I opened my eyes, seeing that Stacie was already up and out of bed. I sighed, married to her, yet another night of no sex. How long had it been, 3 weeks, maybe 4, and still nothing. And even when Stacie let me in, it had to be lights out, totally dark before she'd even agree. Once the lights were out, she'd slide into bed, pulling her long flannel nightgown up just high enough to expose her pussy.
I wasn't even able to enjoy the sight of her stripping naked, or watch her naked body in the heat of passion as I fucked her. Nothing but missionary position, no kissing, no passion, she was just a living masturbation sleeve to shove my cock into. I always had to lube up, she insisted that I was too big for her, 7 inches is too big? Once I'd blown my load into her stiff, resisting body, she'd dash to the bathroom, and douche out everything I'd pumped into her. When she came back to bed, the long nightgown covering everything up, she'd slide into bed next to me, but not so our bodies were in any contact. We had a king-size bed, so there was always enough space between us so that our bodies would not touch during the night.
I had been lucky enough to see Stacie naked just once, on our wedding night. She had gone into the bathroom to prepare herself for my rock-hard cock. In this day and age, she had made me wait, she thought her saintly virginity was some kind of precious gift, that she wanted to present to me on our wedding night. I heard the shower come on, and I crept over and eased open the bathroom door. I could see her nudity, holy fuck, she looked like something out of Playboy magazine's Hottest of the Hot. Her tits were big and round, nipples perfectly centered, oh yeah, I could play with those hefty milk jugs all day, and not get tired of it. Her body curved downward, her waist nipped in, and her stomach was lean, making her jugs look even larger.
The hips had once hell of a curve, and thanks to the clear glass of the shower door, I could see a neatly trimmed nest of pubic hair, as blonde as the hair on her head. I watched, drinking my fill as she turned this way and that, oh fuck, her ass was perfect, the graceful curves of her moons, perky and smooth. I wanted to lick her tight ass hole, finger her and perhaps she'd be adventurous enough to let me take her back door. I imagined her sky blue eyes getting stormy with lust, the bliss playing across her face, her cries and moans of orgasmic delight as I exploded inside her. Oh man, my cock was aching, and I settled myself into bed, my cock making a noticeable tent pitch.
When Stacie came out of the bathroom, I looked and did a double-take. She was wearing a floor-length nightgown, some non-sexual, flannel thing that covered her from neck to ankle. My fantasy that she would prance out of the bathroom, wearing some sheer, white teddy, or a see-thru baby doll, or a lace garter belt and stockings, vanished. The look on her face made it clear that she was not as ready for it as I was. She went over to the light switch, and the room became dark, so dark I couldn't see shit. l heard a rustle as she took off the nightgown, and she slipped into bed with me. Even on our wedding night, I was not allowed to see her naked, it was damn lucky that I had spied on her in the shower. I pulled her into my arms, feeling the stiffness of her body. I tried to kiss her, tried to give her foreplay, to get her warmed up, but she was having none of it.
She pressed a tube in my hand, and said, "Lube your thing up, then shove it in me, and fuck me until you get it off."
I almost said no fucking way, but using the sight of her nudity that I had been able to see, and my horny mind, gave me a hard-on that demanded release. I quickly lubed up, and almost had to pry her legs apart. My fingers found her opening, she was dry, and I tried to get her stirred up using my fingers, but she pushed them away.
"Just shove it in, and fuck away that hard-on."
That made me angry, the idea that I was just supposed to use Stacie like some living masturbation aid, and I notched against her, grabbing her legs. I hoisted them over my shoulders, and I pushed, hard. Her shriek filled the room as I powered into her saintly cunt, impaling her, ripping through, and totally shredding her hymen. The feel of her tight virginity around my cock, and the slight loosening up as I blasted apart her cherry fired me up.
With my lust roaring and demanding, I kept her legs over my shoulders, grabbed her hips, and held her pelvis up to mine as I drove in deep to complete her deflowering. Lara let out another shriek as my cock surged in, right to the balls, penetrating her completely. I pulled back and rammed in again, bottoming out, accompanied by another shriek, the anger whipping my lust along.
I filled my mind with the images of her body, and what I'd like to do so that both of us would enjoy it. I felt no response, she just gripped the sheets tightly and let me ram her, letting out pained cries, grunts, and moans of displeasure, and I filled my mind with the idea of her presenting her body to me, her imagined voice a sexy purr, changing over to cries of orgasmic joy as her pussy tightened around my cock.
The cries and sounds of displeasure were easy enough to imagine they were her sounds of pleasure, and I felt my cock jerk, swelling up with the urgency of my cum at the boiling point, stretching her open a bit more. My cock was steel hard, at full extension, rubbing against her cervix, and I felt the cum streaking up my shaft, and with growls and cries of orgasmic pleasure, I erupted. I could feel the hot rush of my cum spraying deep, hosing down the tight clench of her cunt, as I deposited the pent-up load that my cock had been aching to unload. I slowly, deeply pumped my cock into her until I was finished, letting the tight, unexcited grip of her pussy take every drop.
I had barely pulled out and let her up before Stacie dashed off to the bathroom, grabbing up her nightgown, so she could douche out all the hot cum I had sprayed into her.