Johnny didn’t hesitate. He got between her legs, spread them as wide as he could and placed his swollen cock head on her opening.
“Slow, down, Johnny,” she laughed. “We’ve got all night! Or longer, if we need it!”
Johnny, however, was insane with lust. He pushed inside her, oblivious to her cries of pain.
“Johnny, STOP! NO! It hurts! Go slow! PLEASE JOHNNY!” she cried, the pain of him breaking her hymen almost overwhelming.
Johnny grabbed her ass cheeks and, leveraging himself, pushed inside her as deep as he could go. His young wife’s tears and cries of pain didn’t register; he could think of nothing but his need to spew his seed inside her. He stroked in and out of her young, thrashing body, as hard and fast as he could.
“Johnny! You’re RAPING ME! Stop! Oh it hurts so badddddd!” she yelled, over and over, but then suddenly realized that he was still – and she could feel the pulses of his cock pumping his cum inside her.
Johnny stopped pounding his new bride, knowing that he was about to cum again. He stroked into her hard and sank as deeply into her as he could as torrents of his seed filled her pussy. Satisfied, he fell onto her nakedly splayed body and sighed, contentedly.
Amy was sobbing with pain and disappointment. How could he treat her this way if he really loved her? All she wanted was for him to get off of her. This had been a mistake. Maybe they should have had sex before marriage. She got her hands under his shoulders and pushed upward, “Get the fuck OFF OF ME!” she yelled in his ear.
Johnny rolled off of her. “Are you mad?” he whispered.
She turned to look at him, tears streaming down her face. “You just raped me, Johnny! It hurt!”
“Raped you? You’re my wife. You told me you wanted me inside you. I did what you asked…,” he replied, exasperated.
“Johnny! It hurt! Why did you keep going when I told you to slow down? I was a virgin, not a whore!”
“Everybody knows that the first time hurts the woman. That’s over now. It will be better from now on, right?” he asked, puzzled.
“Johnny, you can’t be this stupid. Did you not know that you have to be careful the first time? That there has to be a lot of foreplay and that you have to go slow to minimize the pain? I’m hurting! Can’t you tell?”
Johnny looked into his wife’s face and reached to wipe away her tears. “I blew it,” he said. “I’m a dumb ass, okay? You just turned me on so much that I didn’t think about being careful. I love you. I messed up. Can you forgive me?”
Amy sobbed. She looked down at his deflated, bloody cock. She saw a small bloody spot on the sheets between her legs. She moved into his arms and cried, her chest heaving with her sorrowful sobs. “I don’t know if I ever want to have sex again, Johnny. That was awful! I love you, but I can’t do that again. Ever.”
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The newlyweds spent days at the beach, took surfing lessons, attended a luau, watched Hula dancers and many other things during their stay in Hawaii. Sex, however, was a disaster.
Johnny was trying to take more time with her. He learned to suck her breasts until she was squirming beneath him, telling him how good it felt. She taught him about her anatomy and how to touch her pussy to give her maximum pleasure. He showed her how to play with his cock and she was eager to kiss it and put it in her mouth. All of these things, however, resulted in one of two outcomes. On several occasions he ejaculated during foreplay. When they did manage to have sex, he was too rough with her, and shot his load within a few seconds. He seemed to be unaware of his wife’s need to climax.
Amy never had an orgasm during the entire honeymoon. She actually looked forward to getting home and having some privacy so she could play with herself. Johnny was so sexually appealing to her, but she wasn’t about to beg him to give her an orgasm. He should know, she reasoned, that his sex partner needed release just as he did. She hoped, as time went on, that he would learn what she needed and give it to her. She loved him deeply; she didn’t want this to ruin her marriage and was determined that it wouldn’t.
When they got back home, living with Johnny’s parents, things didn’t get any better. Johnny often came while they were kissing and fondling and sometimes when he just gazed as his sexy young wife’s sexy body. He was very careful not to hurt her when he pushed himself inside her, but then couldn’t seem to control his pace and always came within a minute or so. Amy lay beneath him, feeling as if he was using her. Fortunately, it did feel good to her now, but she knew that he wasn’t going to give her an orgasm and soon just accepted that this was the way it was going to be.
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Johnny always got up early to go to work. Amy would get up and have breakfast with him, Johnny’s brother Justin, and her in-laws, then would either do house work or, sometimes, go back to bed. Her mother-in-law, Faye, was her husband’s office manager, so usually left for work when Johnny did. Sometimes they even rode together. Ed sometimes went in to work, but often stayed home to work on several painting and refurbishing projects around the house. Justin usually went into work with Johnny and his mother unless Ed asked him to stay home to help with the remodeling project.
Amy often noticed how Ed would walk up behind Faye, pat her on the bottom, kiss her neck, or whisper in her ear. Amy knew that Johnny loved her, but he rarely did such things. A couple of times she had been watching when Ed kissed Faye’s neck, causing her to smile from ear to ear. She even winked at Amy, as if to say, ‘It’s wonderful to have a husband that treats me like this!’ Amy thought that they probably had a great sex life and found herself envious of their relationship.
One morning, Johnny, Justin and Faye had all left for work. Amy was washing and putting away breakfast dishes while chatting with her father-in-law, Ed. He was very interesting to her, having a wealth of knowledge about a wide range of things. He had been a history major; he knew how to do all kinds of carpentry and masonry; he liked to talk about politics; he loved sports and had played college football; and he even knew a great deal about the Bible. Besides that, he was very handsome.
Ed had played tight end at Georgia Tech when he was in college. He was 6-5, weighed about 220 pounds, and kept himself in great shape. His hair was brown, and was beginning to go gray around the ears. This, to Amy, made him look distinguished.
“So, Dad… I just can’t get used to calling you that, Mr. Larson,” she giggled, nervously, “Is Georgia Tech going to be any good this year?” she asked. Ed had suggested that she call him ‘Dad’, but she wasn’t used to it, yet. She always called her own father, ‘Daddy’, so she had to be very careful not to call him the wrong name.
“Can’t ever tell. They lost some good players to graduation, but they have some pretty good recruits. I guess you’re rooting for Alabama, right?” he teased, knowing full well that Amy was not an Alabama fan.
She threw a dishrag at him and put her hands on her hips. “I’m for whomever plays Alabama, Mr. Larson… Dad! You know that.”
Ed rose from the table, finishing the last of his coffee. He walked over to the sink and kissed his daughter-in-law’s forehead. “I know, Amy. I like to tease you. I’m going to be painting today. If you need anything, just come and find me, okay?” This small act of intimacy gave Amy a thrill. Johnny rarely kissed her, except in bed, or when she initiated it. Ed was a big, handsome guy, and she liked him very much. It was very pleasant to have him kiss her forehead or pat her shoulder…small gestures of affection.
Amy smiled. “Would you think I was lazy if I went back to bed for a while?”
“Yes. Very lazy,” he smiled. “But it’s okay with me. Enjoy it while you can. When school starts, you’ll never get a good night’s sleep. Sweet dreams!” he laughed and turned to go out of the kitchen.
Amy had other ideas. She entered and closed the door to their “wing”, as they called it. She went into the bedroom and took all her clothes off, then donned a frumpy housecoat that buttoned at the front. She left it unbuttoned as she went into their TV room and sat down at a small desk where her laptop was already open. She clicked the screen to wake it up, ensured that the VPN was on, went to private browsing and started surfing her favorite porn sites. She wasn’t getting any relief in the bedroom, so she was eager to get herself off. She felt a little bad about it, because she was of the opinion that pornography gave an unrealistic expectation of sex, but she needed release; watching porn never failed to give her the orgasms that she needed.
She soon found a scene of a young couple, supposedly married. The man was very muscular and handsome and quite well hung, although she didn’t think he was really any bigger than Johnny. The girl was very shapely, had a beautiful face, and a shaved pussy – just like Amy had. The scene began with lots of kissing and then the man began to unclothe his “wife”, taking the time to kiss and suck her breasts, then kissing her tummy, before removing her panties and licking and sucking her pussy. Amy felt a pang of jealousy, wishing her own husband was as attentive. Johnny had never kissed or licked her pussy; Amy was very hesitant to tell him that was something she wanted to try.
The girl then started removing her “husband’s” clothing and was soon sucking his very stiff penis into her mouth, which he obviously loved. Amy loved doing this to Johnny, but he never failed to cum within a few seconds. She had no experience of taking it in her mouth, although she thought she could probably learn to like it, so she allowed his cum to spurt on his stomach and chest.
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