Carl and Suzan were sweethearts from school and though they had been going out for five years they had never fucked once.
Carl was the sweetest man you could have ever met and Suzan adored him. He always said that they would get married the day after his twentieth birthday which was tradition in his family and on that night he would take her to heaven. He always said this and she believed him.
He insisted that on their wedding night was to be their first night together, as it had always been meant to be. The wedding went flawlessly, and after all the guests that were travelling had left he took her to their hotel room, removing her wedding dress and kissing every part of her exposed skin as it was revealed. He then laid her out on the bed and took her for the first time.
He was gentle with her as his prick entered her pristine vagina. A small trace of blood stained his penis as he withdrew it the first time. She let out a little scream as he broke her hymen, but he went on to fuck her and bring her to the height of ecstasy. She did not orgasm but she was almost there and he knew it.
He pulled out, turned her over and pulled her so she was bent over the edge of the bed, then said, "This is going to hurt a little more."
Then without another word he slid his penis, lubricated only by her own juices, between the cheeks of her anus and into her anally. She tried to stop him as she didn't think this was right, but he took her and after the first thrust he began to ride her hard and fast, not caring about his new wife's pain or displeasure. Once he was done with her anus he forced her to her knees and held his still erect penis in front of her mouth telling her that she either opened her mouth or she would be never able to shut it again.
She tried to keep her mouth shut as tears ran down her face. He grabbed her neck and began to squeeze; he then raised his other hand to strike her but she opened her mouth gasping for air before the blow struck and he slipped his penis into her mouth.
Her first instinct was to bite him but he told her if she did he would peel the skin off her back and feed it to her, and at that point she believed him. He began to pump into her mouth, telling her all the time to take a breath as he withdrew. Gradually he was hitting the back of her mouth with each thrust. He then told her that each time he thrust forward and she felt him at the back of her mouth she was to swallow. At this point she was terrified and tried to do as he asked, but was unable to time it right and she could tell that he was getting annoyed.
He had had enough so he grabbed the back of her head and started to pull it onto him harder. With each thrust his penis forced its way down her throat. She began to choke but he did not show any mercy; he continued the assault on her mouth until his pubic bone mashed against her open mouth and his penis was as far down her throat as it would go. He held her there impaled on his penis, and she gagged and flailed around not getting any air. Then just as she was about to pass out he pulled her head off him and she was able to gulp down some vitally needed air.
As she fell back onto the floor, her chest heaved up and down with each gasp of air. The bowel taste filled her mouth; as she gazed up in horror, he walked towards her. His eyes burned with lust, his face contorted with rage as he sneered down upon her. This couldn't be the same kind, gentle soul she fell in love with, the man she married. This all had to a bad dream, a nightmare she desperately wanted to awake from. His swollen penis, glimmering with her juices, swayed back and forth, appearing to grow larger with each step. Her only thought was to escape this nightmare; glancing around the room, she made a mad dash for the door. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the lock but they failed her.
She felt his hot breath as he wrapped his hand around her neck once more, sending a cold shiver down her spine. He pushed her against the door, squeezing her neck all the time, then she felt the tip of his penis slide in between her thighs moving back and forth, grazing the base of her moist pubic hair, causing her lips to tremble. With each thrust she felt his weight push against her nakedness, pinning her against the door. Skin to skin, he started to grind his sweaty body onto hers. She could sense the animal lust grow within him once more; the pounding of his heart echoed within her chest.
He slowly worked his cock between the tender cheeks, probing her rose bud which was sore from his first anal assault. She wanted to scream for help, but before she did he slid one hand from her neck to cover her mouth, stifling the scream. His lips next to her ear whispered a quiet, "Hush, this is our wedding night; we don't want to be disturbed," as his fingers of the other hand tighten.
Silent sobs passes from her lips as his cock made its way closer to her violated anus, forcing its way through the fleshy mounts. He let his hands drop down and held her legs up giving him easy access to her abused anus once more. Then he whispered into her ear once again, "Reach down and spread your ass for me my love ... daddy's cumming home." Tears started to roll down her face as her trembling hands inched their way down. Her finger tips brushed against his throbbing member and she could feel the blood coursing through its veins. Waiting for a moment, she reluctantly exposed her once virgin arse.
The head of his firm cock pressed against her anus. Pausing for a moment, a smirk crossed his lips. He slowly drove the tip of his cock inward, her muscles tightened to stop the unwanted anal intruder. The added resistance only fortified his desireand he pressed on with all his weight. Her tired and sore muscles relented, his cock slid in, her taut body jerked as a high pitched groan hissed past her clenched teeth.
Her breathing became laboured, her body ached and her thoughts were clouded with the waves of pain sweeping her body. Worst of all, that tiny itch, deep within her pussy started to grow. With a rumbling grunt he drove the entire shaft deep into her bowels. He watched with a lustful glee seeing his shaft disappear into her arse. As he began fucking her arse with a piston like action, he repositioned his hands. Sliding them up to grasp her tits, mauling and squeezing them, tweaking each nipple to full attention between his fingers. As the sexual assault continued it was becoming more difficult for her to distinguish between pain and an unnatural sexual pleasure that continued to grow. That tiny itch was growing larger with each stroke of his cock.
She knew this was wrong but she thought, 'I am his wife now and this is what he wants, but I mustn't enjoy this. But why am I feeling so strange?' She didn't know as her emotions were all over the place.
He pounded into her pulling at her legs getting them higher so he could get deeper into the most private part of her body; finally he climaxed and jerked violently as his spunk splashed the walls of her bowels. Once finished he pulled out of her and let her drop to the floor.
"It's clean up time again; open wide," he ordered. She instantly knew what he meant and opened her mouth so he could do what he wanted, hoping that would be the end of it. His penis was softening, but he still was able to get it into her throat and he pumped into her, telling her what to do with her tongue. Once he had had enough he pulled out of her and she fell into a heap.
"Get into the bathroom and clean yourself up. You have some more entertaining to do yet, but you won't have to get dressed."
Carl disappeared and she dragged herself to the bathroom, turned on the shower and sat under the water, hoping that the water would wash away the memories of what had just happened.
Carl went to the bar. On the bar was a large Cognac and with it his three brothers. "Was it good?" asked the oldest of the brothers.
"Yes, she was tight, Keith; she tried to put up a fight. But I soon fucked that out of her," Carl said to his brothers.
"Now it's our turn. Does she have any idea what's about to happen to her?" asked another one of Carl's brothers.
"No! But does that matter? It's tradition, Andrew. The same was done to Keith's wife Paul's and yours. You don't want some of it?"
"Of course I do," said Andrew, gulping down his Cognac.
"Who's first?" asked Carl, holding up the pass key to his room.
