Sam Stone

Turned on wife

CHAPTER ONE

The bad dream ended with a loud whimper.

Kitten Hunter sat up in the badly rumpled bed as though jerked into position by an invisible string, and the soft baby pink blanket dropped to her lap, revealing her naked tits drenched with perspiration, their coral nipples hard and throbbing.

The diminutive midnight-haired girl knew instinctively that her own voice had awakened her, and momentarily her dainty hand groped timidly through the darkness that filled the again mouse quiet bedroom to see if it had done the same thing to her husband. Kitten's heart skipped a beat as her red-tipped fingers touched a cold sheet.

The place at her side was empty.

Kitten Hunter took a deep breath that rocked her full and pointed tits. A frown wrinkled her brow for a moment, and then she remembered why she no longer had a husband to share this bed with her: her sexual coldness had driven Dan away from her.

Coldness?

The memory of her first fuck-session with Dan brought a touch of bitterness to Kitten's lips. He had reached Starfish Island yesterday, late in the afternoon. He was still in uniform, but not for long. A drink, a few words about his year in Viet Nam, and then he had picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

"Dan, wait!" she had protested as he lowered her to the bed and proceeded to attack the buttons on her blouse, tearing one off in his impatience to bare and feast his eyes on her naked tities. "Dan, wait! The window drapes are open!"

Dan's fingers kept clawing at her blouse buttons as he rasped, "Fuck the drapes, Katherine. Leaving a virgin bride behind after a few short days of marriage is one thing, but letting her stay in that condition after playing it by hand for a year is something else." He leered at her. "If anyone cares to shoot beaver with a telescope while I pluck your cherry, let them."

Kitten had been shocked by his words. And then angry. She pushed his horny hands away from her boobs and sat up. Dan had laughed and pinned her to the mattress once more. His fingers renewed their attack on her blouse buttons, and a moment later she felt his lips burning through the nylon cup that covered her left jug. Her cunt remained cold and dry, but she made no move to push his greedy mouth away from her now blossoming nipple.

She had wanted it to be a beautiful reunion, but Dan had spoiled it. There was no patience left in him. Only hunger. Woman-hunger. Cunt-hunger. Blind. Demanding. Never mind how she felt. She was his for the taking, and take her he did.

He stopped kissing her bra-covered tits and helped her all the way out of the blouse. She sat up to keep him from tearing the damn thing from her body, then dropped to her back again and watched him over the dancing peaks of her brassiered jugs.

Dan had put his back to her while undressing. She watched his smooth haunches pop into view, then stretch as he knifed forward to kick out of his pants. He straightened with a loud sigh, turned and showed her his petrified prick.

She remembered gasping at the enormity of it – and feeling a bit frightened at the thought of having that big cock tucked between the lips of her cunt. His knob. God, it was as huge as a Grade-A large egg!

Dan fisted his dick and shook it at her, and said, "Take a good look at my cherry-picker. Meat, Katherine. And it's all yours."

Her eyes had moved away from his big cock and she told herself: God, I don't think I can take that big prick of his inside my pussy.

Finished undressing, the bed creaked in protest as Dan sat down beside her. Sweat soaked his face. He licked his lips. He didn't speak.

She had lain in the maddening silence and shivered as his big hands found and manipulated her tits, then moved caressingly all over her body.

"Sweet mother of all hookers," Dan had croaked, "talk about table stuff! Damn, I'm almost tempted to drop my face between your legs and eat your tight little twat."

She had continued to tremble under his working hands. But not from desire.

"I am…"

He silenced her with a glance, then dipped his head. His hungry lips found the bra-covered area of her sleeping nipples and awakened them. A shiver sliced through her system. A moment later she felt the beginning of nausea. She squirmed and murmured, "Dan, please. Don't."

Dan was beyond hearing. Passion deafened him. His cock throbbed, ached with desire. He wanted to fuck her… and he intended to.

She was down to her bra and panties. Her shoes had been lost en route to the bedroom. Her bra went next. Dan had reached under her back, between her shoulder blades, and unfastened the scrap of cloth. Tits spilled into nakedness; her coral nipples stiffened all the way. Dan tossed the bra aside and she had turned her head on the pillow to watch it flutter to the terrazzo floor like a bird with a broken wing.

Her misty white panties were all that had kept Dan from seeing her cunt, and now he did something about it. He was breathing hard and his big hands trembled as they slid downward over her enticing young flesh.

She hadn't moved.

"Stop acting like a damn log, Katherine. Lift that dimpled ass of yours and help me."

She had responded automatically. Like a whore.

"No, Katherine. Higher." Like a whore.

"Higher, Katherine. Lift your ass higher."

She had no desire to obey, but she did. His fingers had found and hooked into the elastic waistband of her panties. She came up on her elbows and elevated her butt. She watched as he slowly tugged the bikini briefs down past her slender hips, and all the way free.

Now she was naked.

She continued to feel like a cheap whore.

Why not as a wife?

Dan had shifted his position on the rumpled bed. His stiff fuck-stick touched and scorched her hip. She felt his pre-cum oozing out of it, and became embarrassed. She wanted to protest but the words remained frozen in her throat, and then it was too late.

"Thaw out, Katherine," Dan had growled. "Goddamn it, melt a little so I can enjoy fucking you."

"I'm trying."

"Maybe I can turn you on. Maybe this'll build a fire in your pussy."

Dan's face had dipped towards her bouncing boobs. His damp tongue darted out from between his lips and did battle with her coral nipples.

Her hips twitched, and tits trembled in rhythm to her ragged breathing, but passion remained aloof. It didn't make sense. She should have wanted him to fuck her. She didn't. She knew why. His big cock terrified her.

Exploring hands caressed her tanned thighs and she reluctantly parted them.

"That's more like it, Katherine. Now ask me to fuck you."

She remained mute.

A hint of anger edged her husband's voice. "Ask me to fuck you, Katherine!"

She had tried to surrender. She flicked a finger against his pulsating prick and said with forced passion, "Fuck me." Her voice sounded strangled. She tried again. She rocked her hips and shrilled, "Do it, darling. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Hard?"

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard!"

Tongue and lips teased and tickled her singing nipples as his weight pressed her deeper into the mattress. He paused. Then grinned at her and said, "Take my cock and put it where it belongs – inside your tight cunt."

She hesitated.

His eyes frosted; his voice flattened. "Do it, Katherine! Now, damn it, now!"

Her hand found and guided his dripping dick towards the pouting lips of her pussy. She nuzzled the wet knob against her jutting cunt for the space of a few heartbeats. Then she moved the tip of his tool to her virgin cunt-mouth and whispered fearfully, "Don't hurt me, Dan."

"I won't."

A gasp ripped past her teeth as he forced the egg-sized tip of his cock between the tense lips of her pussy. She begged him to stop. A waste of breath. She yelped again as he rammed his prick into her cunt-hole with one savage thrust.

"Ah," Dan sighed, "now I know I'm home!"

She stopped begging him to take his prick out of her pain-filled pussy; she knew he wouldn't. He wanted to get his rocks off, and he expected her to help him. She also knew that he wanted her to show passion. She decided to fake it.

"Come on, Katherine," Dan had snapped. "You can do better than that. Make like a mink and give me a fuck I'll remember for the rest of my life."

A fuck to remember…

Slipping her warm arms around his neck, she had mashed her lips against his. She had tried to match his ardor with her own. She tightened her arms around his neck and pressed her hot boobs to his naked chest, and then her hips began to chum and meet him thrust for thrust.

Up and down. Down and up. Trying. Failing. Unable to fuck the way he wanted her to fuck. Unable to surrender.

Their lips parted and their tongues met and wrestled each other, and added more shock thrills to Dan's passion. Then, as his frenzied thrusts warned her that he was reaching his peak, she dug her long fingernails into his back and pulled his sweaty face between her tits. She tightened the lips of her pussy around the throbbing cock that filled it, and a pulse beat later Dan moaned and shuddered his way through a violent come.

Jizz spurted into her cunt. Hot jizz. Sticky jizz. Filling her unresponsive hole full.

His passion satisfied for the time being, Dan had backed his dick out of her pussy. Sperm trickled out to soak the tangled sheet and stain her thighs. He came to a kneeling position between her scissored legs and smiled sourly, then said, "It wasn't any good for you, was it, Katherine?"

She answered him with silence.

He laughed harshly. "You don't have to tell me how it was, Katherine. I can see it in your eyes. The sex act shames you. It's always shamed you." His eyes probed the depths of hers. "Before we were married, your innocent-virgin routine tickled me, but it isn't funny any more. Christ, no husband deserves a…"

"Dan, don't say it!"

A suggestion of mockery lifted one corner of his mouth. "Don't say what – that you're a bum fuck?"

A despairing moan seeped past her lips. "Dan!"

"That's right, you're a bum fuck." He shook his head. "I can't figure you out, Katherine. I thought you'd get over this damn hang-up of yours by the time I got back from Nam, but you haven't. What the hell's wrong with you anyhow? What keeps you from melting? Is it me?"

"No, not you, darling."

"Then what? Is it the act itself?" He watched her closely, shook his head again. "That's it, isn't it? You don't like to fuck."

"I…"

His anger became more pronounced. "Sex isn't ugly, Katherine. Fuck, suck – nothing a man and a woman do to each other is ugly. Only people who think they are – are ugly."

Her own temper had bubbled to the surface. "I don't think we should discuss the subject."

He snorted. "Spoken like a true prude."

She knew she was blushing. "I'm not being prudish. I'm simply trying to…"

He cut her short. "If you're not being prudish, then you must be scared shitless. The thing that bugs my ass is – why? That cum dribbling out of your pussy didn't come from a strange whang. I'm your husband, I love you, and yet you just made me feel like a fucking rapist. It's enough to drive me up the nearest wall. Jesus, can't you accept the fact that there's nothing evil about any sex act?"

"Is pain a part of the act?" she had demanded to know. "If it is, then you just turned me into a complete woman, because I really ache. You went after my cherry like a Goddamn sadist." A moment later her voice became filled with contrition. "Darling, I'm sorry I said that."

He smiled mirthlessly. "Don't be. It's probably the first honest thing you've said to me. Maybe you'd like to call it quits?"

"No, Dan. I love you. I want to be your wife."

"Then prove it by acting like one."

She had tried. A few minutes later. She jacked Dan's cock, coiling her fingers around his sagging shaft and stroking it into firmness, and when his rod was rock-hard, she said desperately, "Teach me to love, darling. Ram that big cock of yours in my pussy and make me feel like your wife! Fuck me, darling, fuck me! Now, now, now."

His voice sounded choked. "I will, Katherine, but you'll have to help me."

"How?"

"By wanting my cock."

She had tried to tell herself that she wanted his meat – to no avail. She had gasped as Dan impaled her cunt with his enormous prick for the second time. She had wriggled her hips, bounced her ass, and she had even locked her legs around his butt to get every inch of his meat into her cunt on the downward lunge, but when she took his second load of cum, there was still no satisfaction.

His cock failed to turn her on.

Dan had sensed it.

"That's that," he had grumbled as he moved out from between her legs and left the rumpled bed. "I can't put the pork to a corpse. Necrophilia isn't my bag."

"Dan!"

Dan's voice slashed at her. "Shut up, Katherine! Damn you, damn you, shut the fuck up!"