Paul Gable - Whipped wife

"Your cock, damn you!" Diane said impatiently, thrashing around under the big man's hairy body.

"Lie still, damn it!" Jack commanded as he put his hands on either side of her shoulders and positioned himself for the initial thrust. Diane closed her eyes and sucked in a ragged breath. The suspense was beautiful. She could feel the heat radiating from Jack's cock and balls as she hiked her knees up higher and spread her legs. Her sticky cunt lips pulled apart and stretched, waiting for Jack's fat dick to slip in and scratch the itch raking across her clit.

As Diane flattened her ass against the couch cushion, her head tossed from side to side as she felt her body being forced open by Jack's hard cock. She felt it pushing past her outer labes, stretching them as it slid over her inner cuntal folds and into the hot dark hole between her flailing legs. Diane felt strange tingling sensations all over her body as Jack's cock sank into her snatch like a hot poker into a tub of butter.

As their bodies came closer and closer together, Diane groaned with delight and satisfaction. Every throbbing vein in Jack's dick found a corresponding spot in the woman's begging pussy. Finally she felt Jack's hair tickling across her hot skin. His breath was coming in pants now. Sweat dripped off his forehead and from under his arms, splashing on her twisting body as he shoved the last inch of cock meat into her.

"Ohhhh!" the woman moaned, feeling herself almost slipping into unconsciousness as Jack's big dick throbbed against her clutching cuntal walls. She didn't want to move. Diane could have lain there for centuries, stuffed to the hilt with the hot inches of Jack's prick.

"Ughhh!" Jack groaned, starting to hunch back and forth. With each forward jerk of his hard pole, her pussy walls squeezed tightly around it, holding it tightly in that silky, slick trap. As Jack settled more and more onto her body, Diane felt her clit being crushed and rubbed up to climax.

"Ohhh, fuck m-meee! N-nnnngh!" Diane cried out hoarsely when she couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"I want you begging for it," Jack growled, pushing his ass up high, getting his cock ready for a down stroke. He kept his dick head barely buried in her box, rotating his ass lightly. The rolling, sliding motions of that fat cock head against her cuntal membranes made Diane cry out deliriously for him to fuck her.

"Yeah!" Jack growled, the long curly strands of his hair plastered down on his sweaty forehead as he stared at the begging, twisting, bucking woman. He closed his eyes and hunched down powerfully, throwing the full length of his dick into her sucking snatch.

Diane stopped saying anything and just grunted with each down stroke. Her pussy drooled uncontrollably now as Jack hammered away. Diane's pussy got hotter and hotter under his constant, violent attack. The blonde felt herself climbing higher and higher toward climax as she felt his dick start to spasm.

"No! No! No!" she moaned. Diane was filled with sticky dick meat, stuffed with his cock from her squashed cunt lips to her womb. Her ass quivered with delight as she felt his cock tighten into an iron spear. Diane knew that it signaled the end of his control. In a few more strokes she'd feel his hot jizz spattering against her pussy walls.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Jack warned as he held his body high and rigid over hers. Diane dug her fingers into the sides of the couch cushions as the flanged, spongy head of Jack's cock shaft pulsed wildly against her snatch lips. They lay panting and gasping for several seconds until he got control over himself again.

"Close?" Jack asked after he finally managed to catch his breath.

"Yes, oh yes. But I need more. Give it to me slow," Diane begged.

"Okay. But I can't guarantee anything," Jack said as he shoved down again.

The two of them writhed and bucked together again, banging their hips together wildly as the room was filled with the squishing sounds of fucking. Jack hunched down harder until his balls were so full of tightly packed cum that they ached. He could feel those hot sacs pressing tightly up against his rod. They contracted, forcing more and more hot jizz into his dick until his prick head seemed filled with it.

"Can't hold out much longer," he groaned, closing his eyes and jerking back his head as he ground his sweaty groin against Diane's dick-stuffed pussy.

"Please! Not yet!" she begged, rolling her ass from side to side as she tried to get the maximum amount of friction from the big man's dick. Diane felt like a person who had been dying from thirst and was suddenly offered water. She gulped down Jack's dick greedily with her hungry pussy, drinking in the heat and oozing pre-cum with all her might.

"Can't! Can't!" Jack cried out. "Gonna…gonna c-cummmmm!" the big man shouted, tossing his head from side to side as he slammed his powerful crotch against Diane's pussy. He lay on top of her, quivering and jerking his chest and thighs against her body, sending stream after stream of hot cum deep into her tight cunt. He jerked all over like a speared fish, then lay on top of Diane, letting her get it off on his still-rigid dick.

"Uhhh!" Diane groaned. She felt his load squirt out and sear its way through her pussy. His cock head squeezed tight, throwing it out in thick, fast jerks. She felt it go up into her pussy and eat into the throbbing walls until they were slick and squishy with his juice. The thought of what was happening deep inside her finally pushed the blonde over the edge. It was her first climax in years! Her cunt and womb and ass squeezed tight, drawing every ounce of strength from her body like a sponge. The woman felt as if she'd been blasted off the couch into some strange world as the first near-painful contraction ripped through her cunt. Her box clamped down hard along the quivering eight inches of dick meat in her body.

"Ohhhh!" Diane screamed as she felt herself explode. "F-f-fuuuuucccckkk!" she cried out as her hands crawled along Jack's back. His cock was pouring another load of cum into her juicy, hot hole. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed as her shrill cues of satisfaction filled the living room. The two of them grunted and growled for several minutes, satisfying themselves as much as they could.

Finally, it was over. Diane collapsed in exhaustion while Jack lay still on top of her body, drained from the workout and the climax.

"Good fucking, baby," Jack murmured as he lay resting on top of her.

"Oh God. I swore I'd never do it again," Diane babbled half-consciously.

"Fucking?" Jack asked in amazement, raising his head and looking into Diane's glazed eyes.

"No. Getting involved like this with another man," she said, feeling racked with feelings of guilt. She'd actually cheated on her husband. She felt no better than a common whore! How could she ever look Matt in the face again? How could she accuse him of anything when she was just as guilty now as he was?

"Hey, come on. Your husband can't be all that great if you're that hungry for dick meat, baby. I mean, I can tell when a woman's been without the stuff for a while. And you were practically starving," Jack said, reaching up and trailing his fingers lightly over her cheeks.

"Please, you've got to go now," Diane said afraid that Matt might walk in right now.

"Husband jitters," Jack said, sighing softly as he shook his head and yanked his flaccid cock out of her juicy hole. "But you'll promise that if you need me again for something, you'll call?" Jack asked, pulling up his jockeys and flipping his big dick back in. He was already standing up and getting dressed.

Men, Diane thought as she slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position. They act like nothing ever happened after they get their rocks off, Diane thought sourly to herself as she watched Jack dress quickly in front of her.