She Married A Dud

Becky hated her husband. He was a real piece of shit. Her mama warned her against him but at 17 she was in love and stupid. He was 35 and he had promised to look after her. Give her a house to live in, some kids. Told her she would be comfortable if she was willing to serve him like a good wife. Well, she wished her mama was still here so Becky could tell her she was right. But she died not long after their wedding which was held the day after her 18th birthday. They went to town hall with a few witnesses, then held a reception in the local hall. They served fried chicken and French fries because Brad didn't want none of that "fucking, pansy shit" that you had at weddings. Said he wasn't about to spend pointless money, so they bought the food in bulk from Costco instead. They did spend a lot of money on alcohol though. Becky spent the morning of her wedding cooking it all while Brad went out with the boys. Her wedding dress was $75 from the local goodwill. Again, Brad wouldn't let her spend much on it because "I'm just gonna rip it off you anyway" he said to her once with a smirk on his face before he grabbed a fist full of her ass.

The reception didn't last long. He had already been drinking with the boys that morning, so while he wasn't exactly drunk during the ceremony, it didn't take long after that. Becky was so desperate to have the happiest day of her life that she excused his behaviour in her mind. At one point she went over to him while he was laughing drunkenly with his mates. When she arrived he pulled her in for a sloppy, tongue kiss, grabbing her breast as he did. She pushed him away in embarrassment but he pulled her closer then turned to his mates and said, "you should be jealous boys. Cause I'm gonna fuck this cunt up tonight!" All the boys cheered.

Later she thought she saw him grab her cousins ass but was positive she must be mistaken.

Perhaps the hardest behaviour to excuse was when it was time to recover her garter... it was tradition for the groom to remove the brides garter with his teeth and throw it out to the other single men, but when she lifted up her dress to let him in, he dove right in and began eating her pussy over her underwear. She shrieked and tried to get his head out but he just wouldn't budge. Eventually he pulled off her garter and threw it to the boys laughing. "It smells good boys!" He yelled out. When she brought it up to him later he told her it was just a joke and she should shut up and stop being so sensitive. She pretended not to see her mother crying in the back.

They left the reception early, with him loudly cheering and yelling as they walked to the car. She went to get into the drivers seat but he slammed his hand down on the roof of the car, looked her dead in the eyes and said "don't you ever get behind the wheel of this car while I am with you. You will not emasculate me so early in our marriage."

"Yes Brad. I'm sorry," she replied, shocked.

So she got into the passenger side quietly and prayed for safety as they drove to the motel.

The motel was just the local one down the road, $39 a night. So thankfully it wasn't far to go. She carried the bags as he swayed over to their door and fumbled with the keys. Eventually he got in in then be-lined straight for the bed where he tumbled on top.

She brought the bags in and set them down. She began to open them with the plan to unpack some things but he looked at her from the bed and said, "Don't be a bitch and make me wait all night. Come here and let me see those tits."

"Yes Brad," she said quietly. So she left the bags where they were and walked over to the edge of the bed. She stood there. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to do. She was a virgin. They had never done anything sexual, unless you counted the time he made her sit on his lap at a family bbq while he grinded her from underneath. It didn't take him long to explode in his pants.

"Are you trying to piss me off? Strip!"

She blinked a few times then untied her own wedding dress while he lay there on the bed watching her. She let her dress drop. Then she removed her bra, then her panties. She stood naked in front of him. No man had ever seen her naked before. He raked his eyes up and down her body, saying nothing. Then he said, "I thought your tits were bigger".

She paused. "I'm sorry," she said. He shrugged.

"Turn around and bend over."

She just stared at him, not sure she heard him correctly.

"Hellooooooooooo! Turn around and bend over! I wanna see your cunt."

So she did.

"Pull your cheeks apart with your hands."

She did. She was mortified.

"It's pretty good. Looks tight. Not for long though I'm going to destroy it, you won't walk for days," he said with a chuckle. "Stand up."

She turned back around to face him. He undid his belt, opened his zip and pulled out his dick.

"Alright, come and sit on my cock before I pass out," he slurred.

She didn't move. She just stared at his large cock standing upright through his pants. She had never seen a penis before. It was... far larger than she had expect.

"Brad... I don't know how."

"Fuck. I forgot. Fine, get on your back and spread your legs. Gotta get used to hearing that ey!" He chuckled again as he got up from the bed. She lay down on top of the duvet and spread her legs open. She wasn't sure what she had expected on her wedding night, but it wasn't this. Perhaps she imagined kissing and rolling around under the covers. But here she was, lying on a brown patterned bed cover with all the lights on. He stood before her and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Then he moved closer until the head of his cock was at the entrance to her pussy. He held it in one hand, then pushed. But, not much happened. He pushed harder...

"Fuck! You're dry as a granny's cunt. Next time make sure you're wet before I go in. Get on your knees you can make me wet."

She slipped down to her knees on the floor in front of him.

"Open your mouth, I'm gonna fuck it. I'll go deep and get all the glob from your throat so I can actually fuck you."

And without another moment he grabbed her hair in one hand, tilted her head back so her mouth opened in shock, then he shoved himself inside her. He thrust a few times in her mouth to lubricate his cock, then he pushed down as hard he could go. She tried to pull back in shock, but he had her hair firmly in his hand so she had nowhere to go.

"Don't move."

He thrusted in and out. Fast. Head firm in his hand. He was treating her mouth like a pussy. In and out. She could hardly breathe. Her jaw was getting sore, he was so big it hurt to keep her mouth open so wide. His cock was hard, like an unrelenting rod. He pushed to the back, hard, then slipped down her throat. Her eyes bulged in panic.

"Stay there, I'm getting him wet." He fucked her throat a few times then pulled out. Long strings of saliva came out with it.

"Told you," he said. "Get on your back."

She did as she was told and got back up on the bed. He put his cock at her entrance again and confidently pushed. This time he slipped in a bit, but he met resistance. Her hymen.

"Don't move," he said, then with all his strength he thrust in, broke her hymen, and slipped in til he hit her cervix. He wasn't bottomed out because he was too big it seemed. She screamed. She had never felt pain like it before. It was sharp and radiated through her body. She stared up at the ceiling, panting, trying to overcome the pain, tears streaming down her face.

"No need to be dramatic. It's done now isn't it. No longer a virgin, but don't worry, you can be my little slut," he said with lust in his voice as he lay down on top of her. His head buried in her neck. He stunk like alcohol.

"God you're tight," he groaned into her ear, his breath pouring over her.

Then he began to thrust. Sounds of pleasure came from deep within him as he built up a rhythm, his weight pinning her down on the bed. But there was no pleasure for her. All she felt was pain, and the noises coming from her weren't enjoyment, but crying, like a small wounded animal. He continued on, trying to ignore the wimpers coming from her mouth, but it was so annoying.

"God dammit, can you shut up, I can't concentrate."

She burst into tears.

"Fuck this. Turn over," he said as he pulled out of her, then grabbed her legs and flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her back to bring her pussy closer, then he mounted her again. Pushing back inside her bloody cunt. She cried out in pain. He pushed her head into the bed to drown out the noise.

Then he fucked her. Perhaps he could have been more gentle. But he figured it was better for her if he just got this over and done with. It was a kindness to her.

So her fucked like just like he'd fucked many a girl before her, with one goal in mind. To cum. She was simply a vessel and he used her as one.

In the end, it didn't take long for him to finish. He thrust in deep one last time with a groan, then released himself into her. She could feel him spurt inside her, then again, and again. The he collapsed on top of her while she sobbed into the bed.

"Ugh, that was great baby. Your cunt is so fucking tight. And to think, that's what I'm gonna get every day for the rest of my life. Good slut." He kissed her roughly on the neck.

Then he rolled off her, climbed up onto the bed, and passed out right on top of the duvet.

She slowly pushed herself up and just stared at him in shock. And as she slowly and painfully made her way to the bathroom so she could clean off the blood and semen running down her leg, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she'd made a mistake.