"Tell me, Becky. Tell me you want me to fuck you," he prodded.

Becky could not answer. She rolled her head away so that she wouldn't have to look at his snickering face, and she whimpered in resignation knowing that he had her completely in his power. As awful as it seemed, there was nothing she could do but submit to him, even though he was acting in this utterly depraved fashion.

His hands coursed up her widespread thighs and rested just below her fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began stroking her moist trembling vaginal flesh. The terror-stricken young bride shuddered at his touch and tensed, but he continued circling his fingers over the glistening folds of her helpless pussy. After a moment, he used his thumbs and extended his middle finger to spread her cringing cunt lips apart and expose the little bud of her clitoris, bringing the tiny pleasure center to an involuntary erection.

Becky forced herself to remain motionless and silent, knowing that she was his wife now and she had to accept his male demands. If she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, it would be foolish for her to struggle any more. Jack almost seemed to enjoy prolonging the painful process as long as he could!

"Look," he rasped hoarsely. "You just have to relax. You're going to enjoy this more than you think!"

His fingers continued their maddening assault, probing at her warmly opening cuntal flanges while he slid his other hand down between her soft resilient ass-cheeks to nudge into the deep narrow crevice. She tried to stifle a throaty mewl as her tingling pussy mound mindlessly rose up toward his caressing fingers, releasing a score of lewd sensations that spread out from her trembling vaginal area.

"No… please, just stop for a minute!" she cried out.