Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction.  Still I feel it necessary to warn anyone reading this that this story contains themes of reluctance and humiliation that, in addition to my poorly-constructed and repetitive prose, may be off-putting to some readers.  

In addition to suggestions and questions, constructive criticism regarding how I may improve is appreciated and welcome.  If all you have to offer is something along the lines of, “This sucks” or “I am offended even though you already warned me about the content” then I invite you to write your own masterpiece and present it to me so that I and the rest of the world may learn from your genius and your impeccable morality. 

         

            Cynthia didn’t know what to do with her hands or where she should look while her husband undressed in front of her.  If she were to say that she wasn’t curious about what he looked like out of his suit, she would be lying, but she certainly didn’t want William to know that she so was curious! 

            William tossed his tie over the chair with his jacket and kicked his shoes and socks under it.  Then he started unbuttoning his white dress shirt.  Cynthia finally settled on clasping her hands together and resting them in front of her as she watched him in shy glances.  His wide, hairy, barrel chest came into view as parted the shirt.  It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen him shirtless before.  At the beach when he was no doubt getting a good look at her figure, she’d seem him, but again it was different this time.  She wasn’t just watching a fine looking man; she was looking at her husband—and it wasn’t just his chest she was going to be seeing. 

            He tossed the shirt over the chair and unbuckled his belt.  Cynthia tensed—her heart beat rapidly in her little chest.  She was no longer able to hide her interest.  Her eyes were locked on his hands as he unbuttoned his pants.  The zipper came down slowly.  She wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to see.  All she knew was that whatever it was, she wanted to see it!  The pants dropped revealing his checkered boxer shorts and toned hairy legs.  He stepped out of them and dropped the over the chair.  Her eyes widened as she noticed the bulge at the front of his shorts and her lips parted.  Seeing Cynthia’s fixation, William grinned at he paused for a moment to tease her before unceremoniously pulling down his shorts. 

            Cynthia involuntarily gasped as she saw William’s thick, long cock.  She stared for long seconds unsure of the feelings that seeing it was giving her.  Then she quickly covered her eyes and looked away with a shocked, “Oh!”  But it was too late for her to act so shocked and both of them knew it. 

    William could see her healthy curiosity and eagerness plainly.  He embraced her and cradled her cheek against his chest as he played with her hair.  His member hardened as it pressed against the top of her soft-skinned belly.  “It’s alright,” he whispered in her ear.  “It’s okay for me to look at you when I please.  It’s okay for you to look at me when I please.”

            “Really?”  She asked looking up at him and wiggling a bit against him. 

            He nodded and then bent down and kissed her as strong arms encircled her wispy frame and crushed her to him.  All the pent up feelings he’d been forced to repress during their courtship, the wedding, and finally throughout his wife’s first punishment suddenly surged to the surface all at once.  His lips moved rapidly against hers and forced her mouth to open as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. 

            Cynthia mewled a bit in shock, but did not fight him as his large hands roamed up her body to her pert breasts.  He squeezed them as if he were testing fruit for ripeness.  Cynthia pushed her little chest against his groping hands as her breasts swelled with desire.  It wasn’t enough just to surrender to him, she wanted to give herself to him as completely as she could.  His thumbs brushed her sensitive pink nipples making them harden and point as his tongue continued to explore and probe her warm mouth.  Cynthia found herself growing wet and slick as William’s hands and mouth continued to work.  A need developed—a terrible need that started in her belly and spread down to her moistening slit like a wildfire across untouched wilderness.  Cynthia went up on her toes and pressed her belly into William’s stiff manhood as the need between her legs only increased. 

            William, still kissing Cynthia’s soft lips and caressing her curves, maneuvered her to the bed.  Once there he tore back the blanket and the sheet and lay her down.  Panting and red faced, with her glistening treasure between her legs, and a hungry look in her eyes, his little wife was a world apart from where she’d been when they entered the room less than two hours before.  It was time to complete the transformation. 

            As William slid in bed next to her, Cynthia drew the sheets up to her breasts and pulled away, “Wait—I—I—”   She stammered breathlessly as she realized what was about to happen.  Everything was moving so quickly all of a sudden.

            William was long past being deterred by any lingering prudishness or his little wife’s feminine indecision.  Ripping the sheet away, he pulled her back to him.  Once he’d returned his bride back to the middle of the bed, he took one of the pillows from behind her head, pulled her up by one ankle and rudely shoved it under her butt.  Cynthia was visibly confused, but he couldn’t spare the time to explain himself as he spread her legs. Cynthia’s fragrance drifted up from her moist sex to William’s delight and to her shame. 

            Cynthia tried to close her legs, but William swatted her on her thigh making her yelp.  “Whenever I want and however I want…”  He reminded her.  Cynthia looked away.  Even in her heat, she was so embarrassed of him looking at her most private place like this.  Then she felt his thick fingers against her already slick, pink lips.  Her hips jumped to meet his touch quite independently of her will. 

            “Oh—oh my!”  She cried as she felt herself grinding awkwardly against him as he massaged her—still trying to find a rhythm as she lay back and closed her eyes.   

            Then, just as quickly as he had started, he pulled his hands away.  Cynthia’s eyes snapped open and she looked at him outrage.  How could he have stopped?

            William maneuvered himself between her legs.  He knew it was important to warm a virgin up thoroughly, and was pleased to see that she seemed to be ready.  The bulbous head of his cock touched her twitching entrance making him groan and Cynthia whimper.

            “This will be much better than that ole finger!”  He joked. 

            Her eyes were wide and pleading, “But I can’t—You’ll kill me with that—I—” She begged, now that she fully understood what was going to happen next.   

            William slid inside of her easily at first.  Despite her small size and virginal tightness, Cynthia was sopping wet, which aided the process.  Her tiny hands went to his hips as her face twisted in distress.

            “No!”  She cried out.  “You’re hurting me!  You’re hurting me!”

        William grabbed her delicate wrists and pinned her hands above her head.  Once she was subdued he continued to invade her even as she shook her head and cried for him to stop. 

            He shushed her, “Relax, Cyn.  I know it’s hard.  Relax.”    

            Cynthia was anything but relaxed as she thrashed about shaking her head as she cried.  She felt as if he was splitting her in half as he continued to slowly, but relentlessly enter her.  William paused when he pressed against Cynthia’s hymen.  He tightened his grip on her wrists and pressed his lips against her hers to silence her protests.  He pulled nearly all the way out of her and then drove back into her as hard as he could. 

            Cynthia screamed so loudly that surely half of Brentwood knew that William had just made her a woman at that moment.  Then William began to take her in earnest with a steady, rough rhythm.  Each thrust renewed his claim over her.  As he did, the need between her legs returned and she found herself bucking her hips back at him.  Despite the pain, her hungry little opening pleaded for more of him. 

            Finally, the two of them had found their rhythm.  Their hips moved in perfect unison to the sound of his grunts and her squeals.  Finally, William let out a low groaned as he buried himself inside of his wife to the hilt and filled her with his seed.  Cynthia felt the hot, sticky rush inside of her as she cried out in response.   

            Moments later they lay together in the dark.  William cradled Cynthia against him with her head on his chest.  She was his now, he thought sleepily as he stroked her arm his thumb.  Cynthia was just as contented.  The rise and fall of his chest calmed her.  She was his now, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.