Jane Fox - The horny wives

"It's time someone taught you a lesson, you little Southern slut!" George yelled.

He brought one hand down heavily on her ass, holding her immobile with the other. The sharp crack of his slap rang out through the room, followed by the sound of Marylou's responding whimper.

"George! I'm sorry I cheated on Henry! I'm sorry, George! Please don't! GEORGE!"

She screamed as George's heavy hand came down on the quivering globes of her ass again and again. Her butt was bouncing up and down with each plunge of his hand and her creamy white ass-cheeks were already turning deep red with the torture of his punishing slaps.

"Take this, you slut!" George shouted. "And this! And this! AND THIS!"

His words were punctuated with stinging, painful slaps, which became harder and harder as George's anger and excitement grew more and more out of control.

Betsy and Lydia couldn't keep their eyes off Marylou's gleaming white buttocks. They were bouncing and joggling from the blows George was administering. After the first few slaps they turned a purplish-red and both girls could tell that Marylou must be in absolute agony from the punishment George was meting out. Then they saw the long red welts that were beginning to form on Marylou's trembling ass-cheeks. Lydia squeezed Betsy's hand tightly, wishing that there were something they could do to stop George from his dreadful abuse of Marylou. She didn't dare reveal herself, though. All three girls were caught in the web of their own lies. They had to suffer in silence, watching Marylou take the punishment for all three of them!

George noticed the welts that were forming on Marylou's perfect round globes. He knew that he must be hurting her dreadfully, but he didn't care! He had always wanted to possess a woman in this particular way and he wasn't about to let his conscience ruin his fun! He could feel the heat of her ass under his hand. Waves of heat radiated from her red, burning ass-cheeks and she quivered and twitched each time his hand landed on her sore, aching flesh.

"Please, George! Stop! Stop! Pleeeease!"

Marylou cried out, pleading for mercy, but George just kept spanking her harder and harder.

He saw the imprint of his fingers cross and criss-cross in a pattern of pain. He watched her hips moving convulsively against the bed and a malicious grin spread over his intense face. He had waited a long time to get a woman in this position, and he intended to take advantage of it to the fullest extent!

George stopped for a moment to rest, panting heavily. His ragged spasms reverberated through the room. Marylou was still writhing and thrashing against the mattress and George assumed that it was the pain in her cherry red ass-cheeks that kept her moving. Her hips moved wildly, rubbing and grinding against the sheets. Then George gasped in shock as he realized the real reason why she continued to move, even though his painful blows had ceased.

"God DAMN!" he blurted out. His head reeled in shock! Marylou was actually turned on by his cruel treatment of her! She was moving her hard little clit against the bed in abandon and her face had an expression of depraved delight. George couldn't suppress the shudder of surprise that ran through him. Marylou wanted more of his punishing hand!

Marylou was so turned on she could scarcely stand it. She didn't care what George thought. The spanking had turned her on like nothing had ever turned her on before! Her ass-cheeks felt like they were on fire. At first she had felt nothing but pain from George's spanking slaps, but soon the fire in her ass-cheeks had grown and changed, moving lower and creating a warm, pleasant sensation in her tingling pussy. With every slap of George's punishing hand, her hot little clitty had moved against the mattress and now it was throbbing and burning with pent-up desires. Her whole body was blazing with lust and her cunt was creaming and pulsing in delight!

George jerked her over on her back with a muttered cry. "So you like to be spanked, you slutty whore!" he yelled. "Well, let's see if you like this!" He slapped her tits, hard.

"Aaaaaaagh!" Marylou screamed as he slapped first one tit and then the other.

She felt the alternating bursts of fire tear through her body, leaving her titties warm and tingling. Her nipples were hard pebbles, jutting out from their quivering white mounds. They heaved and ached for more of George's stinging slaps.

"More! Give me more!" she screamed as George slapped faster and faster.

Then his hand moved down, through a blaze of pain and perverse pleasure, to land directly on her creaming, flooding pussy! At his first contact with her throbbing clitty, she felt a flood of frothy cunt-cream soak her tortured, fiery cunt. Again and again his hand slammed down on her pulsing clit, until she felt herself about to come with the burning pleasure he was giving her.

Abruptly George stopped. He stood up quickly and shrugged out of his shirt. Now was the time for him to bury his long, hard cock in Marylou's formerly forbidden pussy. Somehow, just knowing that Marylou had been fucking another man when he walked in the door had made George desire her creamy cunt all the more. George wasn't thinking of his friend Henry flow. He was no longer interested in punishing Marylou for being unfaithful to Henry. His thoughts centered right in the middle of his groin where his long, thick cock pulsed and throbbed uncontrollably!

Betsy gasped as she saw George reveal his long, thick rod. She wanted to think of something to do to comfort Lydia, but she was helpless. She couldn't even tell Lydia how she felt without risking their discovery. Both she and Lydia were stuck in the confining closet until George had his way with Marylou and left the room so they could escape.

When Marylou saw the huge dimensions of George's cock, she felt a scalding rush of cream from her moist, throbbing cunt. She thought of how good it would feel to have his long, hard cock pushing into her swollen, flooding pussy. Then she thought of Lydia and Betsy in the closet and an expression of distress crossed her face. Lord knows she wanted George's long, stiff cock buried in her hot twat, but still there was the fact that George was Lydia's husband and. Lydia was right there in the closet, watching every move she made. Then Marylou thought of George's angry face when he had been spanking her and she made up her mind. There was nothing to do but to let George have his way with her! Trying to resist any further would be idiotic to say the least.

"Okay, slut! I'm gonna fuck you till your eyes bug out!" George yelled.

He positioned himself between her quivering thighs, his hard hips forcing her creamy thighs even wider apart. Marylou felt the hot, swollen head of George's stiff rod poking around in the steamy folds of her dripping cunt and she wiggled her own hips automatically. If George was going to fuck her, she might as well relax and enjoy it!

"Hold still, bitch!" George commanded.

Marylou panted in horny eagerness. She moaned as his knobby wet glans slid into the slick ring of her throbbing pussy-hole, and the lust feelings his long, hard dick created in her hungry, wet pussy drove all thoughts of Lydia and Betsy out of her mind.

"Ooooooooh!" Marylou shrieked. "Yes! Yes!"

She threw her arms around George's back and dug her nails into the firm skin of his sweaty back. She arched her hips to receive his mammoth prick, taking it in as deeply as she could. She felt gush after gush of her hot cunt-cream boil out, flooding around his rigid cock.

"Aaaaaagh!" George groaned loudly as he felt his swollen stiff cock encased in her silky wet pussy. "You've got a hot cunt, baby," he groaned. "Hotter than Lydia's. So much hotter."

Lydia had all she could do to restrain herself in the closet. George had no right to say anything like that! Her first impulse was to barrel out of the closet and scratch George's eyes out. Luckily Betsy kept a firm but comforting arm around Lydia's shoulder. Lydia wasn't about to forget an insult like that, though! Her eyes glittered and flashed in anger. She would figure out some way to get even with George if it was the last thing she did!