"What are you doing?" Becky Miles squealed.
Her husband, Jim, swerved the car to a stop alongside the dusty dirt road and scooted across the front seat to her. His hands seemed to be everywhere, grabbing her tits through her soft blouse and squeezing deeply into the flesh of her ass. One hand shoved roughly between her thighs and cupped her pussy through the tight, crotch-gripping yellow shorts.
"Stop it!" she screamed frantically. Becky glanced desperately around outside the car hoping that no one had seen what Jim was doing. He was acting like a perverted sex maniac, she thought right there in the bright light of afternoon. She didn't mind fucking — not much, anyway — as long as it was done in the comfort of her own bed with all the lights turned off. She couldn't believe Jim would try something like that in the daytime on a public road, even if no one seemed to be about.
"Jim!" she shrieked.
One of his hands pulled the crotch of her shorts to the side and his fingers began pawing through her cunt hair. He was groping for her pussy hole and that sent a chill down Becky's spine. She didn't like to be touched there at all, particularly when he was being so rough. She couldn't imagine what had come over him just when they were on their way to spend a couple of weeks at a cabin.
"Goddamn it, Becky!" Jim snarled at her as his fingers bit sharply into her tit. "Why don't you just relax and enjoy sex like you're supposed to for a change?"
"You're being too rough," she insisted, pushing his hands away from her pussy and tits. "You know I don't like that."
"I'm a fucking man!" he hissed back at her, his hands now tightly grasping the padded dashboard. "Sometimes a man wants to fuck like a Goddamn animal, and it's his wife's responsibility to join in!"
"Not this wife!" she said, laughing at him. "Especially not out here in the open. What if one of your friends and his wife drove by? Maybe nobody else uses this dusty old road, but from what you say at least two more couples will be along. I'm not going to let them see me doing anything perverted like that."
"Maybe it would be better if you did," he said with a mysterious air, but Becky was too irritated to pay much attention to it. For almost a month now he had been talking that way when he tried to convince her to do something dirty. "At least, then I'd know you would fuck and suck with me without having to be taught a lesson."
"Jim," she said firmly. "Either let's drive on to meet your two friends and their wives at the cabin, or let's turn around right now and go home. I'm not going to sit out in the middle of the afternoon arguing about sex."
"You're absolutely right!" he growled. "We're not going to argue anymore. Instead, you're going to suck my cock right here in the front seat, then I'm going to fuck the shit out of you in the back!"
"No!" Becky cried.
Her husband launched himself at her, but she was pinned with her back against the inside of the door of the car. Large, rough hands grappled at her tits, squeezing them though the thin cloth of her pullover blouse. She had thought about wearing a bra but decided it wouldn't matter on the drive to the cabin, but now she was sorry for the lapse. It left her tits incredibly vulnerable and she winced from the intense pain. Never would she have believed her meek husband would have attacked her, even if she had taunted him with the impressions of nipples in the cloth.
Suddenly her blouse was pulled upward, snarling her head and her arms. The material blocked her own eyes, but she knew that her full, heavy tits were now in plain sight. Her nipples seemed to burn with the blood of her embarrassment even though it was only her husband who was feasting his eyes. Then, unexpectedly, the whole left side of her chest exploded in pain, accompanied by the loud smack of his open palm across the quivering mound of her tit.
"Don't!" Becky screamed, struggling with the blouse that trapped her arms alongside her head. She cried out again a Jim's open hand pounded her right tit, bruising it with a brutal blow. Desperately, she fought her arms free of the blouse and tossed it into the back seat. Jim's eyes were wild with fire as he stared directly at her tits.
Becky glanced down. The outer sides of both tits were scarlet with the imprints of the slaps. Her tits had always been full and firm. She was amazed to see crimson handprints etched into the flesh of her tits. Her nipples stood stiff, as if the blows had made them react. Surrounding her tit-nubs were halos, almost the size of silver dollars and barely a darker pink than the surrounding skin of her tit.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. "You've never hit me before."
"There's a whole fucking world of things I haven't had the pleasure of doing in the year we've been married," he snarled. "So the first thing I'm going to do is to strip your ass naked, then I'm going to ram my cock into your mouth. This time you're going to give me a blow job no matter how much you sputter and complain. You give me any shit about it and your tits aren't the only things that'll feel my fists!"
Becky couldn't believe it. She had always been able to control Jim. Even before they had been married when she had insisted that he not touch her pussy or tits, he had given into her demands. Although he could be aggressive in his dealings with other people, she had been able to keep the reins tight during the year of their marriage. Sure, she had to let him fuck her sometimes, whether she enjoyed it or not, but only in the darkness of their bedroom with him being careful and easy on top.
And now he was acting like a savage animal with rape lust in his mind. Already he had stripped her bare to the waist and he was threatening to tear off her shorts. Her tits burned where he had slapped them as they bounced naked on her chest.
Jim's face was in a rage as he reached for her shoulders, rough fingertips biting into the bare flesh near her neck as he forced her face down toward the seat of the car and his lap.
A chill of fear cut through Becky as she watched the crude denim of his jeans rush toward her and she was frightened that he would try to fuck her face then and there. But, instead, his hands pawed down her back for the waistband of her shorts. Before Becky was even sure what was going on, he had the shorts undone and forced almost to her knees. Now her ass and her tight, little pussy were protected only by the flimsy rayon of her panties.
"Don't!" she cried. Her shorts were jerked from her legs, sending pain shooting through her right knee, then hands jammed into her panties. Fingernails scratched over the tender flesh of her ass cheeks, then the material began to tear. The waistband cut into her skin before giving way, ripping from her flesh. In only a few seconds, her husband had stripped her naked in the front seat of the car.
Large hands lifted her and slammed her against the inside of the door of the car. Her back struck the door handle and sent a rocket of pain clear to her shoulders and hips. Her legs splayed open, revealing the thick patch of fiery red cunt hair that luxuriously adorned her pussy. Jim glared down at her crotch.
Her fiery cunt hair matched the flame of red hair on her head. Only a year out of high school, his wife was fully developed, but retained the tight skin and firm flesh of a nubile young girl. Her hazel eyes were flecked with emerald. Her lips were full and sensuous, usually glistening as if she had just licked them, and he knew it was a mouth that was just built for a throbbing cock.
Her tits were full melons. At the base of her belly, pink skin sprouted a red forest of curly cunt hair with pussy lips that peeked through. It was the first time he had seen her cunt up close in the light and he wanted to dive at her pussy and tear into it with his teeth.
But first, before anything, he was going to fuck that pouting mouth of her face. His cock throbbed in his jeans at the thought of his prick glistening with her spit as it rammed in over her tongue.
Becky still couldn't believe what was happening to her. As she watched, her husband lifted his ass from the seat of the car and rammed his jeans to his knees. His undershorts went down with the denim, and his hard, throbbing cock jerked into sight. The pulsing knob at the end of his eight-inch cock shaft was purple with rage, and Becky saw it in her mind not as a prick, but a punishing club.
It was like her wildest, most frightening nightmare — a gigantic cock threatening her body. Her cries caught in her fear-tightened throat, and, between her legs, her cunt lips slickened with a sudden flood of hot moisture. In her mind she thought she was pissing on herself, but it was really pussy juices that had poured from her cunt hole.
"No, Jim!" she whined as her husband kicked his jeans and undershorts onto the floor mats of the car. Her eyes bulged at his leaping cock as her husband rose to his knees on the front seat of the car. He turned toward his frightened wife, pointing his evil-looking prick right at her face.
"Now you're going to suck cock, bitch!" he snarled. "I'm going to fuck your face until you can't even scream!"
Becky frantically glanced around the outside of the car. Before she had been afraid that someone might see, but now she was desperately searching for somebody to interrupt. But all she saw was the dusty road and the surrounding fields and trees.
She had never seen a cock so close before and she wanted to close her eyes to banish it from her sight. But the terrifying threat kept her gaze locked onto his prick as if it was a snake about to strike. Jim's throbbing cock shaft was unbelievably thick and looked as rigid as a steel bar. His bulging cockhead was swollen even larger, and had a mocking slit in its end. His piss-slit looked like an evil little eye, or perhaps a terrible mouth ready to spit in her face. Almost by instinct she knew it could pour out his piss and spurt out the sticky mess she had to wash out of her cunt when she was forced to let him fuck. Now he wanted to put his filthy cock into her mouth, and the thought was more than she could stand.
Becky struck out at his jerking cock, hitting her husband in the stomach instead. Her fist barely made an impression on the firm muscles of his guts, then his fist crashed into the side of her face. The blow cracked her head back against the closed window, sending pain and shooting lights into her mind. Becky gasped at the sudden agony, her mouth falling open in surprise.
He was on her before she realized what was happening. He jerked one of her legs, sliding her back down the door until her head was on the armrest. Then his knees slammed into her sides as he straddled her body and rammed his cock into her face. Becky's mouth was open and the thick head of his prick slipped between her lips. Hot flesh lay heavily on the front part of her tongue before she knew she had Jim's prick in her mouth.
"Noooo!" she sputtered. The thickness of his cock made her jaws ache and she suddenly started to gag. She tried to spit Jim's raping prick from her lips, but her husband leaned in with the weight of his body. Her teeth clamped onto his hot, throbbing prick and she started to bite down.
Suddenly, her whole scalp erupted in intense agony. Jim had wrapped his hands into her hair and jerked until her teeth left his prick.
"You bite me, you little bitch, and I'll beat you half to death!" he snarled.
Even through her fear of being face fucked, Becky could hear the truth in his words. She gasped, sucking his raping fucker deeper into her mouth until his cockhead bumped into the opening to her throat. Her whole mouth was filled with throbbing prick for the first time in her short, tender life.
"That's the way, cunt!" Jim growled at her. "That's exactly how a wife should suck her husband's cock!"
Tears rolled down Becky's cheeks. Everything in her young life had suddenly been turned upside-down and her panicked mind just didn't understand. Until just an hour ago, Becky had had her own existence under control, even the meek man with whom she reluctantly shared her life. Now he was like a beast that had broken free from its cage and was ravaging its obvious master. Jim was a man totally without restraint and Becky was paying the price.
Her mouth was awash with saliva. Her tongue felt Jim's male fuck-flesh grind past. His cock was made of two different textures, something she hadn't known before. His cockhead felt almost like a hot, rubber ball as it jammed in to the back of her tongue. The side of his cock shaft felt more normal.
There was actually little taste to his cock-pole, a fact that surprised Becky. She had expected a flavor heady sod heavy, but all she noticed was the slight flavor of salt. The smell of his crotch was a light musk, not as unpleasant as she had thought. But the whole idea of being fucked in the face was enough to wash away the commonplace in her mind. It might as well have been a horny stallion that had mounted her and forced a long prick into her mouth.
Her stomach churned at the monstrosity of it all, even though the physical part of it wasn't so bad. Becky was almost frightened to death of losing control, and Jim had ripped the control from her grasp. His body pinned her to the seat with the end of his cock rammed against the back of her mouth. She was vulnerable like she had never been before, and that Becky couldn't stand. But the weight and force of her violent husband left her no choice, and it ignited her panic.
She struggled beneath her husband's naked ass, his ass cheeks slamming against her tits each time he dragged his throbbing cock nearly out of her mouth. Before he had been satisfied merely to feel her mouth wrapped around his prick, but now he wanted to actually fuck her face with long, deep strokes.
"Mmmph!" Becky moaned. She tried to scream as she felt Jim's bulging cockhead poised right inside her lips.
Suddenly, the end of his prick crashed like a hammerhead all the way in. His swollen cock knob slammed against the back of her mouth, bruising her tender flesh. Her breath was blocked, and she had to suck air wetly through her nose. Saliva poured out of the corners of her lips as her mouth was filled with cock.
Jim was using her face just like her crotch and her mouth like another cunt. Never had he fucked her so violently, even in her pussy, and Becky was afraid she would be hurt. His fuck strokes now rammed his throbbing prick shaft hard across her tongue.
Becky tried to swallow. The effort closed her cheeks and the roof of her mouth down around Jim's pumping cock. Her husband groaned when he felt the new pressure and he arched his body to throw his hips forward. The new force slammed his prickhead against the opening to her throat and, for a second, Becky feared his monstrous fuck-shaft would ram clear into her neck. Then the pressure was gone as his cock pulled back, only to drive fiercely back inside.
"Argh! Argh! Argh!" the frightened, young girl groaned each time Jim's raping cockhead battered the back of her mouth.
Becky's jaws ached from being forced wide enough to make room in her mouth for Jim's prick. Her saliva poured from the corners of her lips to flow down her chin and drip onto her tits. A faint, sweet taste spread over her tongue as the end of Jim's mouthfucking cock began to drip pre-cum. The heavy balls that slapped at her chin began to feel as hard as rocks. Above her, her lust-crazed husband was beginning to pant as he drove his prick into her face.
"Goddamn that's good!" he hissed. "Screwing your mouth is almost as good as fucking tight pussy! I don't know why I've waited so long to ram my prick into your jaws!"
Becky whimpered. The thick shaft of his cock seemed to grow even thicker. His prickhead bulged in the back of her mouth so big it was like trying to swallow a large apple. Even her teeth had begun to hurt from the violent pounding. She didn't know whether she would ever be able to close her mouth again, or whether her jaws had been forced out of joint.
"Please," she begged, but it came out more like a gargle. There was no way she could make an intelligible sound with so much prick in her mouth.
Suddenly, the size of Jim's face fucking prick seemed to double.
Becky's sweating, naked body tensed beneath the ass of her husband as if she knew what was to come. But, if she had, she was still surprised when a scalding wad of sticky liquid spurt hard against the back of her mouth. She gagged, then gulped, trying to clear her throat, but another gush of cum flowed in.
The first glob slid down her throat to her stomach as she fought desperately to swallow the second. Becky felt as if she was about to be drowned by her husband's erupting cock. Frothy cum bubbled into her nose and leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Before his probing prick was through, it felt to Becky as if she had swallowed a gallon of slippery, slimy cum.