Jackson Robard - The cub-scout mother

Lester was frantic, the alcohol and prolonged desire making him impatient as a hot and horny teenager. In spite of his achingly demanding balls, he hesitated to carefully examine the sensually tight pussy nestled neatly between his wife's smooth white thighs. There was something about her cunt that he had never felt about any other cunt he'd ever fucked. It was crazy that his own wife's pussy still held him so enthralled. The silky-smooth, chestnut-colored pubic hair lining the narrow slit of her pussy was interesting in itself, and where it parted around the tight, pinkly pursed opening were gathered tiny beads of moisture. It looked absolutely untouched like a new glove made for his cock alone. There was immense satisfaction in knowing that no other cock had ever plumbed those clinging depths. The waiting pussy looked as though it had a life all its own, ready and waiting to massage the throbbing length of his penis until it had milked all of the swarming waiting sperm from his bursting body. It was still the most sensual sight he had ever seen. Oh Jesus, yes! He had to have it right away! Now!

Shifting his weight to one side, the frustrated boiler maker took his hardened penis in his hand, and moved his hips forward until the thick rubbery flesh of the purple head made light contact with the sweet female warmth of her cunt. Using his cock like a wedge, he moved it up and down in the hair-lined slit until he had parted the soft little inner lips, exposing the thin vertical slit of her cunt-mouth. She moaned when he lightly touched the bulbous head to her partly-aroused clitoris and Lester felt an aching echo in his own chest, a sign that she was ready to be fucked. He didn't really hear the pleading cries that came after. He poised, cock positioned over the coral opening of her cuntal passage, readying himself for the long awaited drive into the cringingly reluctant depths that were legally his.

Dumbfounded by the sight she was witnessing and unable to understand her failure with Lester tonight, Bette Jean began to lose contact with everything, even her immediate surroundings. She wasn't even sure if it was their bedroom or her own bed that she lay helplessly pinned to beneath his body. All she could clearly understand was the wanton nakedness of her own body, spread-eagled out under the mammoth penis about to plunge deep into the depths of her horrified belly. Oh God! He must be crazy drunk!

She raised her head up off of the bed, looking down over the hardened tips of her swollen breasts to her wide-spread thighs. She shuddered. The lips of her small pussy were parted, the hair-lined flesh, speared with the thickly purple head of his long throbbing column. It was poised and ready to drive up inside her body, tearing her vagina into a pulpy mass of shattered flesh. Her pleas for mercy were hopeless! Her husband was beyond hearing or caring! She might have been pleading with a stone or an unreasoning bull. The pressure on the tight opening to her womb became greater and greater until she thought she would be ripped apart! Dear God, it had never been so huge! It couldn't fit! It was much too big! Or she had shrunk. She imagined herself bleeding like a virgin and then hemorrhaging until she died, a wasted, waxen thing! "Noooooo! Noooooo! Pleaseeeee! Ohhh Goddd!"

Her cunt was like a tight elastic band that would not give way to his insistent pressure. His aching cock was ram-rod hard and stiff, and just the excitement of finally having it pressing into her hot unattainable little cunt made it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs out wider, he knew that the moment had come, and with a low grunt and a heavy shove forward, his cock was suddenly wrapped tightly inside the opening to her warmly clasping cuntal walls.

"AAaaaaggghhhhh!" Bette Jean felt a great flashing pain dash through her body like she had been stabbed up between her thighs with a hot live poker, and her vainly resisting vagina was stretched wide as it opened to take the giant head of the battering penis inside her. It hurt hellishly, but he had gained his entrance to her tiny passage. She tried desperately to worm her way upward on the bed, to get out from under the painful thrust of his massively brutal cock. Tears poured from her eyes as she screwed her buttocks down hard into the mattress. It was no use. She was held too securely by his arms and legs. Looking down over the tops of her firmly rounded breasts, the desperate wife could see that only an inch of the long, hotly pulsating column had penetrated her body. It was utterly hopeless! She'd die right here in her own bed from the pain of his final entry.

The tightly clasping passage around the head of his bulging penis served only to excite him more, and Lester could feel the sensitive nerves at the tip of his cock sending urgent signals of pleasure deep inside his naked belly. It felt so God damned good! He had to bury it all the way! Dimly he knew Bette Jean was in pain or pretended to be. It was those quack doctors. Shit! She was no virgin! Besides he couldn't keep himself in control. Now with a deep grunt he shoved hard forward again to drive his penis farther up into her nakedly trembling body.

"OOOoohhhhh! AAaaaaaggghhhh! Nnnooooo!" It was terrible, worse than she had ever known it to be and she bit her teeth into her lip in an effort to keep from passing out cold. Her head swam with the alcohol. Lester was acting like a maniac, and she was afraid he would kill her without even knowing he had done so! Totally humiliated by his crude coldness and indifference to her feelings, at that moment she wished she had never seen him! Her defenseless vaginal passage was stretched to the point of splitting and the horrible pain embittered her even more. If I live through this horrible night, she promised herself, there'll be separate bedrooms or there'll be separate homes!

The pain when he shoved forward again in her vagina was suddenly and strangely gone. She couldn't analyze why, but only gratefully accept. Yet the resentment festered like a boil even without the agony. The method he had chosen to fuck her was what hurt. There didn't seem to be any gentleness or understanding, or caring, but only a vicious lusting selfishness for his own gratification. She was shamed, if not physically damaged by his cruel thrusts.

Always small, she felt tight, really tight, and Lester thought his hotly pulsating cock was going to explode any second! The glove-like velvety feeling of her pussy around his slowly sinking penis was sending such tremendous sensations of pleasure-power to his brain, that he'd have to do something quickly to keep himself from cumming before he got all the way up inside her. Jesus! It had to be all the way inside her cunt before he shot out his load of steaming sperm. Forcefully, he shoved hard with all his strength to drive his cock to the maximum depth of painfully stretched vagina. It ploughed roughly down the wet-warm passage until it smacked hard up against the cushiony end-tip of her cervix.

"UUUuuuuggghhhh… AAaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" Bette Jean didn't know what hit her, the suddenness of his full penetration was so severe. She felt as though a giant pole had been plunged into her belly, skewering her up between her open thighs like a roast for the spit, and the surprise of being completely filled by his mammoth penis made her tense up in a desperate attempt to stop the final humiliation. Helpless and hanging from the end of his lust-engorged cock suspended by the fleshy pole buried deep inside her belly, it was the final blow to her ego. Her womb ached from the rubbery fleshed head of his hardness pressed into her cervix, and she raised her disheveled head to look down between their lewdly straining bodies. His dark thick pubic hair was tangled tightly together with the lighter brown hair covering her wide splayed pussy, and it staggered her imagination to believe that his brutally giant cock was now buried all the way up inside her proud body against her will.