Grant Roberts - The wayward wifes

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Patty screamed in agony.

He wiggled his finger around inside, glorying in the soft wetness flowing around it and the way the hole contracted convulsively, closing around the worming digit. He drew it out part way and then thrust it forward again, hearing Patty cry out another time, her hands gripping the chenille bedspread more in humiliation than pain on either side of her. He brought it out, shoved it home… again and again. His cock throbbed and leapt, emitting more seminal fluid as his arousal built higher and higher, and his balls were like great heavy weights, aching and tender below the pulsing shaft. He stared down at the wet, tender cuntal flesh he was ravaging with his finger, spread open like a virginal sacrifice before his feasting eyes, seeming to beckon to him.

He had to have her!

He had to fuck her… right now!

Patty felt Tom Jennings throw himself full length beside her, felt his finger pull from her emit with a wet sucking sound. And then he was crawling on top of her, and she could feel the heavy, sweat-moistened weight of him… like a slippery, sickening snail covering her soft body… and he rose up slightly, taking his bloated cock with his right hand and aiming it toward the helplessly quivering opening of her cunt.

“I’m… going to fuck you now, honey girl!“ he panted evilly down into her face. “I’m going to shove my cock right up into your tight little belly and fuck the living hell out of you!”

Patty moaned and writhed on the bed, tensing her body… and suddenly he thrust downward with his pelvis, sliding his huge, throbbing cock into the moist opening hidden beneath the soft hair-lined lips of her pussy. Patty felt a tremendous surge of excruciating pain and her legs splayed out wildly as she helplessly accepted the full, white-hot length of his immense cock, felt it tearing her soft yielding passage asunder as he flexed his fleshy hips to drive the terrible cudgel deep, deep, deep up into her quivering vaginal flesh.

“Aaaaagggggghhhhhhh!” she cried. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!”

She felt his hands move down under her, cupping her buttocks, lifting them, squeezing them, and then sliding to the spot where his gigantic cock was pistoning into her. The fingers brushed against the tightly clinging ridges of flesh on either side of her young elastic-like slit and she gasped and jerked her hips sharply, reflexively up against his. He battered brutally into her, burying his hardened pole of cockflesh to the hilt in her quivering vagina, Patty groaned piteously, trying futily to evade the lust-maddened rapist who thrust into her, impaling her on his merciless instrument of torture. His face was pressed between her large, swollen breasts, tracing hot moist kisses there, racing his lips up over one of the globes to suck the involuntarily hardened nipples deep into his mouth, biting it without regard for anything but his own crazed passion. Patty cried out in agonized pain as he nipped the bud between his sharp teeth, rolled his tongue over the tiny sensitive berry, as he flexed and reflexed his pelvis to send his monstrous fire-hot cock far up into her trembling belly.

Patty writhed and bucked beneath his ravagement in a vain attempt to throw him off as a wild stallion would attempt to throw off a rider, but her movements only drove him on to wilder frenzy, to more frantic lickings of her tits, to more savage thrusts into her now-inflamed cunt. He was gasping and panting with sadistic delight, and his thick hot saliva flowed down over her breasts, between their bodies so that his madly pounding torso against hers made wet, slippery, sucking sounds of flesh smacking against flesh in the confines of the silent bedroom.

“Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, you’re a wild fuck, honey girl… you’re a wild fuck, wild fuck.

I’m going to cum pretty soon, honey girl, going to fill your hot little belly up with my cum juices…

His filthy, depraved words rang terribly in Patty’s ears, seeming to echo and reverberate inside her head. He was fucking into her with long, hard, pistoning strokes now, as if he were gathering strength for each forward thrust from the very tips of his toes. His hands cupped under her buttocks moved slightly, spreading the crevice between her legs wide to accept his bouncing, sperm-weighed balls, reveling in the feel of his testicles slapping down against the tiny puckered ring of her anus.

Patty was only half-conscious now, and in her semicomatose state she felt that he was going to split her in half with his insane lunges, split her right up the middle with an unhealable fissure, and groans of intense pain burst from her tortured throat, comingling with the sucking sounds of their slapping bodies to bring about a cacophony of noise that seemed to deafen her. Suddenly, she felt him jam into her with his brutal probe even harder, even more frenzied than before, and she knew that he was near his orgasm. She prayed for it, twisted and flailed her body to bring it about, to end this evil rape of her helpless flesh by her own father-in-law.

As if in confirmation of her thoughts, Jennings began to chant, “That’s it, honey girl, that’s it, honey girl, fuck my cock, climb up my cock with your cunt, that’s it, that’s it, that’s iiiitttttttt!”

He rammed forward, ceaselessly, viciously, interpreting her undulating movements as signs of passion within her, as signs of excitement and total lost abandonment in the perverse act, moaning and gurgling, feeling his rod burrow itself far up into her screaming belly, feeling his balls batter almost painfully against her asshole. And then…

“Oh… oh… ohhhhhhhhh, Christ, I’m, I’m there… honey, girl I’m therrrrrreeeeeee, I’m cuuummmmiiiiinnnnnggggggg!”

“Uuuuuuuugggggggg!” Patty squealed in pain and terror as the first hot jetting stream of his thick white cum burst through the engorged head of his pile-driving cock, flowing against her womb in a seemingly never-ending gusher of sticky fire, filling her completely, his seed blending with the fluid overflowing her quivering cunt to drench his hands holding her ass spread wide, turn the bedspread into a wet sea of sex juices beneath their thrashing bodies. Finally, at long last, the last droplets of his climax foamed out of the tiny eye of his glans, and he collapsed over her. The weight of him nearly driving the breath from her lungs, heaving and panting. She could feel his cock slowly deflate in her battered vagina until it was a limp and childlike toy that slipped from her sheath with a tiny, anticlimatic popping sound.

She felt the tears, hot and anguished and salty begin to cascade from her eyes, and she turned her head into the pillow, crying unabashedly now. He raised his head, looking down into her flushed, wet face, and grinned satiatedly. “That was really something, wasn’t it, honey girl? Didn’t I tell you old Tom used to be a cocksman? Well, it looks like he still is, eh? It was the greatest, but it could have even been better if you’d only started moving your ass a little sooner… “Shut up!" she screamed suddenly into the pillow. “Shutttt upppp you filthy, disgusting… beast!”

What…!”

“Get off me, get off me, let me up!" she wailed.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?”

“I’m… I’m going to tell your wife what you did to me! I’m going to tell Larry! I’m going to tell whole world! I hope they lock you up in an institution somewhere, a place with bars where you can’t ever prey on women with that… evil thing of yours again!"

He slapped her abruptly, with the open palm of his hand, bringing it up off the bed and lashing it stingingly across her cheek. “You’re not going to tell anybody, you hear me? he grated. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut!“

“No, no…!”

“Goddamn right you are. You say anything to Larry or Gladys, and I’ll swear to hell and highwater that you’re lying, that you made advances to me and when I repulsed them you swore to get even with me. I’ll make you out to be the goddamned fucking gutter whore that you are, you hypocritical little bitch!”