see them. She almost stumbled when he pulled her panties the rest of the way off, so eager was he to expose her cunt. She felt his fingers spreading her buttocks and stroking her ass crack.

"You're beautiful," he moaned huskily. "When I met you yesterday on that park bench, I knew you were going to be my wife." Reaching around her hips, he stroked the inside of her pussy, flicking his finger over her clitoris and arousing her cunt to the point that she pushed eagerly against him.

"Oh, that feels so good. But, please, let's wait until we get to a motel." She felt sinful with her ass and pussy exposed to him so obscenely and so soon after getting married. She tried to reason with herself that it was all right and his enthusiasm showed how much he loved her and not a lack of respect, but she couldn't shake the flicker of doubt that crossed her mind.

"Everyone waits, but not me. We must have set a time record getting married less than thirty-six hours after we met. Let's set another record by fucking for the first legal time in the Justice of the Peace's driveway."

She heard his pants unzipping and looked over her shoulder to see his mammoth cock flip out of his fly. His cock was already swollen to complete erection. His shiny purple cockhead glistened eagerly in the moonlight. She felt it pressed against her buttocks. He caressed his cock up and down her perineum, running his nob from her pussy to the top of her ass. She felt his warm cock stroking along her ass crack and arousing her passion to the point that she didn't care if what they did was sinful or not.

Unsnapping her bra, he cupped her tits and hefted them in his palms. He twisted and pinched her nipples until she felt them surging with arousal. "All right, Greg. If this is the way you want it, take me. Put your beautiful cock inside me." She arched her back and rested her shoulders on the edge of the seat, presenting her pussy submissively.

As he caressed her tits and stomach, allowing his hands to roam freely over her body, she felt a delicious shiver of enjoyment. Her life would be so powerful from now on. No more would she have to put up with a nagging aunt who would be relieved when she discovered Honey had ran away from home. Honey knew she would never be able to go back there, but as Greg continued stroking and arousing her cunt flesh she put all thoughts of the past from her mind and vowed to spend the rest of her time making her husband happy.

"Spread your legs wider. I want to put my cock in your pussy. Oh, that's it." He pressed his cock between her pussy lips and hunched forward gently. "Your pussy feels so good on my cock, so hot and sticky." He stroked harder into her cunt, forcing his shaft deeper into her pussy.

She felt his huge cock stretching and tunneling up her body like a hot cudgel. Wiggling her hips against him, she struggled to make its passage easier, but his cock was so large that it felt like it was ripping and tearing its way into her body. She moaned and bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, but at last she felt his pubic hair pressed against her buttocks and realized she had managed to accommodate his cock.

She felt a sense of accomplishment and gingerly ground her buttocks back against him. His cock moved back and forth until his shaft was lubricated with the hot juices oozing from her aroused pussy. She felt his cock sawing back and forth, pulling and sucking at her cunt until her lust bubbled within her like hot coals. "Yes, yes. Fuck me. Oh, it feels so good moving back and forth."

"Your pussy's as tight as a baby's. I love it. I'm going to fuck your brains out, baby." He slammed his cock in and out of her pussy with vicious strokes that drove his shaft back and forth like a piston. As his cock ground into her cunt, his fingers toyed with her clitoris, flicking it with eager strokes that caused her juices to flow copiously.

And then he pulled his cock from her pussy and stabbed it between her buttocks. He rubbed up and down her ass crack and worked his cock against her sphincter. "Hold still, baby. I'm going to drive this up your ass."

"No, no," Honey pleaded, panic shooting through her ass. "It's too big. You'll rip me apart." But she didn't have time to beg him longer. His cock tore into her anus with savage intensity. She felt her ass stretching and tearing to accommodate his massive cock. She muffled her scream with her hands. "No, Greg, it hurts." But as his cock continued pumping in and out of her ass, she felt her ass relaxing and stretching.

A warm burning sensation replaced the pain and traveled through her cunt with a perverse arousal. As his cock continued reaming in and out of her ass, she felt humiliated that he should take her in such a way. Yet her lust kept her humping back into his cock, matching his forward thrusts. After all, she was his wife. It was her duty to satisfy him sexually.

He twisted her long blonde hair at the nape of her neck and used it like a rain to pull her harder against him. His cock churned feverishly in and out of her ass. Each forward thrust forced the air from Honey's lungs and each time he drew his cock back until only his pulsing nob remained inside her sphincter, she felt as though her insides were being sucked out by a vacuum.

Yet the feeling drove her to excruciating need. She felt her nerves tingling with electric charges of energy. She wanted his cock fucking in and out of her body forever. She moaned and arched her back even farther to allow his cock to ram deeper into her ass. "Fuck me, Greg. Drive your cock in me as far as you can. It feels so good. Oh, yes. Do anything you want to me."

He humped and fucked into her butt like a man possessed. His cock sloshed noisily between her buttocks. She felt her pussy juices dripping into her blonde pubic hair and running down her thighs. And then he exploded in a convulsive spasm that blasted cum into her asshole like a geyser. She felt her ass filled with spurt after spurt of burning cum.

Her orgasm exploded with an intensity that shocked and delighted her. As his cock continued emptying his balls into her ass, her pussy surged and pulsed with sensual contractions that gripped her body and turned her into a writhing mass of sensual flesh. She flayed backward into his cock, feeling his shaft sizzling over her sphincter with delicious need.

"I'm cumming!" she gasped. "Oh, keep it fucking into me. It feels so good. Don't stop. Oh, oh."

Greg unleashed a stream of curses as his orgasm took control of his body. His semen tilled her ass so fully that it ran back out around the sides of his cock and dripped in thick gobs down her thighs and into her blonde pubic curls. His cock made a sucking and popping noise as it continued flaying into her ass with savage strokes.

Suddenly the front porch light came on and a male voice called out. "What's going on out there? Is everything all right?"

Still in the final throes of orgasm, Greg managed to gasp out an answer. "Everything's okay, John. We're just finished up here." His cockhead throbbed and pulsed as the last of his cum gushed into her ass. He pushed his cockhead as far into her ass as possible and let his cock drain as his arousal drained.

Honey could not see the porch from where she was, but she prayed the Justice of the Peace would not walk out to the car. Her orgasm slowly cooled. She heard the front door close. Shame washed over her at their perverted behavior. She wished they had waited, yet Greg's forcefulness was one of the things she admired about him. She felt his cock shriveling inside her ass. At last it popped out of her with a soft sucking sound. She felt more cum draining from her ass and dripping down her thighs.

Greg dried his cock on her buttocks and zipped his pants up. "Get in the car," he ordered. "We might as well drive all the way back to Cedarville tonight."

Honey felt his sticky cum smeared over her ass. She crawled into the front seat on her knees to keep from staining his car seat. He walked around the car and got in the driver's side. Handing her panties, he said, "Wipe up the mess with these. When we're out on the road, you can throw them out the window. And after this, I don't ever want to see you wearing panties again." She felt good inside knowing how she attracted him sexually, but somehow the way he had taken her so thoughtlessly and now wanted to drive straight back without even one night in a motel for a honeymoon made her wonder if there were things about him she should have known before marrying him.

Putting the thoughts out of her mind, she rolled down the window and felt the warm summer night whipping over her body. When they pulled onto the main highway, she tossed the pants out the window. She leaned forward to hook her bra.

"Take that off too," Greg said, his lips curled back in a lascivious smile. "I want your tits free all the time. I like seeing them jiggle when you walk."

Honey did as he requested. She had to pal ha white sweater ova her head to remove her bra. When she started to put her sweater on again, he stopped her from doing that too. "Come over here I want to see your tits naked all the way back." He put his arm around her so his hands could reach her tits.

She snuggled against him, feeling deliciously evil. "I love you, Greg." He stroked her tits as he drove. She rested her hand between his legs and felt the warm bulge of his cock. There was so much she had yet to learn about him. Their whirl-wind romance left her head spinning with unknown questions about their future. She didn't even know where he lived. She knew he worked in reel estate, but that was about all she did know, except he was the most wonderful person in the world.

She hated to think how her life would have gone on in its painfully drab way if she had not met Greg yesterday. Until then, she had not believed in love at first sight, but now everything was different. The virginity she had saved for eighteen years had been given to Greg less than two hours after meeting him. She shuddered to think what her aunt would have said about that.

A new exciting world was opening for her. She wanted to know and experience everything there was to know about sex. Greg was so wonderful she could not get enough of him. She squeezed his cock and felt it respond with surprising enthusiasm. The entire four hour drive back, she stroked and fondled his big cock while he kept her nipples and tits tingling erotically.

They were still five miles from Cedarville when Greg turned off the main highway onto a small country road. Two miles later, he turned into a dirt drive that led, twisting and bumping among heavy underbrush and trees and finally ended at a small, but modem looking brick house. "We're home," he said, opening his door and walking up to the house without waiting for her.

Honey removed the small suitcase containing all the possessions she had taken from home out of the back seat and followed Greg to the house. He took her suitcase at the door, swung her laughingly into his arms and carried her across the thresh hold. As soon as he let her down, she felt a stab of disappointment when she realized they would not be living alone. Sitting on a red velvet couch, his feet propped on a coffee table, his bearded mouth hanging open in a drunken snore was a naked man. A whiskey bottle was cradled in his crotch.

CHAPTER TWO

Honey stared in horror at the obscene position of the man. "Who is that?" she whispered, clutching Greg's arm.

Greg laughed and kicked at the coffee table. "A friend of mine. Jay Simms. He stays with me sometimes. He's sort of a business partner." The man stirred but didn't wake. Greg continued walking through the room. Honey scurried after him, but he stopped her. "No, wait here. I'll take your suitcase to the back bedroom. I want to make sure there aren't any other surprise sleepers around."

Honey felt terrified waiting in the living room alone. As soon as Greg left, the drunken Jay grunted and began rubbing his crotch with the whiskey bottle in his sleep. Honey tried to turn her eyes away, but her curiosity got the best of her when she saw his cock swelling to erection as he rubbed himself. His cock was huge. His balls churned up and down with the whiskey bottle.

Jay grunted again and stirred. His eyes fluttered. He caught sight of her. A pleased purr came from his throat. He set the bottle on the floor and settled back on the couch more comfortably, his eyes half closed, eyeing Honey's body slowly up and down as though he thought he was dreaming. His hands returned to his crotch and stroked his cock and balls.

Pumping his shaft slowly, he caressed his nob with his foreskin. Despite her embarrassment, Honey felt a twinge of arousal. He wasn't really bad looking. He looked like he was in his early twenties. Maybe a year or two younger than Greg. Feeling ashamed by her curiosity, Honey turned and forced her eyes to explore the room.

"What's the matter, angel? You can look at it. You know you want to. Turn around. In fact, come over here and suck it. I'd love a blow job from you, baby."

Honey spun around, her hands covering her open mouth. He was awake. Her face flushed as she stared at him in embarrassment. He continued stroking his cock, inundating his hips with slow, sensual movements that caused his nob to glisten like purple velvet as his fist masturbated his shaft. Honey was speechless. She backed toward the door through which Greg had disappeared, bumping into furniture on the way until she could turn and dash to safety.

She went through a dining room and into a hall. Hearing voices coming from one of the doom, Honey hurried down the ball and peeked into a kitchen. She saw Greg arguing with a woman at the back door. As soon as she stepped into the room, Greg pushed the woman out the door and closed it. He turned around, surprised to discover her looking at him. His face smiled sheepishly.

"Honey, I'm going to have to drive someone home. I'm sorry to rush off like this so soon after getting here, but you can get yourself settled in. Take a shower. Your things are in the master bedroom. I'll be home later."

"But, Greg, what about Jay? He's awake. He said something obscene to me."

Greg laughed. "Then say something obscene back to him. Look, I have to go. I'm not going to have to baby-sit you all the time, am I?"

His words stung like a whip. Honey backed away. "No, of course not, Greg." As soon as he was gone, she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around. Jay stood there with his cock standing out like a monstrous bull's horn. His pulsing nob throbbed with aroused lust.

"You're real," Jay said. He walked slowly toward her, his erection wagging back and forth. "I can't believe it. A beautiful blonde angel has been dropped on me out of heaven just at a time when I'm hornier than I've ever been before."

"Stay away from me," Honey said, back against the stove. "I'm Greg's wife."

"Yeah, and I'm the President of the United States. And you're going to give me a piece of ass." He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back until she was forced to lean over the stove, her elbows supporting her weight, her thighs spread as his body wedged between her legs. He looked at her naked nipples pressing into her blouse. He licked his lips.

Honey struggled to get away from him, but his fingers were like iron. "Let me go. I'll tell Greg when he gets back."

"If you don't, I will anyway," Jay countered, leaning over and brushing his face over her tits. Releasing her hands Jay pulled her blouse out of her skirt and began tugging it over her head, heedless of the buttons.

Honey's cries of protest were muffled inside her blouse. The material ripped as it came over her head. "Leave me alone," she begged, covering her tits with her arms. Jay pulled her arms apart and stared at her quivering breasts. He pushed her back again and sucked each of her firm nipples into his mouth in turn. She felt his tongue flicking her nipples to attention. Passion surged into her heavy tits like tiny currents of electricity. "No!" she pleaded.

"I'm going to eat you up," Jay said, his blood-shot eyes devouring her nakedness. He slurped his tongue over her tits like they were huge mounds of ice cream. "Ummmmmm… that's goooood!"

Honey pulled and twisted her shoulders to get away, but her effort only caused her tits to slap back and forth against his face, further enflaming his passion. He bit into her tits and sucked her flesh like candy. His hips pushed into her crotch, forcing her skirt up her thighs until she felt his cockhead pushing at the entrance to her pussy. Frantically, she intensified her struggle, but she was no match far his eager attack.

"You're not going anywhere, baby. I want my cock inside your pussy. I don't know who you are and I don't care. I just know you got here all alone, naked and perfect for what I need." He humped his hips forward, driving his feverish cockhead against her cunt lips.

Honey felt his cock pushing into her pussy. The harder she fought, the farther his cock worked into her cunt. She felt it stretching and tearing its way forcefully into her body. Finally she managed to get her hand free. She slapped and clawed at his face. He screamed and grabbed her wrist again. Twisting both arms behind her, he held them with one hand and ripped away her skirt with his other.

"If you don't want to get hurt, you'll be a little more cooperative." He carefully released her arms to see what she would do. When she didn't strike at him again, he rubbed his face. "You're a wild cat, aren't you? But you better be a little more careful because I'm going to get what I want whether you like it or not."

Honey felt a mixture of fear and arousal pulsing through her flesh. What would he do to her if she refused him? In his drunken condition, he might not even be responsible for his actions. He began grinding his cock deeper into her pussy, she turned her head and submitted shamefully.

He pushed her back farther on the stove until she was almost laying down with her buttocks hanging over the edge. Spreading her thighs wider, he pulled her pussy against his pubic hair, forcing cock to the hilt in her cunt. "How does that feel, baby?" He hunched in and out, sucking and puffing at her insides.

"Oh, no, please stop!" Honey begged, but she couldn't deny the arousal that surged inside her with each stroke of his huge cock. She felt his nob slurping inside her like a hungry mouth, sucking and drinking in her hot juices. She felt her lust building like a growing fire. Her body seemed to respond on its own, as though she no longer had any control.

She felt her pussy sucking and clawing at his cock as eagerly as it plunged into her. His fingers spread her ass cheeks until he could stoke into her crack. He pushed against her rectum. She shivered as his finger stabbed into her ass and forced its way deeply into her bowels. He wiggled and twisted his finger at the same time he churned lustfully into her pussy.

"Oh, oh, it feels good," she heard herself gasp. "Don't stop now. Oh, fuck me! Yes, yes!" She wrapped her heels around his waist and lunged upward to meet each stroke of his cock. She felt his prick driving into her faster and faster burning and sizzling over her clit until she was more and more around than she had ever been.

They thrust against each other's bodies like starving animals, grunting and snarling with need. And then Honey felt his cum shooting into her, filling her pussy with hot, viscous fluid. Each copious gush splashed against her cunt like hot lava. She felt his semen oozing back out her cunt around his thrusting shaft and dripping as fast as it drained from her pussy.

Their climax went on and on, exploding through their flesh like an erupting volcano. Honey felt every nerve in her body tingling with sensuous vibrations. She pounded her heels into his ass and clawed at his back. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, yes, keep fucking me! Oh, it feels so good!" She buried his face in her tits and felt his mouth sucking and biting her nipples.

"Your pussy feels like a furnace around my cock." Jay gritted his teeth and slammed his cock as deeply into her pussy as possible. His body quivered and warned as his balls unloaded into Honey's slurping cunt.

He kept his cock inside her until their organ dwindled away, leaving them both drained and limp. She felt his cock shriveling inside her and finally slip from her cunt. More cum drained from her pussy and dripped down her buttocks. He stepped back and looked at her appreciatively. Shame washed over her and she turned her head away.

"Why so shy now?" Jay asked, laughing at her. "You were terrific. I don't think I've ever had a better piece of ass. Who are you? A friend of Greg's?"

"I told you, I'm his wife." Honey felt a fresh surge of indignation now that her orgasm was over and she had control of her senses again. "You'll be sorry for what you did."

That brought a new burst of laughter from Jay. "I don't see how I could ever be sorry for what I just did. The only thing that would make me sorry was if I thought I would never be able to do it again."

"Well, that was the last time you ever will do that," Honey flared. "You'll be in jail as soon as Greg gets back."

"Don't believe it, baby. Greg and I share everything."

He spoke with such confidence that Honey felt a sense of doubt slipping into her own confidence. Why did he laugh when she mentioned she was Greg's wife? It was obvious he didn't believe her. She wished she had the marriage certificate to show him. She would ask Greg for it so she would have it in the future. Completely humiliated, she began picking up her shredded blouse and skirt from the floor.

She rushed from the kitchen into the hall. She found the master bedroom at the far end of the hall. She closed the door and looked for her suitcase. It was unopened on a king-sized bed. She opened it and took out a yellow cotton dress that matched her hair. Fearing Jay would follow her into the bedroom at any moment, she quickly hurried into the bath.

Honey locked the door and looked at herself in the floor length mirror covering one wall. She looked strained and drawn. She smelled like cum. Turning on the shower, she stepped in and adjusted the spray as hot as she could stand, letting the water wash away the remains of cum staining her body. She took deep breaths, trying to relax and steady her nerves. The day had been too much. No one should be raped on their wedding night. She couldn't believe it had actually happened.

She lathered her body with soap, working rich suds over her skin. She rinsed and stepped out. Drying on a large white towel, she watched her reflection in the mirror. She didn't feel like the same person she had been just a few hours before. Somehow the experience with Jay had matured her in some way.

Before slipping into her dress, she stood for a moment inspecting herself in the mirror. Her large tits felt tingly and more alive than ever before. She stroked her cunt mound and caressed her pussy lips, feeling the swollen flesh still warm and aroused. She hated admitting to herself that she had enjoyed being raped by Jay. Guiltily, she realized she had not acted like she was being raped. Shame flushed her face at the thought of telling Greg what had happened. What if Jay told him how she had cried out and begged him to keep fucking her? Honey cringed inside. What had made her say that? What was wrong with her that she could not control the passion that boiled inside her pussy once she became aroused?

She slipped into her dress and returned to the bedroom. It was a small room. Clothes were scattered over an arm chair. The closet had both men's and women's clothes hanging in it. Doubts and apprehension began to cloud her mind – not only about herself, but about the living situation she had gotten herself into. What kind of a business partner would help himself to a partner's wife and insist that he shared everything? And who was the girl Greg had left with in the middle of their wedding night?

Honey stretched out on the bed, listening intently for sounds of Jay in the house. She couldn't hear anything other than a soft breeze moving through the trees outside. She pushed the drapes back from the window and looked out. A faint light came from the East, illuminating an abandoned barn and a wooded area. She knew she would not sleep until Greg returned.

She heard the front door open and close. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. The bedroom door opened. Honey sat up, her hands clasped at her tits. Relief flooded through her when she saw Greg. She jumped up and threw her arms around his neck. But her happiness was short lived when she saw Jay, now dressed in a pair of patched jeans, walk around the corner and learn against the door.