C Holliday - Her animal act

She groaned as his cock began thrusting with long, slow strokes. He was right, she knew. She was ready – more ready than she'd ever been in her whole life! But she wouldn't let herself enjoy it. She couldn't permit that! It was unthinkable! A decent woman just couldn't find rape to be a thrilling experience!

"My husband will kill you."

"You scare me," he said, smiling down at her frightened face.

"You'll go to prison. Stop… stop right now and I won't tell my husband or the police."

"That's very kind of you… but no. I won't stop until I've given you a bellyful of my sperm."

His cock was stroking faster now, setting her loins on fire as he plunged deep into her with long, rhythmic movements.

Oh, God, Ruth thought, it is good. I can't help myself. He's so masterful – so big and hard and hot.

Stop it! her conscience demanded.

"I can't," she moaned back.

"I can't!"

"You can't what?"

"Huh?"

"What is it that you can't?"

"Oh good Lord!" she gasped, realizing that she'd spoken aloud, ashamed for forgetting herself, wondering how much she'd said.

She looked up at him. He was smirking down at her, enjoying her confusion and helplessness.

"You bastard!"

He laughed.

With a last effort which she knew wouldn't succeed, Ruth tried to wrench her arms free and force him from her. It only amused him. He held her almost effortlessly, going right on filling her weeping cunt again and again.

"You dirty bastard," she groaned, falling back and giving up her fight.

Like lightning, he released her hand long enough to slap her a stinging blow on the face, then pinned her arm again before she could move it.

"You – you…"

"Consider that a warning. Curse me again and I won't let you off so easy."

Ruth sniffed and blinked her eyes.

He fucked her in silence for more than a minute, the bed creaking and singing raspily. Ruth stared up at him all the while, trying not to let the sensations in her loins get out of hand again. His slap had driven them out and sobered her somewhat, and she wanted to keep it that way. But it was impossible. His big cock made entirely too much friction as it stroked back and forth through her swollen cunt lips. Soon she was responding again, thinking how handsome he really was.

When he lowered his face to kiss her, she didn't turn away. She let him press his surprisingly soft and warm lips to hers as his cock dipped rapidly to the very depths of her vagina. She shut her eyes and closed off her conscience, allowing his tongue to force her lips and teeth apart and enter her mouth.

His tongue tasted strongly of tobacco. Ordinarily she hated even the smell of tobacco. But now, because of the spears of pleasure his plunging cock sent careening through her, she found the taste not at all offensive. She licked back at his invading tongue, letting it fill her mouth until she was moaning softly and sucking it.

"It's getting good to you?"

"No," she lied.

"Oh, you're a stubborn one, rubia."

Then he was kissing her again, more passionately this time, his tongue whipping at hers, teasing it into his mouth. Losing all sense of shame, Ruth stuck her tongue deep into his moist mouth and whimpered softly as he sucked it.

"Ahhh. Now that's better… much better!"

"I hate you," Ruth said weakly, bringing her legs up and locking her ankles over his hunching ass.

"You have a very nice way of showing it."

"Mmm… hate you," she sighed, throwing her pelvis up to him, jerking him into her with her legs.

"Is it good?"

"Uh-huh. Good… oh damn!"

He laughed.

"Turn my arms loose… please!"

"You promise not to scratch?"

"I won't scratch. I want to hold you… please let me hold you."

As soon as he released her hands, Ruth threw her arms around his back and hugged him fiercely. She felt as if she'd lost her mind. But it didn't matter. Nothing in the world mattered except the fantastic feelings churning in her steaming loins. It was so very sinful and wicked, but, Oh God, she thought, is it ever good!

"Darling… oh, darling," she moaned, sliding her damp palms over his back as she kissed him wildly.

Over his shoulder she could see Elliott slumped on the couch. She didn't want to see Elliott at the moment – didn't want to think about him even. She knew she'd hate herself when this wonderful moment was over, but for the present she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. She shut her eyes to close out her husband as well as the rest of the world. Nothing mattered – nothing but the thrill of Pico's big, sweet cock jabbing so hotly at her.

Clinging to him, sucking his tongue, she moved with him as if they were of one mind. The tempo grew faster and faster as they drew near orgasm. It got better and better. Sweat broke out on Ruth's abdomen, the dampness making slapping sounds as Pico's stomach hit hers with rapid-fire action.

"Ohhhh… oh God!"

"Hunch me, baby. Stay with me."

"Ouuu… ouuu," Ruth crooned, throwing her cunt up to meet his inrushing prick, licking absently at her puffy lips.

"Is it good?" Pico grunted. "Tell me how good!"

"Hooo… oh, Pico! Darling man!"

His hands moved under her and cupped her working buttocks, holding her to him as he ground his pelvis harshly against hers. The head of his cock stirred her guts delightfully, sending waves of pure pleasure washing out to every nerve in her body.

"Wonderful!" she shrieked, unlocking her ankles and letting her legs fall to the bed, digging her heels into the mattress and grinding her pelvis at him. "Big cock… oh, what a big, sweet cock!"

Pico let his body fall on hers, his chest mashing her tits flat as he jarred her intestines with his fully inserted cock. He grunted and groaned, then sucked in his breath and bit the side of her neck.

His teeth were sharp, causing her a great deal of pain as he chewed her flesh and made little animalistic sounds in his throat. She whimpered mournfully, writhing beneath him, still grinding her cunt at him as she grabbed the tensed cheeks of his ass. Her fingernails dug into his buttocks. She jerked at him frantically. His cock was twitching and throbbing inside her seething cunt, his nuts drawing up tight against his body. Nothing had ever felt better to her. She knew he was hanging on the verge of orgasm, just as she herself was. She wanted him to cum – wanted desperately to feel his thick cock jerking deep inside her belly.

"Come, darling! Come, come, come!!"

His hands moved up her back, his fingers hooking over her shoulders and pulling her clitoris down roughly against the top of his dick.

"Mmmm… mmm!"

"Rubia!"

"I'm ready! Shoot it… oh, shoot it!"

He grunted, mashed her ass deep into the mattress and held her there, his cock jerking wildly.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Oh, shit!"

She pulled her legs up until her feet were almost to ass level and her soles were flat on the mattress. Using the strength of her leg muscles, she pushed up, lifting her ass from the bed, holding there, supporting his body with her upthrust pelvis. She shuddered from head to toe as the first jet of hot sperm blew from his dancing cockhead and washed over the mouth of her convulsing womb.

Then every ounce of strength left her as her own orgasm burst within her loins. It was a blinding flash of unbearable joy. She screamed shrilly, falling back to the bed, her body twitching and jerking as he shot jet after jet of his copious load into her. Her hands held tremblingly to his hard butt, keeping his spurting glans pulled snugly into her sensitive cervix, every nerve in her sweat-soaked body thrilling as his hot cum sprayed into her. Her legs flailed weakly.

She sobbed brokenly through it all, then lay exhausted and spread-eagled as he pulled out and got off the bed.