"Holy shit!" she yelled.
She closed her eyes and began humping and twisting her body, her fingers fucking in and out of her cunt and asshole.
Just then, Dan slipped the key in the lock, turned the bolt, and let himself in. A lovely fragrance filled the front room. It smelled like perfume.
"Honey, I'm home," he called. His prick was still hard from all the excitement at the office. In the cab on the way home, he kept thinking how he would fuck Denise in a dozen fucking positions: doggy style, or with Denise on top, or maybe, she could spraddle on the top of the table with her pretty pink cunt turned up at him. He really wanted to fuck her in the ass, but he didn't think she was ready for that.
"Denise, darling, I'm home," he called again urgently.
Usually, she would come running out to greet him, more often than not, with a cool drink in her hand. But not tonight!
Where could she be? Dan began to despair. He had unbearable hard-on, and he wanted to stick his prick in his wife's juicy cunt. Is that too much to ask? he silently pleaded.
"Fuck me! Fuck me good!" Denise's voice echoed down the hall and was only slightly deflected by the living room wall.
Dan had immediate visions of Denise in another man's arms and ran toward the bathroom. As he burst through the door, he nearly stepped on his wife, who was lying spread-eagled on the floor with a couple of fingers up her cunt and one finger up her asshole.
Denise opened her eyes in terror and surprise and saw her husband standing over her, his jaw slack, his eyes glassy. He was staring at her pussy.
"Dan!" she gasped. "Dan – honey – let me explain…"
For the second time that day, she was startled by the unexpected sound of a rasping zipper. Her husband, not hearing a word she said, keeping his gaze on her hairy cunt, quickly unzipped his fly and dropped his pants. He stepped out of them and pulled his undershorts down and off, too.
He dropped to his knees just as Denise started to get up.
"Dan, I know what you must be thinking but UGH!"
He pushed her roughly back down on the rug and, gasping his long hard cock, shook it at her. Then he thrust his knee between her slightly parted legs and pushed it up against her wet cunt.
"Dan! What the – mmmmmmmff!"
He forced his mouth over hers, sticking his tongue between her lips and sliding it over her teeth and the roof of her mouth.
Denise began to fight him. His behavior frightened her. Never before had he acted in such a brutal way. Never had he seemed so unconcerned about how she felt.
He grabbed her large, firm tits and dug his fingers into her flesh, his cock jerking and oozing pre-cum. She flinched and began to pound him on the back with her fists. But he just dug his nails deeper into her tit-flesh and ground his knee harder into her sopping cunt. As he frenched into her mouth faster and faster, she frantically tried to suck more air into her lungs through her nostrils.
Dan's knee was positioned in such a way that it pressed against the full length of her hairy pussy slit, from her damp little shithole all the way to the top of her swollen clit.
In spite of her shock and resentment at her husband's rough treatment, she could not help responding to the sweet itch developing in her long, sensitive clit.
She began grinding her hips and clenching her asscheeks, trying to press harder against her husband's knee. Pussy cream began to flow from her pussy hole. Thick and rich, it coated her pussy lips and dribbled into her ass crack. It smeared on her husband's knee and dripped onto the bathroom rug.
At last, Dan raised his head, releasing Denise's bruised lips. She looked up at him and saw his face contorted with desire and pleasure. His head was tossed back, his eyelids half-closed with only the whites of his eyes showing.
He had grabbed his prick in one hand and was thrusting his hips forward and backward, jacking himself off as he continued to maul one of her tits with his other hand.
His knee was still squashing her cunt flesh, stimulating her blood-engorged pussy lips and clit till she thought she would die of her need to go over the edge. She needed to reach the peak of her desire and come right then instead of continuing to build and build and build. It was just too much!
"Fuck me! For God's sake, fuck me!" she shrieked, amazed at her own passion as the echoes from her cry ricocheted off the tile walls.
Dan stopped ramming his prick through his fist for a moment and looked down at his flushed squirming wife. A sly smile crossed his face.
He slid his knee out from between her thighs, released her tit, and moved from off of her body.
"Turn over," he said quietly.
"What?"
"On your belly."
Without a moment's hesitation, Denise rolled over, exposing her rounded, carpet-burned ass.
Dan licked his lips as her asscheeks came into view. His wife had a truly beautiful ass. He glanced up at the formica counter on his left and spotted what he was looking for.
As Denise lay there perfectly still, patiently waiting for whatever her crazed husband was going to give her, Dan grabbed the jar of Vaseline.
He removed the lid and sank his fingers inside the jar, picking up a huge glob of the greasy stuff and smearing it all over the swollen head of his cock and his rigid, heavily veined prickshaft.
Then he looked down again at his target. Without a word, he reached down and spread Denise's tender ass cheeks apart, revealing the damp ass flesh usually hidden within her ass crack.
Her pinkish-brown asshole – amazingly tiny and tight – came into view. It hardly seemed possible that he could fit a finger up her shitter let alone his massive, uncircumcised cock. Denise held her breath. Dan had tried to fuck her in the ass a couple of times before, but she had always stopped him. She had thought ass fucking was a dirty thing to do and that it would hurt like hell. And she still thought so. But shit, he'd seen her lewdly playing with her pussy in front of the mirror, and she had fucked his best friend that afternoon. She felt guilty. Maybe if she let him fuck her any way he wanted, everything would be all right again.
So she held her breath and clenched her ass muscles.
Dan moved in closer, rubbing his erect prick up and down her exposed ass crack as he held her ass cheeks apart. His nut sac was already tightly stretched over his cum-filled balls. Little drops of jism were oozing from the piss-slot on the head of his prick, beading up on the petroleum jelly.
He steadied the shaft of his cock with one hand, nudging his prick head against his wife's asshole while he kept her ass cheeks spread with the other.
Denise bit her lip as she felt the large helmet-shaped head of his cock press against her shitter.
It was going to hurt. She knew that, and she knew that it would hurt even more than it had to if she kept her ass muscles tensed up. So she breathed out slowly, trying to relax and let go of her fear.
"Aaaaaagh! Shit!" she screamed.
He had wasted no time. He had just shoved the greasy head of his cock past her clutching ass ring.
Tears started to fall from her eyes, and she whimpered in spite of her resolve not to complain.
"Holy shit!" Dan groaned.
Her ass was so fucking, fucking tight. Her ass chute was like a vacuum, exerting pressure on his cock, pulling on it. But her ass ring was so tight, that his cock didn't budge.
"Gonna fuck your ass," he grunted. "Hold on – gonna fuck your tight, dirty little asshole! Uuuuggggggh!" He pushed another half inch of his cock up her asshole.
"Dear God! He's going to kill me!" Denise cried softly.
She tried to make her mind go blank, tried not to feel the ragged, stretched nerves in her poor abused little shitter.
His damned prick felt like a hot iron rod. Having his big cock shoved even a third of the way up her ass got her bowels churning, made her feel a strange urgency up in her shitter in addition to the horrible pain.