Sliding down in the bed and moving his upper torso away from his wife's back, the young husband soon had himself placed in a better position to entry and thrust up a little, sensing his trembling cock-head catch again at the very entrance to her beckoning vagina, but not go in. Rather, it skidded away to jab roughly at Angela's tiny throbbing clitoris.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, jerking from the wild stimulating touch, loving that spongy hotness rubbing over her vibrating little sensation-bud. Really eager now, Jack rammed one knee between Angela's trembling thighs to force her legs slightly open, and then reaching down with his fingers, began trying to stuff his aching cock up into that hungry little tunnel. It was slippery going, she was so wet down there, and it didn't help that maddened by all the fumbling over her excruciatingly sensitive cuntal area, Angela began uncontrollably jerking her hips.
"Hold still, damnit," Jack snarled, and for a few seconds Angela did her best to obey. With a grunt Jack managed to push the head of his cock part way up inside her waiting vagina and then thrust forward firmly with his huge fleshy penis slid up into the hot wet hole, smoothly, without any pulling at the tender inner walls, they were so slippery with Angela's freely flowing moisture.
"Oooooohhhhhh," the both sighed out together as finally that mighty shaft lay imbedded its full length up inside Angela's quivering little belly. For a long second they lay still together, frozen by the agonizing pleasure of the penetration they had both been working for. Angela felt as if some hotly pulsing electric machine had suddenly been turned on up inside her, sending wave after wave of breath-taking pleasure throbbing through her tender insides. And Jack had the sensation that he was all thick, blood-hardened cock from his waist to his knees. Without even moving he could feel his penis throbbing and growing and realized that maybe he could cum just lying there. Angela sensed it too and begged, "Please, Jack, hold it for awhile if you can."
"I'll try," he answered and meant it. "Just don't move for awhile," he asked. He hoped that if he just kind of let himself soak for a while deep inside her warmly enveloping cunt, the edge would eventually go from his nerves and he could fuck the hell out of his pretty blonde wife. Unfortunately, the young man shifted a little to find a more comfortable position and his massive rod of flesh slip upward into those tender loins another inch. That was too much for Angela, who had dutifully been trying to hold motionless despite the thudding flutters caused by that cock shoved up her from the back.
Giving up their desperate struggle for self-control, her inner vaginal muscles started working, clenching and unclenching rhythmically around her husband's lust-engorged penis, "Uuuummmmhhhhh," he moaned, biting his lower lip. "For Christ sakes, stop it. You're gonna make me cum."
"I-I can't help it," Angela moaned in despair, and then to make matters worse her buttocks began a mad machine-like jerking back against her husband's loins. With this extra motion, not to mention the snug way his aching cock was trapped between his wife's soft voluptuous thighs, Jack had had it. He could feel the old familiar explosion deep down in his swollen balls as his sperm started the mad uncontrollable race up along the fully burgeoned length of his cock-shaft.
"Aaaaaauuuuugh," he moaned. Brutally rolling Angela over on her stomach, her legs still straight and clamped together, he loomed above her, massive cock disappearing up between her milk-white thighs, pinning her flailing form to the bed. "Jesus H. Christ, here it comes," he roared. Suddenly his arms stiffened, palms flat against the mattress and his back arched, so that he was bent like a bow, his agonized face glaring up at the ceiling in unrestrained lust.
"No, no, no," Angela sobbed, struggling on her belly beneath him, but she knew it was no use. The first hot gush of his semen jetted up into her needing cuntal depths, but filled her with a frustrated hunger rather than the completion she so sought. Again and again that obscenely impaling pole jerked and twitched up inside her, for a minute making her hope that it might kick her over the edge and start her own orgasm, but then suddenly, almost without warning, it was over, and Jack collapsed with a wet smack on her back, pressing her down into the mattress so that for awhile all she was concerned about was being able to breathe.
After a few panting seconds she felt her satiated husband pull his still half-hard penis from between her trembling thighs and the unhappy young woman was aware of every potentially lust-quenching inch of it as it slid wetly out, then dragged over the back of her leg, leaving a sticky white trail behind it. Even after she felt his weight leave her, Angela continued to lie on her stomach, not wanting Jack to see the tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. But he could not miss the helpless motion of her hips as they ground mindlessly down against the sheet, seeking the fulfillment that had been so near.
"Gee, honey, I'm sorry…" Jack started to say, and then clamped his lips tightly together, feeling guilty and becoming angry at his wife because he felt guilty. "Hell no," he blurted out. "Why should I be sorry. I told you to hold still and then you had to go wild on me. Christ, I coulda made it, so don't blame me!" Getting no answer from his wife, the young man rolled angrily out of bed and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Angela lay on the bed, still face down, stunned by her husband's unfair attack. She wanted to do something to make things right again, but somehow seemed incapable of moving. This whole sexual charade had been going on for so many months that there was nothing left inside the unhappy young woman but a vacuum of misery and despair. So while her husband took a shower in record time and then stomped around the bedroom getting dressed, she just lay there, her head turned toward the wall, wishing the whole miserable mess would go away and she'd find herself a little girl again, back in bed at her parents' house, ignorant of men and sex and the way they could pull a woman's soul apart.
Fortunately for her mental health, a slow anger began building up inside Angela for the neat way her husband had turned the tables on her, making her feel guilty for what seemed to her to be his inadequacy. But it hadn't built to its full head of steam until after Jack had stalked stiffly through the living room, ready for work, and gone out the front door, slamming it behind himself.
"The bastard!" she suddenly cried out, abruptly sitting up in the bed. "The dirty rotten bastard!" For a moment the angry young woman sat there, then she got lithely to her feet. Her flashing eyes and heightened color made her look like some aroused Goddess in her cream-white nakedness.
"Well, I'll show him," she muttered to herself, something finally snapping inside her. In this one moment of rebellion, about half a lifetime's inhibitions were swept out of her mind. Wasn't she entitled to some sexual satisfaction, she thought bitterly to herself. After all, she was a married woman and shouldn't have to go through life half out of her mind with frustration! This was a major change in the young woman's outlook. For the first time in her life she didn't look on her natural sexual urges as some kind of depraved inner weakness. By now they had become too familiar to her, like her own arm or leg. If she was hungry she'd get something to eat, she reasoned, and by God, she swore to herself, it would be that way with sex. She'd show her husband that she didn't need this frustration anymore!