"Go on," he warned, lowering his hips lower between her widespread defenseless thighs. "Put it in… right now!"
He dropped across her, the hardness of his mammoth cock beating like a metronome against her upper thighs, his face looming above her. Forcing herself not to think about what was happening, she guided the hard, fleshy shaft to the passion drenched mouth of her pussy. The thick bulbous head scraped electrifyingly against her cuntal lips, then pressed slightly inward, causing shivers of new unwanted pleasure to surge throughout her abdomen. She dared not move as she felt the pressure increase and the small, relatively unused, cuntal opening starting to stretch. Pain came with it, but she was too frightened, too shocked by what was happening, to cry out.
"Ooohhhh, God. You are a tight little cunt," Jim breathed. "It feels as if it's never been used."
He pushed again, and the ponderous head slowly forced its way into her wet, palpitating opening.
"Please, Jim. Don't. You're too big for me. You're hurting mee-eeee. I can't stand it." It was a screech of pain, of beseechment, as though she still believed implicitly in his chivalry.
As if he had suddenly been struck deaf, Jim continued the brutal impalement. He could tell he was stretching her pussy to the point it had never been stretched before, but at the same time, she was so well lubricated from his tongue fucking that he knew there could not be an inordinate amount of pain associated with his entry. She was just nervous, tense, frightened! She would get over that in minutes… just as soon as she felt the full length of his hardness scraping at every hidden spot of delight within that musk-scented, honey sweet pussy, and felt his cockhead hammering at the portals of her almost untouched little womb… Slowly he thrust inch by inch into her cringing passage. She was really weeping now, whether from pain or shame he couldn't tell… and he didn't think she could either. The sleek sensual silky feel of her nylons and the roughness of her lace garter belt against his hips and bare buttocks served as a goad. He could stand this exquisite torture no longer. He jerked his hips forward in one final thrust and his hard, hot cock roared into previously untouched territories of her most sacred treasure; her husband's so, heretofore, carefully guarded sanctuary.
"Aaaaaaggghhhh," Grace wailed loudly, as the implacably hardened pole of male flesh cut deeper into her than anyone had ever been before. He had filled her almost to the bursting point and she could actually feel every muscular ridge of his corrugated cock through the tortured walls of her vagina.
Jim lay still for a moment. Never before, not even with the one or two virgins he'd had in his lifetime, had there been such a tight little cunt; it seemed to grip his prick like an iron fist encased in a velvet glove. He sucked in his stomach muscles, tightened his arms and made his penis jerk hotly within the tight confines.
"Aaaaggh… don't move it," Grace moaned helplessly.
Delighted with her subservient plea for mercy, Jim flexed his cock again and again, hearing her groan abjectly with each further twitch of his deeply sunk cock. Then, gradually, he began short little movements in and out of her cunt. As her passage became accustomed to his barbaric instrument, the whimpers of pain and protest gradually changed to little chants of pleasure. Jim started rotating his hips, grinding his maledom against her vagina until the mushroomed head was beating relentlessly against her tortured cervix. He rocked above her, thrusting with long, smooth motions as though he were astride a horse on a carrousel, rising and falling, rising and falling.
Grace had begun moving her hips in unison with his simultaneous harmony. Already she felt tremendous jolts of pleasure arcing throughout her abdomen. Already he was causing her body to feel more than she had ever felt with Stan. Her mouth opened and closed in wordless comments, some of them prayers for forgiveness, some of them unheard and unheeded commands to her body to ignore this intense delight. Shining little beads of perspiration seeped to the surface of her upper lip. Her neck tendons swelled, then grew taut, with the hoarse pantings of carnal joy. The room swirled about her; she, too, was aboard a carrousel – going up and down and around and around. His giant throbbing cock buried deep inside her up pulsating cunt and her love starved vagina together formed a lewd, wetly sounding symphony of lust. No longer did she have thought of Stan… of morals… of pride. Automatically, her body reacted and greedily sought more and more pleasure, and the obscene words boiled out of her lust-constricted throat, "Oh, God. Oh, God. Don't stop."
Perversely, he stopped. "Don't stop what," he asked, knowing full well it would increase her humiliation no end.
Grace knew instinctively what he wanted to hear, and in her abandonment she said it with all the force and vitality of a revolutionary screaming out a political slogan. "Oooh, Jim. Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!" The thought of her own lewd, wanton behaviour excited her even further, and she groaned and caught her breath as the man's powerful hands pulled her supple young buttocks tighter to his own rampaging prick. She heaved with passion, the pain of a few moments ago long since evaporated under the heat of her own passionate desires. She found her knees clenching and unclenching around his muscular buttocks with each powerful thrust of his wonderful, life-giving cock. She reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling his sweating face down toward hers, and her tongue shot deep into his mouth, slithering in and out in a wild semblance of oral fucking. Uninhibited gurgling noises of velvet rapture poured from her lust-tightened throat and she crooned, like a mother in song, "Fuck… oh, fuck me… fuck… fuck."
In the midst of her lewd exhortations, she suddenly heard the cold, furious voice of her conscience castigating her. Whore! Adulteress! Slut! Have you no shame, no pride? Are your promises to remain loyal to your husband only babblings of a liar? Have you forgotten your sacred oath in church? What about Stan? And from deep within her mind, she heard the far-off triumphant voice of a defiant biblical Eve shouting deliriously, "What am I? I am a woman! A full-blooded, healthy woman at last feeling the long-denied joys of my own body and the body of a male."
She shoved her cunt lewdly up to him in answer, offering it in some pagan ritual older than time itself. Never had there been anything like this, and not even in her wildest imaginations had she dreamed there would be such ecstatic sensations to be gotten from a man… from the licking and tongue-fucking of her pussy to the moment when his mammoth prick had slid imperiously down her excitedly greased cuntal channel to toboggan madly into the heart of her womb. Filled with insane pleasure, she willed and wanted more… much more, never wanted it to end.
"Fuck me-eeee," she mewled. "Ohhhhh… beautiful…"
Maloney jammed her with ever-increasing force as her tightly locked young vagina continued to pour out lubricant, lengthening his stroke, drawing his huge rod almost out of the fleshy, moisture drenched sheath, then plunging downward in quickening strokes as her cunt hungrily devoured it. Jesus, he thought, she's beginning to go wild; he heard her grunt before hurtling her wildly sucking vagina up and down on his throbbing shaft. She had taken complete control away from him as she sought her own pleasure.
"Aaaaggghhh… ohhhhh," she moaned as his cock slammed into and brushed past the cervix, gasping and coughing with each inhalation into her tortured lungs.
The wildly fucking man's sperm inflated balls slapped hard down against the nakedness of her unprotected working anus, and through his scrotum he could feel the delicious softness of her ass cheeks and the hot dampness in the heated crevice where the warm viscosity and his own saliva had seeped down the cleft from her pulsating cunt. His throbbing sac seemed surely to split apart from the mounting pleasure in it, and he fought for control – fighting against the need to spew his white hot sperm into the deepest depths. He began ramming her with increasing fury, wanting to bring her to orgasm before he, himself, came.