CANTO 1

Count Pedro Francisco Perez Obrador

Thought himself a conquistador.

With lands and castles and an ancient title,

He had exalted status that few could rival.

He had no time for himself, he was always harried.

So his family contrived to get him married.

The tabloids blared: ‘Statesman lusts for life,

And for Maria Teresa, his lovely young wife’.

Over twenty years junior, she brought youth to his side.

She had the qualities they wanted in an Obrador bride,

A virgin from a convent, untouched by a man.

A dark-haired beauty from an illustrious clan.

At the wedding she was a radiant sight.

A gorgeous teenager in virginal white.

The women envied her looks, said her gown was too tight.

While all the men wanted to fuck her all night.

For the count, their honeymoon was a dream come true.

He kept her in bed to repeatedly screw.

He fucked her with all his might and main.

She bled the first night, but she didn’t complain.

She was his prize, he just wanted to rut,

So she kept the lights out and her eyes tight shut.

In bed on her back, she tried to be bred,

But never came once in her marital bed.

Her friends spoke of sex, vaginal, anal, oral.

But to Maria Teresa, it sounded immoral.

When they asked her, she said, “To his cock I’m immune.

He enters me, groans and is done quite soon.”

“I’d love,” said her friend, “to knead your firm breasts.

Suck your clit till you cum, ignore your protests.

Your body’s perfection, it’s lesbian charms,

Your monstrous husband punishes and harms.”

Sex with her husband gave her no enjoyment.

An innocent, she knew not how to fake excitement.

Frustrated with her apathy and reserve,

He tied her down, spanked her, said “It’s what you deserve”.

“You’re frigid,” he said, “your bed is my bane.

If I didn’t need offspring, I’d never fuck you again.

I’ll leave you now; think of ways to atone.”

And she sobbed till the morning, desolate and alone.

But she was loyal girl, wouldn’t stain his reputation,

Though his harsh treatment put her in a grim situation.

When he returned the next day to fuck her rough,

She told him, “I can take it, I’m made of stern stuff.”

“There’s no man alive, that I respect more,

Than Don Pedro Francisco Perez Obrador.

You can fuck me unloving, I’ll take your abuse,

As your wife, it’s my duty a son to produce.”

Each month disappointed by her menstrual blood.

The count fucked her rougher, to feel like a stud.

But their childless state made him feel like a fool.

For many young bucks called him mule.

“He fucks her nightly,” one said, “it’s a marriage vow,

With MY cock in her pussy, she’d be pregnant by now!

Just her walk makes you hard, she’s the stuff of wet dreams,

If I fucked her, the bedroom would be filled with her screams!”

The embittered count said, “I inject you with semen.

Pregnancy is the goal of every sex session.

A year of fucking, your belly’s still flat.

You knew you are barren, you should have told me that.”

He took it for granted that the fault lay with her.

When he accused her in public, she did not differ.

But a doctor she’d seen was surprised by her state.

“You’re very fertile! You just need the right mate.”

CANTO 2

Maria Teresa Perez Obrador

Had never cheated on her husband before.

The raven-haired countess thought Jack was a boor.

But when he forced her and fucked her, she cried out, “More, more!”

“My husband,” she said, “is a man to admire,

But in bed in his arms, I feel no desire.

He cannot excite me, hard though he tries,

When he asks me, ‘How was it?’, I respond with lies.

“Jack is crude, his manners disgust.

My feelings for him are nothing but lust.

Just the thought of his cock and I perspire,

For when Jack fucks my brains out, I’m hot, I’m on fire!

“The first time he fucked me, his rod felt like steel.

I twisted and wriggled, I writhed like an eel.

My panties ripped off, my skirt round my waist,

‘I’m a married!’ I wailed, ‘I’ve always been chaste!’

“But my thighs gripped his middle, urged him to aggress.

I said ‘No, no, no, sir,’ but my body said, ‘Yes.’

Panting and puffing and covered with sweat,

My tight pussy gripped him, warm and wet.

“Higher I rose and crested the peak,

Dizzy and giddy, I came with a shriek.

In the afterglow my cumming created,

He was still deep inside me, why wasn’t he sated?

“‘You’re still so hard, your big cock still pulses,

Why haven’t you let loose your carnal impulses?’

‘I’ll fuck you,’ he said, ‘till you faint from the strain,

And show you how to draw pleasure from pain.’

“His cock like a piston, he was as good as his word.

The time ‘tween orgasms was increasingly blurred.

Just when I was about to pass out,

He spurted inside me, gout after gout.

“He’d laid waste to my prudish defenses,

I just lay beneath him, regaining my senses.

In a voice, oh, so gentle, he called me his whore,

I was sore and exhausted, but I said, ‘Encore!’

“‘You’re my beauty,’ he said, ‘a goddess of love,

With a pussy that sheathes my cock like a glove.

Your firm, rounded breasts crowned by nipples so red,

Will grow fuller and plumper in the months ahead.

“‘For I’ve bred you, my lovely, you’ll bear my child.

With my sperm deep inside you, your marriage defiled.

You’ll hate me and loathe me, I’m rotten to the core,

But you’ll always want me to fuck you some more.’

“I was impregnated, Jack’s instincts were right,

My cuckolded husband was filled with delight.

He’d longed for progeny and thought himself blessed,

To have an heir to the family crest.

“‘I’ll be cautious,’ said my husband, ‘when we’re in bed,

In your delicate condition, there’s so much to dread’.

But pregnancy whipped up my sex appetite.

While my husband scarce touched me, Jack fucked me all night.

“My son was born with black hair and blue eyes,

My husband saw evidence of family ties.

‘An Obrador,’ he said, ‘it’s easy to see’,

But Jack and I knew his true paternity.”

Maria Teresa Perez Obrador

Had never cheated on her husband before.

She was a frigid Doña from Castilian Spain,

Till Jack made her cum again and again.