Brint lay down roughly on top of his wife's nakedly exposed body, his lust-hardened cock nudging against the softness of her flat white belly, pushing into it so that she cried out in momentary pain.

"Brint… can't you be gentle… can't you?"

"You got to let me do it the way I got to do it!" Brint replied. He hated suggestions. Any indication that she wanted him to do something other than what he was doing made him feel insecure and angry. His voice was strained and heavy with desire for his voluptuous blonde wife who trembled beneath him, afraid now to get her hopes up about just what this sexual encounter would bring her in the way of actual pleasure.

Abruptly, Brint's hands found their way to her firm full breasts again, fondling and squeezing the ripely swelling mounds as he ground his tensed body nakedly against hers.

"Come on, baby… come on! Loosen up!" he breathed into his wife's parted lips. Then he stopped, disgusted by her lack of response. "Oh come on! Get up on your knees! Roll over!" he commanded in a harsh voice, his hands roughly turning Fran around as he knelt back on the bed behind her. The young husband lifted his wife's nakedly unresisting loins, positioning her on all fours and holding onto her shapely hips with a firm grasp so that the full tantalizing whiteness of Fran's smoothly rounded buttocks was placed temptingly up in the air.

The lovely blonde blushed fiercely, a mixture of anger and embarrassment taking hold of her as the desire she'd felt ebbed rapidly away. She felt like nothing so much as a huge life-sized doll, being manipulated into this lewd servile position! It was humiliating and awful and for a moment she recalled something her mother once told her: "Men… they're all animals… nothing but animals!"