David Martin - Loaned wife

He pushed. The knob of his prick drove forward a half-inch, spreading her tight entry brutally.

"Oh, n-no no, no, please, no, I can't take it back…"

"Bullshit." He pushed forward again – and this time, the entire head of his big penis went inside her ass.

Allison sobbed, her body shaking all over. It felt as if her ass were being torn apart, split open. The pain was terrible but deep within the spasms of agony, she felt pleasure in the knowledge that the center of his masculinity, the enormous cock that was the symbol of his manhood, was being pressed completely into her most constructed passage, that it was becoming as much a part of her being as it was of him.

She shivered and then yelped softly as he pushed forward again. The huge machine of his cock was driving deeper into her, the bulbous head of his dick wedging farther into her tight anal passage.

"Oh gawd it's too much too much," she groaned. She was sure that if he put it all the way into her, he'd tear up her insides, yet somehow, the fear and pain all mixed together and gave her a perverse kind of pleasure. Her legs weakened and her knees shook.

Tom wasn't home yet. With his hands on bet slim hips, he helped support her as he continued burrowing deeper and still deeper into her hot ass.

He'd never felt anything like the pleasure he was getting from the spasming contractions of Allison's surely virginal ass. The length of her rear passage seemed to be tightened along his cock as it drove deeper into her, pushing apart the clinging, sheath-like walls.

With a final heave, he buried the last of his dick inside her. Allison screamed into the blankets, the muffled sound sending a chill of strange pleasure through Tom. He put his thumbs on her tightly clenched ass cheeks and pulled them apart, leaning back so that he could look down between their bodies and see the rude, thick stump of his big cock disappearing into her stretched anus. Her asshole was taut, spread incredibly to accept the thickness of his dick and even as he watched, he could see and feel the contractive jerks of her indignant ass muscles at the invasion.

But at the same time, he saw something else, too. Her hips were beginning to move, to rotate and jerk slightly, almost hesitantly.

She digs ass-fucking! he thought excitedly.

Slowly, he withdrew his cock until all but the swollen glans was pulled away from the cloying stricture of Allison's haughty ass. He could feel her asshole tightening around the depressed ring of his flange on the shaft of his cock and he slammed forward again.

Allison grunted as the head of his long, thick cock slammed into her.

She moaned and made another sound deep in her throat, a sound of pure animal passion that escaped her mouth and lips. He pulled his cock out again and she thrust herself backwards, riding his cock as it slid into the depths of her bowels. His balls swung up and brushed against her cunt and clitoris.

She began moving more rapidly, usurping the initiative in her blind passion. Faster and faster, she rocked her hips back all the way fill her ass cheeks were pressed flat against Tom's abdomen and she could feel the head of his cock throb far, far inside her and then slid forward till just the coronal ridge of his dick was caught in her ass.

Tom felt the semen boiling over from his over-full balls and then grabbed her hips with almost painful strength, rammed the length of his prick tome inside her and held it there, his cock jerking and spitting a stream of thick, viscous cum that flooded Allison's ass to overflowing.

Allison's hand went back between her legs. Her palms ground against her clitoris and cunt lips while her fingers lifted and caressed Tom's big balls as they jerked within the tight fleshy sack of his scrotum.

She came, too, jerking and moaning and humping and gasping at the stimulus of her own hand, Tom's cock swelling and pulsing within her and his heavy, abundant cum, overflowing her tight ass and dripping down along the backs of her thighs and matting her pubic hair.

As his spasms slowed and finally stopped, as his cock shriveled within her, Tom found himself fantasizing that it was someone else receiving his cock and balls jism in her ass.

Even as they slumped forward together, he wondered what Janet's fuck with Gilson was like.

She closed the door of the guest bedroom behind her, silently, then leaned back against it. Her breasts, rich and full, rose and fell beautifully within the light, gauzy material of her nightgown. The room was dark, and she could not see the bed or the man in it.

The guest room – again, she thought, but then banished the last twinges of guilt. Tom doesn't give a good damn – why should I?

"What are you waiting for, honey?"

The voice, soft and muted as it was, doubly soothed with the Texan drawl, startled Janet nonetheless.

"I'm awake honey and I can see you as plain as day."

She smothered the impulse to cover herself with hands and arms. She hadn't stopped to think that beneath the pale, thin cotton of her nightgown, her body would be completely visible.

The dark nubs of her nipples, the dark triangle of luxuriant pubic hair – she was a display of dim curves and dark highlights, leaning against the door.

Almost defiantly, she let her hands fall to her sides and stood up straight, shoulders squared and breasts thrusting outward into the room, towards Gilson, straining the fabric of her nightgown.

"Come here, honey," he said.

Why not? she asked herself.

She strode slowly towards the bed, hips swinging, gown tightening and flowing over her like a liquid with each step.

At the side of the bed, she stopped. Her eyes had adjusted to the dim glow filtering through the curtains from the bright moonlight filling the post-storm sky. She looked down on Gilson from her place at the side of the bed, and found him looking back up at her.

His eyes went immediately to the great twin mountains of her luscious breasts. They seemed even larger than life from the strange perspective. He reached out one arm, wrapping it around the back of her thighs, and pulled her to the bed. Her legs bent as her knees hit the edge of the mattress, and she let herself fall onto him.

That was the closest the encounter came to being gentle.

Gilson brought both hands up to the neckline of the gown, gripping the flimsy fabric in strong fingers. He began to pull it down over her shoulder, but her plunging neckline wasn't designed for that.

Janet felt the strain on the fabric. "Wait, wait," she said quickly. "I'll get up and take it…"

But Gilson was not in the mood to lay still for any delays.

"Naw, I'll fix it, honey," he said and tore it open along the length of her back, all the way to the sweet thrust of her firm, full ass cheeks.

She tensed as she felt the fabric ripping and he took it as a sign of her arousal. He gathered the fabric up into his fingers and ripped again. This time the gown was completely ripped open and fell away from her, leaving her back nude and exposed to his lecherous touch.

Gilson ran his hands over her back, lower, into the curve of her back, then let his hands come to rest on her ass. He gripped her flesh almost cruelly, digging her fingers mercilessly into her flesh.

Janet became aware of something long and hard between their bodies, something beneath the covers and then realized that it was Gilson's penis. Lord, no! she thought, no!

But even as she thought it, Gilson was putting his hands on her trim waist and lifting her bodily. He rolled in a peculiar way, and then both the tattered remains of her nightgown and the bedcovers were gone, leaving absolutely nothing between Janet's naked abundance and Gilson's unclothed lusts.

She felt his cock spring up and nuzzle between her upper thighs and she knew that Gilson was bigger than her husband, even bigger than Koenig.