Mike's head sank onto the spongy warmth of her tits. He sucked her fat nipples furiously, biting the rubbery tips as if he expected to draw milk. At the same time he pulled up her dress so that it was bunched around her waist like a sash, exposing the drenched, hairy triangle of her cunt.
"Oh please, Mike, just wait, please…"
Mike ignored her. He forced himself between her thighs so that they were sprawled in the missionary position. Donna felt his big, wet dickhead jabbing at the opening of her cunt.
Then he got the knob in. Donna grunted and instinctively arched her back. Mike sighed with satisfaction as he bucked his ass, gradually sinking inch after inch of his pulsing cock into the greasy, clasping wetness of her ravaged pussy.
His prick was so huge that it stretched her cunt incredibly, giving her a delicious filled-up sensation as he impaled his rod into the furnace-like heat of her fuck tunnel. Donna winced obscenely as she felt his cock going into her, stretching her pussy walls to the bursting point as he packed her cunt with stiff, throbbing meat.
"Do you like it now, baby?" Mike muttered. He paused with all of his cock pulsing inside her, feeling the lips of her pussy suck around the base of his dick. "Still feel too raw to fuck? Want me to wait?"
"No, fuck me now!" Donna cried excitedly. She spread her thighs as far apart as she could, then twined them around his waist to get even more of his cock inside her. "Oh yes, it does feel good! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Mike lifted his hairy ass, withdrawing his swollen cock until only the mushroom knob parted her pussy lips. Donna squealed and humped beneath him. He dropped his ass again between her thighs, ramming his cum oozing dick all the way back up her cunt.
Then he started fucking her, contracting his asscheeks as he pumped his long prick in and out of her pussy. Feverishly Donna worked her ass to meet his strokes, groaning every time the hanging sac of his balls slapped her ass crack with each stroke.
"That's right, Mike, oh shit, I love the way you fuck me! Do it harder!" She pistoned her ass like an animal, pounding her cunt onto invading shaft of his dick. "Oh Christ, yes, I'm getting close again! Fuck me, lover, help me come!"
Mike panted as he fucked her, lowering his face between her big, jiggling tits. He wrapped his lips around one nipple and sucked it violently, tugging the cherry cap from the milky-whiteness of her breast. His fucking actions became more furious. He pounded his thick cock almost brutally through the greasy heat of her pussy.
"Coming, oh fuck it, I know I am!" Donna clawed his shoulders and shook her head helplessly back and forth as the burning pleasure mounted in her loins. "Unggghh!"
Suddenly she fucked him as hard as she could, screaming and crying loud enough to be heard in the motel manager's office down the rows. "Awwww fuck, ohhh shit, fuck me, I'm coommmiiinnng!"
Shamelessly she shook all over the bed, grunting as her cunt muscles tightened around Mike's pistoning cock. Mike shuddered and slammed his prick as far into her pussy as it would go. His dick swelled even stiffer. His balls throbbed as they, prepared to drop their load.
Then he came, pumping spurt after spurt of white cream into the depths of Donna's cunt. Donna smiled with satisfaction as her pussy was bathed in juice. Mike sighed and fucked her faster. The jism kept gushing out of his nuts.
"Oh, baby," Mike whispered. He rolled off her and stared dizzily at the ceiling as his big cock started to wilt on his thigh. "You don't know how good that feels."
Donna giggled and turned onto her side to face him. Her hand toyed with, the softened lump of his cook. Impulsively she rested her cheek on his stomach and popped his dick into her mouth, hoping that a nice blow job would bring back the stiffness to his prick.
She knew that her dress was still bunched around her waist, and if she didn't stop to take it off it would look like a rag by the time she got home. But Donna didn't care. By now her husband had to know she was fucking around. What point was there in keeping up pretenses any longer?
CHAPTER SIX
It was two-thirty in the morning when Donna finally returned home. She saw the light in the living room as she staggered drunkenly up the walkway to the front door. Now she was really in trouble. Roy had been waiting up.
Unlocking the front door, Donna prayed that she could get into the bathroom before her husband saw her. There were cum stains on her stretched, torn dress, and Mike had fed her so much liquor in the motel room that she could barely see. It had to be obvious to anyone that she'd been fucking her brains out all night.
She shut the door quietly behind her and headed straight for the stairs. But she wasn't fast enough. Roy appeared immediately, standing with arms folded across his chest to block her way.
"Three in the morning," he whispered tersely. "That must have been one hell of a card party, huh?"
"Leave me alone," Donna muttered, and tried to walk past him up the stairs. Instead Roy grabbed her arm and pulled her into the brightly-lit living room.
"Not so fast, honey! You go to a nice card game like that, the least you could do is recount the exciting details to old hubby-boy. I mean, here I am stuck at home watching the tube. The least a person could…"
Then he saw what his wife's dress looked like, and the words died in his throat. Donna groaned and bowed her head in shame. For a moment Roy simply stared at her with a neutral expression, unable to believe his eyes. Then the shock boiled quickly into rage.
"Why you… you filthy…" His eyes bulged as he saw the open tear in the dress, exposing the lacy white fabric of her bra and the caked blotches of jism on the hem. "Card game. You said you went to a card… you filthy little slut!"
"Don't call me that."
"I'll call you anything I want, you cunt!" Roy bellowed, moving threateningly forward. He was so mad his lip twitched. Donna had never seen him so angry. "So you been fucking around on me, huh? How many guys have you been screwing? Shit, the way you look you probably fucked ten studs tonight!"
Roy's expression was so demonic that Donna felt genuinely frightened. Again she tried to walk around him, but this time he grabbed her arm so hard she thought he was going to break it.
"Roy! For God's sake, stop that! You're really hurting me! Let me go!"
"See what your God damn panties look like. That ought to really be a sight."
Roy roughly pulled the dress up to her waist, and Donna blushed helplessly in humiliation. If the dress had merely suggested infidelity, the panties were proof concrete. The crotch was so soaked with jism and cunt juice that it hadn't had a chance to dry. Mike's cum still oozed from her hairy pussy slit.
"You… you dirty… you…"
Roy was now so beside himself with rage that he'd lost control. Grabbing Donna by the waist, he pulled her with him and sat on the couch. The next thing she knew she was lying across his lap, with his knees digging into her belly as he pulled up her dress.
"I'm going to tan your hide!" Roy shrieked. He tore off her panties, exposing the rounded, girlishly soft cheeks of her ass. "You fucking cunt, I'm going to give you what you deserve!"
"Roy, you asshole, let me…"
Then the first slap landed on the crack of her ass. Donna gasped. Her husband was actually spanking her! And he was doing it hard!
"Roy, you motherfucker!" Desperately she tried to get away from him, wincing with every blow landing on her plump asscheeks. "You don't have any right to… I'll get you for this! Stop it, Roy! You let me go!"
But Roy wouldn't release her. Instead he only giggled sadistically, and swatted her a little harder with every stroke. Soon a bright pink flush spread through Donna's ass, and the pain became quite intense.
"Awww, Roy, please!" All her pride soon left her. She began to cry and beg for him to stop. "You're hurting me! Stop it! Awwww, for God's sake, I'll do anything you say!"