Her wantonly aroused body began to heave up against his thrusting tongue and her hands curled into his hair with a long, soul-stirring moan. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband and Marian McHenry; everything was forgotten but the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pin-pricks of fire.
George sensed her complete surrender to her body and with a sadistic grin, he suddenly forced his head out of the desperate grip of her hands and stood up on the floor beside the bed. Lynn blinked dazedly up at him, vaguely wondering why the delicious sucking of her vagina had abruptly stopped and unconsciously squirmed her hips up into the air as if someone would magically appear to quench the raw, secret fire that was raging within her heaving, hungry loins. Then, suddenly, she realized that he was stripping off his clothes. It seemed to take but a second before he was standing in front of her, completely naked, his thick, pulsing penis jutting out like a tree trunk from between his legs.
Gasping, she stared openly at the heavily-veined shaft rising with the ominous aspect of a totem pole from beneath the man's fleshy belly. Her senses were now so inflamed that she could barely focus her eyes but the throbbing organ seemed to be at least twice as large as her husband's, the broad hard head flexing and spreading as she watched. She cringed inwardly, thinking that no woman could possibly take something that monstrous in her body… She would be impaled all the way up to her breasts, forever ruined for her husband or any other man again.
"Oh no, Mr. McHenry, we can't do this," she suddenly cried out, her eyes wide with fear. "I couldn't face Ed again… we-we were just going to sit here and talk!"
"That wasn't talking you were doing a few minutes ago, my dear," McHenry taunted her. "No, we have something much more enjoyable ahead of us. I've been looking forward to this ever since I first saw you at that cocktail party!"
"Then… then, I wasn't imagining it!" she thought aloud as the brutal realization that she had been led into this hit her with the impact of a cannon ball.
"No more than you're going to imagine my hard prick when I shove it up that sweet little pussy of yours," he said crudely, his lips curled back in a wicked sneer as he took the massive rod in both hands and waved it tauntingly at her.
Lynn lay frozen under the mockery of his obscene words. And yet their very lewdness excited her even more, until she couldn't understand her own reactions to what was happening. Her husband's boss' fervent licking and sucking of her vagina had turned her entire body into a tense bundle of raw nerve ends that she was powerless to control and she felt as though she would do almost anything to satisfy this insistent craving for release that she felt. Still, she could not bear the thought of another man touching her behind Ed's back and she numbly shook her head back and forth as George strode confidently toward the bed.
"Now, you haughty little bitch, I'm going to fuck you shitless," he breathed, panting hard at the sight of her voluptuous body lying aroused and helpless on the mattress before him.
He wasted no more words, but grasped her shoulders to move her into a better position. length-wise, on the bed, then used her firm, ripe young breasts for leverage as he pulled himself on top of her, his heavier weight along the length of her body squashing her down into the bedspread. Settling directly between her fearfully quivering thighs, he pried them wider apart with his own thighs as he pulled her tightly against him and dropped one hand down between them to take his long, lustfully throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the sparse blonde pubic hair and the wet, fleshy lips of her moistly quivering pussy. She turned her head to one side on the bed, closing her eyes and gasping as she felt the first hot startling contact against the waiting nerve ends of her openly glistening cunt. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, lying motionless in utter defeat beneath him, too afraid to move or even breathe.
"Aaaaah," she breathed as she felt the first cruel pressure of his huge rock-hard rod of flesh against the tender outer lips of her vagina.
"Oh, noooooooo!" she suddenly cried a moment later as the bulbous tip slipped mercilessly into her, brutally stretching the tiny, fleece-lined mouth until the lewdly spread young woman felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward force of his probing.
"George, please stop! You're hurting me, you're hurting me!"
She was almost screaming as she jerked open her eyes in agony and saw that he had not even heard her, but was lost in the sadistic delight of the slow, pitiless penetration of her cunt. Suddenly, as she watched, the grin on his face faded and his features twisted into a contorted expression of sheer animal lust as he looked down at the defenseless young wife of his employee lying spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his rampantly throbbing penis disappearing inch by inch into the soft blonde curling hair of her pussy. He fell forward then, his weight smashing her full rounded tits back against her heaving chest as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into her soft hot belly, the long, thick prick gliding into her cunt like a raging battering ram and pushing the soft delicate walls of her cunt in tiny rippling swells of vainly resisting flesh. There was no stopping him until, with a loud groan, his sperm-inflated balls smacked loudly against the upturned cheeks of her nakedly quivering buttocks.
It was too much! She had never been so utterly stuffed in her life, and his rock-hard, heavily-veined cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds. There was not one single tiny ridge of flesh on its surface that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft, sensitive flesh of her pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath like a sword planted cruelly in his victim's belly.
"How's that, my proud young Mrs. Waring?" he tormented above her as he felt her insides relaxing to receive him deep into her womb. She was whimpering and pleading desperately as he began to fuck ruthlessly into her, enjoying the knowledge that her aphrodisiac drugged body could not help but follow him and was already beginning to hump back in tiny spasmodic jerks in response to his own merciless thrusts between her hopelessly spread thighs.
Lynn groaned as if in agony, shocking even herself at her obscene need for him as she threw up her arms to wrap them tightly around McHenry's neck, pulling his hairy chest down into the soft whiteness of her beautiful white breasts. He plunged his long cock in and out, filling and emptying her, sinking his long slippery prick back and forth between her vaginal lips and on up to her cervix until he knew her last defenses were completely shattered and nothing could stop her desperate race for fulfillment now.
"Oh, God, oh yes, oh yesssss," she breathed without thought of shame, her entire being lost in the overpowering pleasure that had replaced the initial pain of his impalement of her. He slipped his hands down her sides and grasped the wildly pumping cheeks of her writhing ass, jerking them up off the mattress to gain better access to the moist wet hole of her cunt. Then, pressing further forward, he slid his palms down to her knees and forced her legs up off the bed and pushed them brutally back over her shoulders until her toes pressed painfully into the bed on either side of her head. Her tortured body was bent back double, jack-knifed, the stress on her strained muscles almost causing her to beg for mercy. The glistening, wet flattened plane of her naked loins was presented up to him to do with as he willed as he increased the power of his thrusts, driving in with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes, cramming the last inch of his cock into her with thundering lust, until fresh ecstatic moans fell from her lips, resounding through the bedroom like the cries of a wounded female deer. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back and fixed hypnotically on the ceiling above the rhythmically groaning bed.