Then, he lifted his head, staring scornfully at his wife for a long moment. An instant later he had flicked it forward again, and now his mouth closed over one upright, button-like nipple and his tongue laved it voluptuously. He began to suck on it, nibbling at it delicately, while Penny stiffened against her husband's uncaring assault.
His hand trailed the length of her belly again, making Penny moan in frightened anticipation. She hadn't wanted it to be like this – hadn't wanted it at all!
She felt an irrepressible excitement as he traced the soft curves of her vulnerable body, but it was mixed with anger, too. And then, as John's hands moved along the line of golden belly fuzz that ended in the strands of silken pubic hair there between her legs, she squirmed beneath him. He reached the warm moist slit of her cuntal lips at last, running his middle finger up and down along the tender hair-lined flesh, probing it as his tongue had probed and pried at her mouth before.
Penny jerked back involuntarily at his touch, wanting her husband and yet at the same time denying him -feeling the need to deny him. There was a sudden sharp pang as his middle finger snaked deep in between the fleshy outer lips of her pussy, working its way upward into her narrow cuntal channel, and she sucked in her breath. And then as she felt him finger-fucking deep up into her open cunt, she relaxed, lying back to enjoy the thrills of pleasure that seemed to wash over her. In spite of herself, in spite of her resentment of the way in which he was taking her. Why the hell did he have to act so damned superior? She let herself reach out to take his desire-stiffened penis in her small and slender hand, letting her fingers curl around it, massaging it gently, pulling the foreskin back.
He groaned in pleasure, encouraging her to tickle her fingernails over the smooth rubbery head, to draw them beneath the aching shaft, to tease her fingertip around the tiny parted hole at the tip. And then she cradled his smooth sperm-laden balls in the palms of her hands. But once again, the brunette former chorus girl stiffened in resistance to her husband. Damn him! she thought. He was treating her like a whore, acting as if she wasn't as good as he was! Well, she was, and she would show him!
She began to move beneath him, pretending that she enjoyed it, just the way a whore might have. She writhed and turned as he continued to work his finger into her wet and smoothly throbbing passage. He withdrew it then, with a soft lewd sucking sound, and once more as his hands were all over her, clutching and squeezing at her soft, sensitive
flesh.
Abruptly he rolled over between her thighs, and his hand shot down to stroke briefly at the moistened flesh there before he spread her legs wide apart. He hovered over her then, the blunt bulbous head of his fleshy shaft poised above the tender lips of her vagina. With his middle finger he found her clitoris and began stroking maddeningly at it, sending unwanted excitement shooting through his wife's still resistant body.
John began to massage the tiny nub with the lust-hardened tip of his swollen penis. "I'm going to fuck you tonight like you've never been fucked before," he said crudely. And then, as a cruel afterthought, he added, "at least not by me!"
Penny shuddered at the implications -oh, God! She had been faithful to John! She had! And once more her resentment of him rose to overwhelming proportions. What a bastard, she thought! What a bastard!
She tensed once again, resisting him just as his lust-bloated penis pressed brutally hard against the small elastic opening of her little cunt. He lunged forward with all his might and his iron-hard penis plunged through the taut little ring of flesh, plunged up deep into the narrow channel of her cunt.
Penny half-screamed, squirming as if she had just been impaled on the sword of some barbarian. "Don't… Don't… oh, God…"
But John was beyond caring. He thrust once more, ploughing deeper, and Penny recoiled, feeling as if her cunt were being torn to bits. She wasn't ready… she didn't want it to be this way!
But there was nothing she could do. She felt his huge cock plunging in to the hilt, felt as if it would split her helpless little belly in two. Oh, Jesus! She thought he had reached the limit, but he was still pushing deeper, forcing the warm, yet unreceptive walls of her vagina in rolling waves before his throbbing thick penis.
"Oh, John!" Penny moaned. "John!" "John who?" "Oh… Oh…"
"Oh, fuck, Penny…" And once again he lunged forward, once again ploughed deep up between her narrowly clasping cuntal walls. His rock-hard penis smacked against her cervix this time, bringing a muffled scream from her tightly compressed lips. And then she suddenly took fire, set aflame by this invasion of her soft moist vagina. She was sore and burning, but somehow vibrantly alive in spite of the pain. She squirmed
her buttocks down into the mattress as John sawed his blood-engorged penis roughly in and out, and she squirmed and thrashed beneath him. A low moan escaped her lips, a slight whimper of pain.
John ignored it, fucking forward again, feeling the smooth sheath of her clasping cuntal walls cradle his raging cock. He groaned in his own excitement, and then at last his balls slapped hard against her whitely rounded ass-cheeks as his aching cock sank to unplumbed depths.
A shock of sudden pain, cruel and unexpected, shot through Penny, and she twisted on the bed beneath him in an effort to escape it, but John only thrust harder, impaling his wife on his thick hard cock, skewering her like an animal on a spit. Staring down at her, he felt a surge of sadistic pride in subjugating his woman in this way. Christ, he thought, it was the only thing she was good for!
He ground his loins deep into her quivering flesh, and then Penny strained back under him, her own loins arching upward to meet him and then to match his deep and vigorous thrusts. Her mouth was open now and her head flailed from side to side as her lust-inflamed husband buffeted her about in his desperate passion.
Penny moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, almost, but not quite, enjoying the pain, the humiliation to which she was being subjected. And then she realized with a shudder of horror that John had reached under her between her buttocks and was drawing his middle finger up along the now wet crevice there. Oh God, no! she thought. He wasn't going to… he couldn't… he wouldn't…
But suddenly he found the tiny little opening of her anus, moistened by the warm wet rivulet seeping from her cock-spread pussy, and he probed at it experimentally for a moment. He pushed hard and felt the tight nether ring give way, while his finger slid in up to the first knuckle.
Penny's body contracted in a spasm of excruciating pain and she screamed, "Oh God. it hurts… it hurts!"
A flicker of a smile played across John Whitmore's lips at her anguished outburst. Good! he thought. Great! He thrust again, sinking his finger in still another inch.
Penny screamed again, but in spite of her pain she began to move against his finger as it rotated around in the warm fleshy depths of her rectum. Through the thin membrane separating the two passages, he could feel his cock sliding in and out of her pulsating vagina, and he began to fuck into both ravaged passages in a quickening rhythm, his strokes longer now, faster, deeper.
Once again Penny screamed and the sound was music to John's ears. He could feel his cock growing, burgeoning deep up inside his wife's quivering belly, could feel the tension mounting in his sperm-bloated balls
that smacked against her upturned buttocks. Oh God! He was near the end -near his final explosion that would send the ultimate joy shooting through him when at last he emptied his sperm deep up inside his wife's belly! And he knew that Penny, too -in spite of her pain, her resistance to his fucking he was inflicting on her -was about to cum. Her face was contorted with her lust, her eyes half closed, but filmed with her passion.