John Friday: Raped wild wife

"I'm gonna love sucking on, those big tits while I ram my cock into your cunt!" He smirked and started pulling down his pants.

Veronica bolted then. Grant's off-duty gun was hanging in the hall closet – a snub-nosed.38 that regulations required him to carry even on those rare occasions when the two of them went to church.

Chapman stumbled after her, kicking off his jeans. "You bitch!" he roared. This is going to be more fun than I ever thought! He realized.

Veronica made it to the closet door. She yanked it open and fumbled for the gun. Bill caught her from behind, clasping her huge tits, unaware as yet what she sought with her thrashing hands.

Her fingers closed on the checkered walnut grip of the gun, but Bill's fingers were twirling her rigid nipples in tight spirals.

"Aaaagggghhhh," she moaned, and she lost her grasp. Her hands fluttered weakly at her sides while sobs of obscene pleasure burst from her lips.

Bill saw the gun swaying when her hands dropped. On the same belt, he saw a pair of handcuffs in a snap-topped leather pouch.

"Hot damn!" he hurled her aside and hauled the handcuffs out.

Veronica went spinning halfway across the room. Her long hair flew in tangled waves. She barked her shin on the coffee table, fell across it, and sprawled face down on the couch.

Chapman was on her before she could catch her breath. He yanked her right arm back, placed it in the gleaming stainless steel cuff and chuckled viciously as the metal ratchet-jaw snapped shut.

"You stupid shit – Grant will use your balls the next time he plays golf!"

"I ain't playing, lady. I mean to fuck me a cop's wife, and I mean to enjoy the hell out of it!"

"Oooooh, God!" Veronica tried to turn around, but Bill yanked her other arm back and slapped on the cuff. It clanked shut with a sound as final as the slamming of hell's gate.

"Now, bitch… roll over. Let's see how horny you really are." He lifted her legs and tossed her lengthwise on the couch. All her ranting about what her husband might do only made it more exciting.

Bill snagged his hands in the waistband of her tight shorts and ripped them off. Cloth ripped and seams parted.

She had a T-shaped spread of rich brown pussy curls – a broad band reaching out almost to the points of her hips, and a dense but narrow stripe that ran down and disappeared between her legs.

"Lemme see," Chapman said. He grabbed her ankles and jerked her legs apart. "God damn, the hair is so thick, I can't even see your cunt!"

But he knew it was there. He caught the rise of a musky scent. He grinned, wetting his lips again. Veronica winced. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she felt a searing tension around her wrists and straining torture where her shoulders were pulled back.

"It was your fucking husband who busted me the last time," Chapman said with a sneering grin. "He was just a fucking beat cop then… I guess maybe you didn't know that… but he cuffed me and slammed my head up against the fucking door post of the car. He said he knew the Goddamn stupid juvenile court judge wouldn't do shit to me, so he was going to take care of it right there in the car."

Veronica winced from the pain of her wrenched atmd and the tension of mounting fear. It had turned the oils in her pussy to a creeping ice-flow.

"You're lucky," he said coldly. "He had a big fucking lead-weighted club. All I've got is my cock… a very big, very hot cock." He stroked his prick with his right hand, gloating at the size and throbbing strength of it. "I have to jack-off five, maybe six times a day just to keep this big fucker from ripping my pants. Think what it's going to do to a tight, neglected pussy like yours!"

She was surprised he used the word neglected. He seemed wise beyond his years, and she felt certain that she was not the first bored wife to gape at his massive cock.

"Billy… I mean, Bill… you're going to get in big trouble for doing this!"

"Maybe, but I'm going to suck on a big, beautiful pair of tits first."

He pinched one thick dark nipple between his thumb and first finger, and he lowered his mouth to the other, lashing and twirling it with his tongue.

"Huuuunnngh!" Veronica groaned. Her first thought was that she'd rather have her tits run through a wringer. But the way he stroked her nipple with his tongue, the way his fingers spread and slid down to encase the whole of her creamy tit mound… She heard herself moan with pleasure in spite of her cringing fear.

"You fucking bitches are all alike," he said.

Veronica answered with a meaningless grunt. She tugged uselessly against the metal bands binding her arms, not so much because she wanted to get free, but because she wanted to get her hands on Billy Chapman's big cock. It had been so long since Grant had a hard-on as big and hard as that.

Bill sucked and gave her nipple another vicious tongue-lashing. The frantic suction and whip-like strokes of his tongue brought a scream of disgust to Veronica's lips, but the waves of pleasure rolling over her choked off the sound.

"Now I've got to check out your pussy," he said with a hungry grin. "I hope your cunt don't stink like that cop husband of yours. I can smell a cop two blocks away."

He put his hand on the stripe of silky cunt curls that ran down and disappeared between her legs. The skin on both sides was milk-white, and it was shivering. He ran his finger between her thighs seeking the warmth and dampness of her hidden cunt slit. Then he raised his hand and sniffed it.

"Nope… it don't smell like cop to me. What's the matter, won't your old man fuck you?"

"No," she said. The word just slipped out. "Not for a long time."

"What a dumb shit he must be! If I had a pussy like this at home, I'd be fucking it all the time." Bill wiggled his fingers between her legs and dipped into her juicy cunt again.

"Hhhaaaah," she gasped. She couldn't help it, her hips began to make fuck motions.

"That's what you want, isn't it? You want my big cock in your pussy!"

"Yes… damn it. Yes! Fuck me, you son of a bitch. Ooooh, fuck me hard. Pound my cunt and make it burn."

The horny teenager pried her legs apart with a rough sweep of his hands. One leg dangled off the edge of the couch, her foot resting flat on the floor. The other, he lifted and threw up on the back of the couch.

"Hhhoooo!" she gasped expectantly.

Her cuffed wrists hurt, and the pain made her brown eyes water. Her hands formed fists of tension beneath her back.

Bill climbed over her dangling leg and crouched down, a leering grin curled on his lips. "This is what you want, a solid foot of hot thick cook." He jerked his cock up and down so the cushioned head of it raked her twitching clit.

"Hhhaaagggh!" she cried. "Oooooh, shit!"

In her mind, Veronica hated what he was doing to her, but in her cunt, she was ready to fuck. More than ready. She humped and spread her legs as wide as she could, exposing her sleek, dark pussy at last.

"I love your hairy cunt," Bill said. He pitched forward and bridged himself above her. "And I love those big, delicious tits!"

He was drooling at the thought of fucking the sexy bitch, and it was all the better because she was a cop's wife. "This is what I think of that shit head you're married to – huuunnngh!" He rammed his cock in, sinking it to the thick, hairy root, then he twisted it, wrenching his hard prick-shaft around her tight cunt.

Veronica let out a long wail. A knife stabbed into her chest would have shocked her less. She'd never been unfaithful to Grant and never thought she would have cause to be. He had a great cock when he felt like using it. But now, there was a strange and viciously hot prick inside of her pussy. It pumped in and out, spreading the long wet tube of her cunt so violently that blue-white sparks of pain seemed to burst like rockets before her eyes.