"… uuugggghhhhhhnnnn…"
Another painful inch.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh… uuummmppphhhh…"
And then, he was in!
"Oh God, you're too big!" Betty gasped, hardly able to breathe. She felt completely stuffed with her husband's big, thick cock, and it seemed to be expanding inside her with every passing second. She was sure it would explode from the tight restricting pressure of her still-resisting cuntal channel.
Doug held it there for a moment, and then, slowly began to withdraw. Her smooth inner membrane was dry and unyielding and pulled out painfully as he exited, and when just the burgeoning head was still tightly imbedded in the squirming orifice, he plunged forward again, ramming it in with full force. He ignored the feeble resistance and sunk his pounding cock right to the hilt in her helpless little belly.
Without waiting, he began to establish a rhythmic sawing in and out, holding his wife firmly by the hips. He drove into her with deep hard strokes, hitting bottom each time, his heavy, churning balls slapping lewdly against the upraised crevice of her softly rounded backside, and then withdrawing smoothly until just the hard rubbery head was still buried between her splayed thighs.
Her eager, grasping pussy finally began to lubricate, allowing his pistoning cock to slip in and out with greater ease. As she became more accustomed to his enormous girth, her hips took on a gentle undulation of their own as they began to respond to the familiar movement. She began to grind her buttocks down into the floor, flexing her tingling cunt upward to receive her husband's instroke. Her full, voluptuous breasts were quivering, the nipples hard and erect. Her head was thrown back wantonly, her flame-colored hair framing her lust-wreathed face like a blazing halo. Her arms reached up and wrapped themselves around his neck, and she bucked against him with increasing rhythm, matching her thrashing with his frantic pounding.
"Ooooohhhhh… Oh God yessss…" she gasped through desire-clenched teeth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, wearing away the grittiness of any resistance she might have left to her husband's fucking.
Doug was in seventh heaven. This was beyond his wildest dreams. Betty was responding to him in a way he had never imagined possible. But he had often daydreamed about something like this happening, but had never thought that it would be anything but a dream. And now… he could hardly believe that the beautiful, sensually aroused woman, flailing and twisting around wantonly beneath him, was his wife! His prudish, frigid wife! Well, that Betty was gone, that was obvious. She was truly liberated, just like she said, and she had made him the happiest man in the world. After this, he would never need another Selma again – Betty was definitely enough for him!
Betty was carried away into a world of her own. Her body was afire with pleasurable sensations, and her brain was alight with joy. She was fucking Doug, and for the very first time in her life, deriving full, total enjoyment from it. It was fabulous! Far, far better than she had ever imagined, and much better than with Harvey. Now that the shame and fear of the confrontation had passed away, Betty was glad that it had happened. Otherwise, things might have gone on the way they were going indefinitely, and their marriage might have been irretrievably wrecked. But thank goodness, things had come to a head and now she and Doug were free to enjoy each other to the fun.
Engrossed in her thoughts, and riding the crest of her mounting pleasure, Betty failed to notice that there was a new movement on the floor beside her. She gasped in surprise when she felt an alien hand on her hip, and wondered with a pang of panic who it could be. She realized then that the sounds from the bed had ceased and knew that they must have climaxed. But who was crouched beside her now? She could hear the heavy breathing, and had a moment of fear. Was it Selma, come to separate her from her husband? Then, just when she was about to make an effort to discover who had joined them, a voice whispered in her ear.
"Betty! Betty! It's me, Harvey!"
Harvey! Oh God, what was he doing here?
His hands were racing over her body, trailing over her hips, pulling and kneading at her buttocks.
"Roll over, honey, don't forget Harvey!" he leered, his voice rasping, and Betty froze with fear. What did he mean? What would Doug say? Before she had time to think any further, she found herself being shifted, pulled over sideways, and then she found herself astride her husband, his charging cock still pile-driving into the darkness of her hungrily receptive cunt.
Betty still couldn't figure what was going on. Harvey was still stroking and caressing her, but Doug didn't seem to mind. Now his hands were fondling the flaccid half-moons of her ass, straining the soft pliant mounds apart, pressuring the crevice of her backside almost beyond belief. She didn't know what to think. What was Harvey doing? Why didn't he leave her alone with her husband? And then she drew in her breath with a sobbing gasp when she felt the illicit probing of his finger at her secret anus.
"Aaarrrrrgggghhhhh…" she cried out with sudden vehemence when with brutal strength, Harvey rammed his middle finger forward and inserted the tip into the tightly clenched sphincter. Oblivious to her pain, he continued to burrow it into the rubbery giving passage, forcing it in to the first knuckle. Tears of agony started to Betty's eyes and desperately she tried to wriggle her cruelly sundered ass to dislodge the unwanted intruder but her frantic movements only seemed to encourage the penetrating digit to enter further. For a few second more, Harvey rotated it inside the clinging sheath and then mercifully withdrew it, leaving Betty consumed with relief.
But her relief quickly turned to dread when once more she felt him pulling apart the soft flaccid mounds, his fingers like pinpricks of steel needles in the tender flesh.
"Spread that little ass of yours, baby," he leered lasciviously, "Harvey's comin' right in!"
Oh my God no! Betty thought desperately as he heard his salacious words, and then she felt the insidious nudging of his already fully erect cock against the tiny rubbery opening. Oh God, he couldn't! He just couldn't! she sobbed frantically in silence, trying to pull back from the hard probing.
But she was held immobile by her husband's fucking in front and by Harvey's cruel grip in back. She was powerless.
She closed her eyes in agony as the pressure on her cringing little rectum grew more intense, and then…
"Oh God stop… you're killing me…" she sobbed wildly as all thought was blanked out by the searing sheet of pain which enveloped her. For a moment, she was aware of nothing but that incredible agony and then when it cleared a little, she realized that Harvey had penetrated her anus with his huge penis.
"Oh please stop, Harvey," she pleaded again, "you're splitting me in two!"
But Harvey continued to force hi lust-swollen cock into the futilely resisting rectal passage, splitting the sensitively squirming flesh unbearably, straining the tight little anus beyond belief. The sight of her helplessly pinned body, impaled like a fluttering butterfly at the end of his brutalizing cock, gave Harvey an added impetus of sadistic satisfaction and he surged forward until he had sunk it to the hilt in her tortured back passage. He held it there, tightly encased by her inner membrane, and flexed it slightly, adding to the shivers of pain already clutching at her tormented body. Then he began to withdraw, finding the return journey less arduous as her sorely tried anus began to secrete a slight lubrication.
He began a slow, rhythmic fucking in and out of her gradually loosening rectum, and at last began to fuck in to her in time with her husband's instrokes below. The two driving cocks slammed as one into her twin passages, brushing enticingly against each other through the thin dividing membrane, and as the terrible pain cleared, Betty realized that something else was taking the place of that all pervading sensation.