Fuck it, why not, he thought, why not go all the way!
Still holding her with one hand, he clawed at his pants and shorts until they were at his ankles. Then he kicked them off as Gloria twisted away from his rasp.
She spun on the bed facing him, kneeling with her arms crossed over her naked breasts, her long blonde hair hanging down like a halo at her shoulders.
Mike grinned at her fear. Suddenly he liked to see her cowering in fright before him, her thighs rigidly closed together, hiding her blonde pussy, her tits all bunched up like white straining balloons as she tried to hide them. He laughed as he saw her nipples pecking like two eyes over the edge of her protecting arms.
"Mike, you have to hear me! If you don't stop, I'm going to scream for help!"
"You see this?" he said, gripping his huge cock. "Well, tonight, honey, you're gonna get it all… and in every way."
Gloria gasped. His prick had never seemed so long and hard and thick before. Her fingers flew to her mouth as she saw the full immensity of his long hard prick throbbing so menacingly in front of her. Thick veins snaked along its heavy shaft, carrying even more hot blood to the lust-swollen head. His pulsating cockhead shone in the light with its huge swelling thickness. It hung away from his body and swung heavily toward her.
His large, sperm-bloated balls hung low as he stood in front of her. His muscles glistened with sex-sweat and booze. Abruptly, a shudder of admiration combined with fear went through her.
With a roar, Mike was over her, twisting her naked body and sending her sprawling backward on the bed. He fell on top of her with a crash.
With another roar, his brutal mouth was locking onto hers, crushing her full, sensuous lips, bruising them as he pound fiercely down and his tongue wormed its hot way into her mouth. She fought to catch her breath, thinking she would gag or suffocate. She kit his full weight and the long hot hardness of his cock against her belly.
Tears were in her eyes as he forced her long legs apart, bruising and pinching the sensitive silken flesh of her inner thighs. He forced her legs wider until the muscle cords stood out along her thighs.
Then she felt his cock, the throbbing head of it like some mammoth thing at the entrance to her pussy. The terrified young wife shut her eyes and tightly contacted her cuntal muscles in an effort to prevent penetration. Then the pressure at the tiny opening between her legs began, then became a searing firebrand of agony.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!"
Suddenly Mike's thick, mighty cockhead plowed forward, easily spreading her cuntlips. He lifted his torso and stared down between their nakedly intertwined bodies. His cock was poised, its sheath pulled back tight from the tip that was almost a deep red color from the blood that throbbed and pounded in it. He saw his lust-swollen cockhead almost completely covered by her hair-lined pussylips.
Her entire cuntal furrow was quivering as he thrust his lust-thickened prick forward. He saw her pussy lips part and fold inward under the force of his entry, revealing the tiny pink bud of her clitoris standing eject and throbbing in its own moist valley.
Again, he thrust his hips forward, and Gloria cried out in agony as his huge cock, like a thick telephone pole, disappeared into her stretched cuntal opening.
Mike's fucking was merciless and wild. His hands were all over her naked body as he pinched and massaged her breasts, leaving scratches on her stomach and bruises on her shoulders and tits. He was raping her, and she could do nothing to stop him.
Each savage thrust was hurting the ravished blonde wife now, jolting her naked young body as he pounded his massive hardness home, its head banging up against the tip of her cervix. He was fucking her so hard that the force of his thrusts was shoving her across the bed. Her head was thumping painfully up against the headboard.
Gloria never stopped struggling or pleading, but her protests were as futile as her efforts to escape. He was fucking into her as hard and as violently as he could now, with his claw-like fingers digging savagely into her soft white buttocks.
"Fuck me back, damn you!" he bellowed. "Fuck me back!"
"No! No, I won't!" she spat back at him. "Never!"
Mike didn't want to come. He wanted to fuck her pussy raw. But he could feel a slow, aching pressure deep within his cum-filled balls. He gripped her frantically squirming ass-cheeks and squeezed with a crushing strength, feeling her quiver from head to toe in protest as great gasps of passion began spewing from his throat.
"Oh, fuck… oh, oh!" he gasped and groaned, and increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked against her wetly trembling cunt. His long thick cock rammed far up into the hidden recesses of her belly.
When he was ready to come he put his hands behind her knees and shoved her widespread thighs up over her shoulders until her knees were on each side of her head and her tight little pussy defenselessly exposed to his turgid meat.
A moment later, he pound his lust-hardened prick as far into her open cunt as he could go. His hands again clasped her squirming buttocks in a death grip, the ache in his bloated balls becoming unbearable.
Now… he knew the moment was now.
He gasped into the warm moistness of her mouth, felt the wild bursting of his prick and then, with a deep soul-shattering grunt that went on and on, his white hot cum exploded deep inside her belly, spewing its liquid heat deep into the rippling depths of her tight little cunt.
He had barely finished his come when he rolled away from her and off the bed. At the bathroom door he stopped and turned. "You know what you need?"
She stared at him in stony silence.
"What you need are a lot of cocks, all at once, so you'll know how good the one you've got is."
CHAPTER FOUR
Jo Ann Henderson guessed that it would be a mistake to go out with Phil. Now, grappling with him in the front seat of his car, she knew it was. To make matters worse, the car was parked in her very own driveway.
What if her eighteen-year-old son, Paul, were looking out the upstairs window and saw this casual date pawing his mother's breasts? What would the boy think?
"Phil, please don't!"
"C'mon, honey. We been out together three times now. Don't ya think it's time we made it?"
"No, I don't," the beautiful raven-haired woman replied.
"Shit, Jo Ann, you're a woman… thirty-five yearn old! Don't tell me you don't want a little cock now and then!" He moved his hand back to her breast and, for the moment, she left it there.
Yes, it was true. She did want some cock. But not in the front seat of a car, and not with a man who was almost a stranger. Jo Ann was a woman who needed a lot of sex, all right, but on her terms. She had gone the other way during a ten-year marriage to Paul's father, Jack. Since their divorce, she had gone through a few unsatisfying affairs and she didn't want to start another one with Phil.
Just then the man beside her jammed his hand up under her skirt. The movement was so fast Jo Ann couldn't stop his hand from probing between her thighs until his fingertips had reached her wet, nylon-covered cuntlips.
"Dammit, Phil, I said no!" She squirmed around in the seat but couldn't stop an involuntary shudder of desire as one of his fingers slipped into her pussy, carrying the material of her panties along with it.
"C'mon, honey, I know you want tote fucked. Jesus, you're shakin' like a leaf and your pussy's wetter than hell!"
"Leave me alone!" Jo Ann spat at him, clawing at his face.
"The hell I will! I'm gonna get me a little tonight, even if I have to rape your ass!"
That did it. Visions of the last night with her husband danced through Jo Ann's head. She wasn't about, to let this stranger violate her own body as her husband had years before.