Allan Chase - The straying wife

"Oh, God," she breathed suddenly back over her shoulder, "I like it, I like it, go on, go on!"

Kneeling over her nakedly bent young body, Klaus gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from his whole being. A feeling of absolute power rippled through him as he held the red-haired housewife's voluptuous hips down in total subjection to the rock-hard cock skewering relentlessly into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep up inside her womb giving way before the merciless onslaught of his piston-like cock.

His fingers gripped her harder, squeezing the soft, unresisting thighs with sadistic strength, deliberately hurting her, squeezing groans from her tortured throat as she struggled helplessly beneath his mastery of her mind and body.

He stretched the quivering moons of her softly fleshed warm buttocks wide with his thumbs, watching as the pink folds of her wetly glistening pussy flesh clung tightly around his rampant prick. He levered forward suddenly, leaning his weight and plunging the long, massively throbbing shaft the last remaining inch. He could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside her wetly clasping cunt spread before the blood engorged bead of his cock, bringing a soft explosive sound from her lips as though the wind had been knocked from her. He sensed that she had never been fucked this deeply before, and he jerked the lust-swollen head around deep inside, enlarging the vaginal end of her channel and feeling its myriad of velvet muscles gripping his rigidity like a warm glove. The soft enveloping tightness wrought a tingle of delight shooting through his balls. His prick, encased as it was in the shamelessly aroused wife's warmly clasping sheath, pulsated with lewd pleasure.

Kim's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. She spread her wildly quivering thighs wider, moving her feet apart with difficulty because of the flimsy white panties still hanging at her knees. She lowered her buttocks, forcing Klaus behind her to alter his position and follow her madly grinding buttocks to a shallow level. She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of his zipper pressed painfully tight into the cheeks of her buttocks as he rammed deep inside her and could feel the rough material of his pants pressed harshly against the backs of her trembling young thighs. Topping off the erotic sensations, the bushy pubic hair around the base of his massive prick brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her ass… scraping like wildly sensual sandpaper.

She dropped from her elbows to the mattress so that her breasts were squashed tightly against it, and she began to slowly rotate her upper torso. The hard surface of the bed stung her tiny, pinkly taut nipples into a greater hardness as she felt the hotly throbbing cock behind her embedded in its full thick length inside her. The distended spongy head grazed against the sensitive flatness of her cervix, probing deep, deep down where no one ever had before.

Forgotten was the humiliation of bending like a slave while a stranger fucked her from behind, venting his lust in her delighted vagina, forgotten were the ruined panties hanging at her knees – a lowered flag of her surrender – panties she had bought to wear for her husband on their honeymoon. All that mattered now was the obscene pleasure coursing through her wantonly aroused young body like a fire out of control. She wanted, needed, to be fucked like this. She wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands placed on her pleasure wracked body.

"Up," Klaus was suddenly saying, panting, "Up on the bed."

Kim tried to crawl up on the bed with his cock still buried in her from behind and failed, falling flat. "I… I can't!"

She could feel his sucking withdrawal between her legs and the cool rush of air on her tortured loins suddenly freed from the weight of his body. She moaned in relief, but it was only temporary – the pain that had existed before was being replaced by a different pain – that of unsatisfied desire. The wild ache that had filled her while watching Nichole being skewered from behind returned at the same time, only in greater force. Her young body mindlessly followed the dictates of the big German's hands as they coursed over her, removing her clothing.

The remains of her torn panties were pulled hurriedly from her slender tapered calves. She rolled over quickly to allow the dress to be removed over her head. And she heard through the haze of the hashish cigarette, its soft rustle as it was thrown hurriedly on the floor. Magic hands snatched the brassiere away and she could feel a cool rush of air over her whole body now as her large fleshy orbs were freed from their nylon-strap prison. There was nothing else left – she was totally naked except for her black, high-heeled pumps – her sensually quivering white nudity with her contrasting flaming red pussy hair and black high heels was completely at Klaus' mercy.

In the distance, she could hear the hurried rustle of clothing being stripped from the German's body as she trembled nakedly, half in fear and half in impatience. Then… a slight movement of the bed… hot hands searching over her… pulling her thighs apart… wide apart… the mattress sagging slightly from a weight crawling up between her spread legs… urgent fingers parting the wetly eager lips of her throbbing young cent… and suddenly… suddenly, the blunt stab of a fiery pole of flesh!

"Aaaaggghhhh!" It was a shriek of pain – a cry of exaltation!

Her naked young body writhed and twitched uncontrollably as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the punishing cock sinking deep into her wildly rejoicing cont. Her face distorted with passion, little bird-like cries of ecstasy escaped her tightly-clenched teeth.

"O – Oh God!" she gasped as Klaus' hands slipped under the full rounded moons of her buttocks, raising them while, at the same time, he strained his cock forward into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently now and wound her smooth long legs tightly around his naked hips as he thrust into her. The smooth velvet folds of her vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his rigid fleshy column, until she could feel every corrugation on his rigidly pulsating cock. This was madness the helplessly aroused young wife had never known – a total surrender to the lure of the flesh. Her drugged young mind reveled in her wickedness as she wantonly screwed her buttocks up tight against his pelvis until she could feel his sperm-laden balls pressed warmly into the wet, wide-stretched crevice below her vagina; his testicles danced teasingly against the sensitive outer rings of her tightly puckered little anus sending shivers of lewd delight surging through her fluttering nerve ends.

There was nothing else in me world; no tomorrow, no Hank, no better person to be, nothing but this deep dark hole of lust and flesh, of belly smacking against naked belly… of cunt against cock.

"Ooooohhhh yes, yes, fuck it hard, daring, fuck it hard! Give it to meeeeeeee!!!" she begged, gasping. She was already approaching an orgasm and her body had become something animal, no longer human, as she twisted, writhed, and contorted, spreading her wantonly trembling legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, spurring him on like a wild stallion with the heed of her shoes serving as rowels a digging his hard-muscled buttocks.

Kim saw a flash of light as the lamps in the room flicked on and clenched her eyes tightly to block it out. Through the haze of hashish and passion she was vaguely aware of someone entering the room, but nothing mattered anymore except that beautifully hard cock ramming into her from above.

"Goddamn," she heard a voice like Ernie's say, "Look at Miss Frigid go."